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The appearance of these people from the Northern Emperor Sect means the beginning of the Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference. The atmosphere at the scene suddenly changed subtly. Although Yan Ximing is the young master of the Northern Emperor, there are very few people who know him. The top-level people here are only Yan Tianwei and the few people who know him. Even Yan Ximing himself did not expect anyone to know his name and identity here. The reason why he appeared here was naturally to see the strong people in the world. Generally speaking, no one from the Southern Emperor Sect or the Northern Emperor Sect would participate in the Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference. In the past, this was the case. At most, there would be a few people watching the battle. I don’t know if I don’t want to involve worldly disputes, or... I don’t need to be so disdainful.

This unparalleled magic martial arts conference has no gorgeous stage or any fancy opening speeches. For the real strong, these are all unnecessary burdens. Among the four old men, the leader and the oldest, slowly walked forward in the eyes of the crowd, and stopped until they reached the center. He put his hands on his back and swept around quickly, and said in a deep voice: "Dear heroes in the world, I am the elder of the Northern Emperor Sect, Yan Zheng, I don't want to say more extra words. I'm here to show my ugly face and learn the skills of all the heroes."

After saying that, he slowly raised his hands, and a faint red light was covered with a layer of light red light on his palms.

This magic martial arts conference where top masters gather in the world can only be "referees" by the Southern Emperor Sect or the Northern Emperor Sect. In addition to being witnesses, these middlemen of the Southern Emperor Sect and the Northern Emperor Sect are also the starters of each Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference. They will start the first duel between masters and masters.

Yan Zheng is the elder of Xi precepts in the Northern Emperor Sect. Judging from his outfit, the other three old men who were with him should also be elders in the Precepts. Yan Zheng must be the one with the highest cultivation among these four old men. No one has ever heard of Yan Zheng, and no one has ever seen him, but none of them dares to underestimate him. The high level of cultivation of being the elder of Xi precepts in the Northern Emperor Sect is self-evident.

There are very few people who can reach the Heavenly Level Realm in the Tianchen Continent, and the average number of four countries will not exceed ten people - of course, this data is only recognized as the Heavenly Masters. In the Southern Emperor Sect and the Northern Emperor Sect, most people know that the number of Heavenly Masters of these two huge forces must be better than the total number of recognized Heavenly Masters of the Four Kingdoms of Tianchen.

It is not difficult to see from the momentum he released this unknown Northern Emperor Sect Yan Zheng that his cultivation level has clearly reached the terrifying realm of heaven. Moreover, at least at the mid-level of heaven.

In the last Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference, the Southern Emperor Sect also sent an unknown figure, a middle-aged man about fifty years old, with a high-level spiritual level cultivation, and was close to the sky level. The Northern Emperor Sect directly sent a heaven-level master to start the first game, which immediately made the many spiritual-level powerful people who felt a huge gap in their momentum feel sad and shocked.

Chu Jingtian couldn't wait to step forward, but seeing that Yan Tianwei, Yan Qinghong and others had no intention of taking action, Leng Ya was like an ice sculpture, and he felt unsure and shrank his neck back.

In the silent silence, a figure appeared in front of Yan Zheng in a strange and unpredictable way and looked at him silently. Before he could speak, he heard Yan Zheng say, "Kui Shui's haggard son, Wu Sansi! He is so powerful that Kui Shui's southwest, no one dares to mess with him."

The man narrowed his eyes and said, "It's worthy of being the Northern Emperor Sect, and it's true that he has great supernatural powers."

Not many people know the name Wu Sansi. However, the name "The Bad Son of Fantasy God Wu" made everyone's eyes suddenly change when they looked at him. The originally listless person also began to observe the person in a slight manner. This was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a medium figure, a little thin, and had no outstanding features in his appearance. He was the kind that was hard to recognize if he was thrown into the crowd. Everyone remembered his appearance and his name.

"Isn't he the uncle who talked to us just now? The Phantom God Martial Arts is haggard? Is it very powerful?" Si Ya asked, poking Yan Duancang.

Chu Jingtian had already opened his mouth wide at this time and muttered in a low voice: "He...he is actually the son of that phantom god!"

"Oh? Have you heard of his reputation?" Yan Duancang asked with interest.

Chu Jingtian shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, but I often hear the name of Huan Shenwu's haggard. When I was very young, my grandfather often mentioned him to me, saying that Wu Huan Xia is the most troublesome opponent he has ever encountered in this life. Not only does he have a terrifying acuity and magnitude, but the most terrifying thing is his unpredictable phantom. Twenty-five years ago, when my grandfather fought with him, he could already create thirty-six phantoms that were difficult to tell the truth. Now, it must be even more terrifying. And this person is the son of Huan Shenwu's haggard, so he must be as powerful as the illusion god twenty-five years ago."

Yan Duancang nodded, then shook his head slightly, and whispered: "The power of the illusion god is worthy of being a word 'god', but the conditions required to become a god are too harsh. Not everyone is qualified to become a god. Although this person is a top master and a son of the illusion god, he cannot become the second illusion god, at least not yet."

"Oh?" Chu Jingtian looked surprised.

"Twenty-five years ago, the haggard magic weapon of the Phantom God Martial Arts was about the same age as you were at this time, so you could have already created a thirty-six magical body. Let me see if you have the true posture of the Phantom God back then?" Yan Zheng raised his hands and released the scorching pressure.

Wu Sansi also raised his hands. He had never used any weapons in his life: "My father's talent is rare in a thousand years. I dare not compare it with my father, but I will never embarrass my father... Let's start."

As the sound fell, his body shook suddenly, and his body's movements and expressions were completely frozen there, motionless.

At this moment, Yan Zheng suddenly moved his gaze, glanced at his upper left, and his right palm suddenly slapped upwards. He was not moving, and a shocking move, and a burning force instantly gathered into a rotating invisible wave of air and rushed away.

If the Southern Emperor Sect’s Water Jade Art and the Northern Emperor Sect’s Fire Soul Art are practiced by ordinary people, they are just ordinary skills. Apart from some unique tricks, there is nothing special. However, if they are practiced by someone with the blood of Northern Emperor or Southern Emperor, they can stimulate the divine power contained in the blood through them. It can be said that twice the result is twice the result with half the effort. After achieving something, the power derived will be like fusion with blood, and it can be controlled and controlled freely.

Wu Sansi's body suddenly disappeared like air at this moment, and his figure appeared in the direction where Yan Zheng waved his palm. Facing the scorching waves, he had no choice but to face him with his palms and fight him. With a muffled sound, Yan Zheng's body shook, Wu Sansi's body turned over two consecutive times in the air, floated to the ground, with a serious face.

"You don't have to be surprised. I have heard of the 'residual body' of the illusion god. I was just prepared for it so I can be safe. Otherwise, if I deal with it for the first time, I will suffer a great loss." Yan said expressionlessly at him.

The illusion body of the afterimage is exactly what Wu Sansi seemed to have not moved, but in fact it has moved to another place and attacked in the air. This is naturally not so fast that the afterimage cannot disappear like teleportation, but rather a perfect combination of degree and hidden aura, which is a special trick similar to a blind eye, which is unprepared for attacking people. But if you are seen through the counterattack, you will be in a hurry.

After this round of temptation, Wu Sansi's face became more and more serious. He took a light breath, then his eyebrows fell, slowly held his breath, and slowly moved forward. As he moved forward slowly, a phantom that shouldn't have appeared behind him.

After moving another step, the phantom became more and more obvious. When he took the third step, the phantom had completely taken shape - instead of like a phantom, but another Wu Sansi who followed him. As he moved forward, another illusory image appeared behind him... Wu Sansi half-squinted his eyes and approached Yan Zheng in a ""-shaped route. The phantoms that kept appearing alternated chaoticly, and their steps were even more vain and floating, making it impossible to identify which one was his original body. In this chaos, the real and false images that were originally overlapped suddenly separated from each other and divided into seven identical Wu Sansi, each rushing towards the heavy Yan Zheng with lightning fast.

This is by no means a phantom caused by a very high degree, but an illusion body that looks like a true body created by unknown strange methods. This is also the terrifying skill of Wu Zunzhao, a mythical figure in Kui Shui Kingdom. How these illusion bodies are formed has not been understood yet. Facing the illusion body, most people will first lose their minds while shocking, and then become in a hurry. Wu Zunzhao may not be the strongest among the four gods, but is the other three who are least willing to fight.

"This is what grandfather calls the 'thousand-fold illusion body' of the illusion god? As expected, it's just like a real person, and it's hard to tell!" Chu Jingtian stared at the figures of Wu Sansi, and was extremely amazed, feeling like he was watching a magic trick. But no matter how he thought, he couldn't think of how these illusion bodies appeared.

One, two, three... seven, seventh level of fantasy body! Although it is far from being compared with the thirty-sixth level of fantasy body that was haggard in the Phantom Shenwu back then, it is amazing enough. Some rising stars who have never seen the fantasy body have opened their eyes wide.

Seven real and fake figures attacked Yan Zheng from different directions. Yan Zheng could dodge or fight back at this time, but if he avoided or counterattacked in the wrong direction, the only consequence was to be hit hard... However, facing these seven approaching shadows, he did not move, but suddenly shouted softly, and a layer of red light suddenly appeared on the surface of his body, and a terrifying wave of hot air also spread far away under the transmission of the air with strong depression. The Yan Soul Art practiced was not "Yan". Even if he practiced to the top, the temperature of the red flame would not be generated. However, the strange burning heat generated by the Yan Soul Art when it exploded had a terrifying transmission, and it could spread around in just a moment.

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