The strong wind roared, and the wind swept the remaining clouds.

A terrifying storm broke out between the heaven and earth, causing the sun and the moon to lose its luster and make the universe turn over and over again.

The figure of the young master of Silver Horn turned into a silver lightning, and he came to Ling Jianchen in an instant, but the dragon tail swept across and smashed towards his face. This was the full-strength attack of the eighth level master of the Martial Emperor, which could smash a mountain.

Faced with such a terrible offensive.

Ling Jianchen sat firmly on the golden dragon chaise, his eyes as cold as frost, and he just raised his hand.

Raise an index finger.

Go a little forward!

Buzz!

Ripples arose in the void, and the ripples of space fluctuated, swaying towards all directions. The angrily wind stopped abruptly, and Ling Jianchen was still moving. On the other hand, the young master of Silver Horn was stopped in mid-air.

On his hideous and cold face, there was a strong shock and disbelief: "This, this is impossible..."

In front of him.

The powerful steel dragon tail was easily blocked by Ling Jianchen's finger. The finger was like a copper wall, making him unable to move in any way or shake it.

"Is this only possible possessor of the Half Dragon Man's bloodline?" Ling Jianchen looked disappointed and shook his head and sighed.

“…”

The young master of Silver Corner suddenly changed his expression.

His father was the king of the Qinglong Empire, the Qinglong Emperor, and the peak of the demon emperor. However, his mother was just an ordinary human. Because of this, the mission of primitive investigation to the Lingtian Dynasty to explore the secrets of the ancient Immortal Sect fell on him.

Although he is not valued in the Qinglong Empire, his cultivation is definitely not weak!

But now...

His all-out attack was so powerful that even Ling Jianchen could not shake a finger.

The young master of Silver Corner's face turned blue and white, and finally turned into a touch of hideousness and resentment: "Bastard, I am just too careless to let you block my attack. Now I will not show mercy anymore!"

"Dragon Wrath!"

The young master of Silver Horn suddenly retreated. As he opened his mouth, the silver holy power condensed into a silver ball of light in front of his mouth. There was an electric current floating on the surface of the ball of light and burst into light towards Ling Jianchen.

"This Dragon Wrath is my ultimate killing move. Even the Ninth Level of the Martial Emperor can be killed. It depends on how you escape this time!" Young Master Yinjiao roared with a ferocious look on his face.

The wrath of the dragon, the wrath of the true dragon.

It was through the help of anger that condensed all the holy power in that ball of light. Once it exploded, it could exert a force that was ten times as strong as his full blow.

"Rubbish!"

Ling Jianchen just shook his head and waved it casually.

Bang!

The ball of energy was directly slapped out by him, deviating from the trajectory, and blasting towards the distant sky. It burst out loudly above the sky, and the terrifying roar shook the world, competing for the glory of the scorching sun.

hiss!

Ascending above the peak of the sky, a sound of gasping in the air sounded.

Such a terrifying attack, he slapped it away with just one slap?

"Is this guy still a human?"

"He is really the sixth level of Emperor Wu? Why do I think that his strength is better than his father..." The young man with purple hair looked confused.

He had looked down on Ling Jianchen before and thought he was just a lucky person.

But at this moment...

He had no thoughts of underestimating him anymore.

Ling Jianchen looked at the young master of Silver Corner with a look of surprise and yawned: "You have attacked twice in a row, so it's time for me to be replaced."

Just finished speaking.

Ling Jianchen's figure suddenly shook, and Ling Jianchen's figure was still on the dragon throne, but the young master of Silver Horn screamed and a ball of bright red blood spurted out of his mouth.

His whole body bent slightly, like a horn bow with a full string.

Until this time...

Ling Jianchen on the dragon throne slowly dissipated, and it turned out to be just a afterimage!

"Okay, so fast..." Everyone was shocked.

Such a terrifying speed can be invincible even in front of the peak powerhouse of the Martial Emperor!

Ling Jianchen slowly put away his knees, and his hands closed from left to right with a two-phoenix penetrating ear toward the young master Yinjiao. One left and one right, his hands were facing the temple.

Bang!

The young master of Silver Corner's head seemed to explode, and his seven orifices were bleeding.

His head was dizzy.

Ling Jianchen wrapped his hands in his head and suddenly walked towards him. With a muffled sound, the young master of Silver Corner suddenly drooped, and what was greeted was Ling Jianchen's knee wrapped in holy power.

"No……"

The young master's eyes were about to break.

He struggled desperately but was unable to resist at all.

Bang!

The head and knees collided heavily, the head exploded, and blood shot up like a rainbow. Ling Jianchen used his hand as a knife, and a blood column gushed up in the air.

The young master of Silver Horn turned into a headless corpse and fell softly from a high altitude.

Ling Jianchen stood in the air, holding the hideous dragon head in his hand, his angrily open eyes full of despair and regret.

Whoosh!

Ling Jianchen threw the dragon head high in his hand, flew into the air with a whoosh, and then landed among the many sacrifices on the altar. Ling Jianchen stood proudly, his face was cold, and his voice was like the roar of heaven and earth: "The sky is the lesson, and Houtu is the evidence. Today, I, Ling Jianchen, founded the Lingtian Dynasty here, and will prosper forever, the sun and the moon will never die, and the sky will last forever!"

Rumble!

Suddenly, thunders exploded in the world.

Buzz!

A golden cloud was suspended above the peak of the sky, and the golden light turned into thunders falling from the sky. These thunders were not thunders of destruction, but thunder of luck.

With Chongtian Peak as the core, these golden clouds enveloped the entire Lingtian Dynasty.

Rumble!

Thunders thunders thunders fell down, and the luck and thunder tribulation were constantly increasing and condensed the luck of the Lingtian Dynasty.

All the strong men were silent throughout the climb to the sky.

I dare not speak again.

On the contrary, there are many strong men from the Lingtian Dynasty. Each strong men from the Lingtian Dynasty were filled with excitement and pride. They roared to the sky and roared proudly: "The sun and the moon will never die, and Lingtian will last forever!"

"Your Majesty lives with the heavens, and his power will be great..."

"Long live the Lingtian Dynasty..."

The vast momentum resounded throughout the entire Chongtian Peak.

The Qinglong Empire, the Tianwu Dynasty and some scattered cultivators seemed to see a great giant rising up at this moment, and it was no longer stopped.

Just when the luck and thunder disaster disappeared.

The entire Chongtian Peak suddenly burst out with thousands of rays of light, and a mysterious palace suddenly appeared from the Chongtian Peak.

This palace is very huge, hundreds and thousands of times larger than the palaces of the Lingtian Dynasty.

The magnificent palace is full of brilliant glass, with fairy shadows and dazzling.
Chapter completed!