Chapter 163 The Ji Family's Son of God Eliminated by the Version

"Is this the Ancient Demon Emperor's Palace?" The Ji family's divine son stood proudly in the sky, looking down at the group of great demons below, as well as Yan Ruyu and Pang Bo.

The man in purple clothes fluttered like a god descending to earth. He was only about twenty years old. His eyes were as bright as stars. He stood with his hands behind his back, blocking the front.

He is one with the mountains and blends with the heaven and earth, giving people a feeling that Tao follows nature and heaven and man are one, making it impossible for people to fathom its depth.

"Young Master, this is the Ancient Palace of the Demon Emperor." An old man in gray robes beside him bowed and said.

"The demon emperor's holy soldiers are destined to me." The Ji family's divine son said calmly and matter-of-factly.

Pang Bo dug his ears, flicked some earwax, glanced disdainfully at the Ji family's son, then turned to look at Yan Ruyu, and asked, "Who is this bad guy?"

Shabi...who is it...

The scene was quiet. The old man in gray robe standing next to the Ji family's son looked at Pang Bo angrily and reached out to grab him, but was stopped by the Ji family's son in the middle.

Although she was called that by Pang Bo, Ji Haoyue was still approachable, maybe.

"It is said that he is the divine son of the Ji family." A big demon with horns explained as a passerby.

"The Ji family has hid him for many years. I'm afraid they started training him right after he was born. Twenty years have passed, and now he is born after he has achieved great cultivation. It is conceivable that his strength must be unfathomable."

"Oh, what level is the Ji family?" Pang Bo seemed to have noticed something and emphasized: "Is it the same parallel import as Lingxu Dongtian?"

After Pang Bo saw a group of elders in Lingxu Cave who had just entered the realm of cultivation trying to force their way into the Qing Emperor's cemetery, and a group of natives who didn't even know about the universe, he had seriously doubted whether the so-called ancient holy land was a group of rubes on this planet. Sit in a well and look at the sky, then claim to be invincible.

Maybe we Earthlings are a bunch of newbies who don’t know how to practice cultivation, but you planet bumpkins are at about the same level as us.

"Hmph, my Ji family is the ancient holy land, the ancient emperor's lineage!"

The old man in gray robe said arrogantly: "How dare you compare this little Lingxu Cave to my holy land."

"Emperor Daotong, oh, I understand, the Ji family is the same as you, right?" Pang Bo poked Yan Ruyu's shoulder and couldn't help but ask.

Yan Ruyu, who looked embarrassed, shook her head, reached out and patted Pang Bo's finger. She suppressed her desire to dig out the three rooms and one living room, and whispered in a low voice: "It is said that the Ji family is in charge of the Emperor's Void Realm."

Although it was whispered, anyone here could hear it.

"How strong is the Void Mirror?"

"Almost the entire Eastern Wasteland can sense the Jida aura."

Imperial soldiers... Pang Bo tilted his head and thought.

The Imperial Weapon is equal to the weapon left by the Great Emperor, equal to one-tenth of the Great Emperor's attack, including the loss of its master, which means it is almost equal to one percent of the Great Emperor's power.

After simple calculations, he came to a conclusion... The Great Emperor was on the same level as the Demon Emperor, and the ancient Great Emperor was at this level.

That makes sense, doesn't it?

After all, the Void Mirror left behind by the Void Emperor is actually unable to deliver a Quasi-Emperor blow. Even if it loses its energy, after such a long time, it is impossible for you, the divine son of the Ji family, to have such a delirious cognition, right?

"Oh, another parallel import thing."

Hearing Pang Bo stepping on his ancestor's face and rubbing against her, Ji Haoyue finally couldn't help it anymore and clenched his fists.

Ji Haoyue looked cold, with the aura of the great avenue flowing in her hands, and then ignored the group of monsters and walked slowly towards the Tomb of the Qing Emperor.

With a click, I could see the Qingdi Yang Tomb emitting a little light, and the laws of the great road were operating, and then Ji Haoyue, who unfolded the vision, became a puddle.

The next moment, Ji Haoyue, who had been resurrected after death by the Ji family's resurrection method, stood back to her original position.

His face was pale, his breath was as if he was on the verge of death, and all the protective spiritual light on his robes had expired.

"Young Master!" The old man in gray robe looked at Ji Haoyue worriedly.

"Nothing." Ji Haoyue waved his hand and looked at the Tomb of the Qing Emperor with a fearful expression.

"It is indeed the tomb of the Demon Emperor, the best master in the Eastern Wasteland. With such terrifying strength, it is no wonder that he can dominate the Eastern Wasteland."

"But I'm not weak."

Ji Haoyue gently waved her hand, and a divine phenomenon appeared behind him.

The tide ebbs and flows behind me, and the waves are turbulent. The bright moon above my head is clear and shining, and soft light overflows. The bright moon hung and the blue sea sparkled. He was like a god at this moment, his whole body shrouded in the holy moonlight.

This is a vision of the divine body—the bright moon rising over the sea!

The moonlight flickers, and just a little luster makes the world dim, gloomy and dark.

But is it possible, or is it possible, for a monk at such a level to shake the inheritance cemetery left by Qing Emperor?

The answer is simple, or you can figure it out just by thinking about it.

Pang Bo, Yan Ruyu and others watched Ji Haoyue driving the vision and rushing towards the Tomb of the Qing Emperor.

I saw a huge tremor coming from the ancient palace, and the laws of the emperor's way repainted the surrounding world like breathing.

Within a radius of thousands of miles, the great law left by the Qing Emperor crushed all existences and all creatures that tried to offend the ancient palace.

Of course, since Ye Fan was the entrant, the location he had been in was determined to be the challenger's rest area, so Xin was spared.

"Is today April Fool's Day? Why are you looking for death?" Pang Bo looked at the clean death scene after the law of the great avenue dissipated. This group of people from the Ji family died completely, and no one was left in a pool.

"Hey, the Ji family's divine son "died" here, which is also a trouble."

Yan Ruyu said helplessly.

The big monsters around her were the same.

The reason was simple. To outsiders, the son of the Ji family died in their hands.

"Can he be resurrected from the dead?"

The old dragon shook his head and explained, "No, but what if he didn't die?"

"What means did the son of the Ji family use at the last moment to cause him to be teleported away."

"Really?" Pangbo didn't have much emotion.

After all, when you see an ordinary person who thinks he can stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun and go to his death, you probably just think he is joking.

The emotion of the cultivator, Pangbo didn't have this idea.

Not only him, but a group of big monsters here and Yan Ruyu had the same idea.

The reason was simple. When they knew that the demon emperor they had always admired was just a joke to the Qing Emperor, the idol was broken.

"I don't know how long it will take the young master." The old dragon looked at the ancient temple, his eyes showing visible fear.

"According to the strength of the emperor, it is estimated that Ye Zi may be a single year..."

"Boom..." A loud noise.

The next moment, a golden light appeared in front of them.

This person was Ye Fan, holding a green lotus in his hand, exuding an aura that frightened the big monsters here.

Bitter Sea?

No, although the realm is the Bitter Sea.

But Ye Fan, who practices the immortal scripture, has actual combat power at present, and the aura he exudes cannot be measured by realm.

Ye Fan stopped flying and looked at the monsters.

"Greetings, young master!" The big monster said to Ye Fan in a hurry, as if welcoming the return of the Dragon King.

"By the way, Ye Zi, there was a idiot just now..."

In the holy land of the Ji family.

"What if I die?" Ji Haoyue looked at his hands in disbelief. If it weren't for the means left by his ancestors, he would have died on the spot.

"Huh, what happened at that time..."

When Ji Haoyue's heart was in a daze, an old man with a stick walked out of his side.

The old man was ordinary, just like a passerby who can be seen everywhere on the roadside, the majority of the crowd.

"Who can kill you with the protection of the immortal monk?"

The old man rarely doubted.

Although Ji Haoyue didn't know who the old man in front of him was, he knew that the one who could move freely in the depths of the holy land must be the ancestor of the family.

After a slight salute, Ji Haoyue simply and directly recounted the experience of being killed in an instant.

The old man was silent. He looked at Ji Haoyue with a look as if he was looking at a mentally retarded person.

"Are you looking for the ancient temple of the Demon Emperor?"

"Yes..."

"Child, that is the Great Emperor, the Green Emperor."

The old man paused and asked in confusion: "Who told you to go."

"Holy Lord, several elders..."

"... Today I will tell you about the starry sky, the universe, and the Great Emperor." After the old man was silent for a moment, he waved his hand, and then slowly led Ji Haoyue to the depths.

"Hey, so many years have passed, and the Great Emperor is actually regarded like this..."