The appearance of these Northern Emperor sect members also means the beginning of this Tianchen Mowu 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. Among the top powerhouses here, only Yan Tianwei and a few people know him. Even Yan Ximing herself didn't expect that anyone here would know his name and identity. The reason why he appeared here was naturally to meet the powerful in the world. Generally speaking, neither the Southern Emperor Sect nor the Northern Emperor Sect will participate in the Tianchen Mowu Conference. This has been the case for so many sessions in the past. At most, there will be a few people watching the battle. I don't know if I don't want to get involved in secular disputes, or... I don't need it to disdain.
This unparalleled magic martial arts conference held every twenty-five years does not have a gorgeous stage, and there is no fancy opening speech or other language. For the real strong, these are superfluous burdens. Among the four old people, the leader and the oldest one walked forward slowly under the gaze of everyone, and stopped when he got to the center, with his hands behind his back, his imposing eyes swept quickly After moving around for a while, he said in a deep voice: "Heroes of the world, this old man is Yanzheng, the chief precept elder of the Northern Emperor Sect. I don't want to say too much about it. I'm here to make a fool of myself and learn from all the heroes."
After finishing speaking, he slowly raised his hands, which were covered with a layer of faint red light.
In this magic and martial arts conference where the world's top masters gather, only the Southern Emperor Sect or the Northern Emperor Sect can be the "referee" to suppress these top masters. In addition to serving as witnesses, these members of the Southern Emperor Sect and the Northern Emperor Sect are also the starters of each Tianchen Mowu Conference. They will start the first duel between masters and masters.
Yan Zheng, the Chief Discipline Elder of the Northern Emperor Sect, and judging from his attire, the other three elders who walked with him should also be Discipline Elders, and this Yan Zheng must be the one with the highest cultivation level among the four elders. No one has ever heard of Yanzheng's name, and none of these people have ever seen him, but no one dares to underestimate him. Being able to become the Chief Discipline Elder in the Northern Emperor Sect is self-evident.
There are very few people in Tianchen Continent who can reach the level of heaven, and the average number of people in the four countries does not exceed ten - of course, this data is only for those who are recognized as high-level masters. And in the Southern Emperor Sect and the Northern Emperor Sect—most people know that the combined number of heavenly masters of these two colossal forces must exceed the sum of the recognized heavenly masters of the four kingdoms of Tianchen.
As for the little-known Northern Emperor Zong Yanzheng, it is not difficult to see from his aura at this time that his cultivation has clearly reached the terrifying heavenly level. Moreover, at least it is a mid-level sky level.
In the last Tianchen Demon Martial Arts Conference, the Southern Emperor Sect also sent a little-known figure, a middle-aged man in his fifties, with a high-level cultivation of the spiritual level, which was close to the heavenly level. As for the Northern Emperor Sect, they directly dispatched a heaven-level expert to kick off the first match, which immediately made many spirit-level strongmen who felt the huge gap in their aura feel sad and startled.
Chu Jingtian couldn't wait to step forward, but seeing that Yan Tianwei and Yan Qinghong had no intention of making a move, and Leng Ya was as motionless as an ice sculpture, he suddenly felt uncertain, and shrank his neck went back.
In the silent silence, a figure appeared in front of Yanzheng at an unfathomable speed, staring at him silently. Before he opened his mouth, he heard Yanzheng say: "The son of Kuishui's imaginary martial arts, Wu Sansi! The power shakes the southwest of Kuishui, no one dares to provoke him."
The man narrowed his eyes and said, "As expected of the Northern Emperor Sect, you really have great supernatural powers."
Not many people know the name Wu Sansi. However, the title of "Son of Illusory God and Martial Abandoned Man" caused everyone's eyes to look at him to change suddenly. People who were originally listless also began to observe this person carefully. This is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a medium build and a little on the thin side. There is nothing outstanding in appearance, and he belongs to the kind that is difficult to recognize when he is thrown in the crowd. Everyone remembered his appearance and his name.
"Isn't he the uncle who talked to us just now? Huan Shenwu haggard? Is he very powerful?" Si Ya poked Yan Duancang and asked.
Chu Jingtian opened his mouth wide at this time, and muttered in a low voice: "He...he is 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 have heard the name of Huan Shenwu Hangao often. When I was very young, my grandfather often mentioned him to me, saying that Wu Hangao was the most embarrassing thing he met in this life. An opponent with a headache, he not only has terrifying agility and speed, but the most terrifying thing is his unpredictable phantom. Twenty-five years ago, when my grandfather fought against him, he could already conjure thirty-six The phantom that is difficult to distinguish between true and false must have become more terrifying now. And this person is the haggard son of Huan Shenwu, so he must be as powerful as the Huan Shenwu twenty-five years ago."
Yan Duancang nodded, then shook his head slightly, and said in a low voice: "The phantom god is so strong that it can be called a '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 expert and the son of the Illusory God, he cannot become the second Illusory God, at least not yet."
"Oh?" Chu Jingtian was surprised.
"Twenty-five years ago, Huan Shenwu was about the same age as you at this time, and he was able to conjure up a phantom body with thirty-six supernatural skills. Let me show you, do you have the power of phantom gods back then?" True posture." Yan Zheng raised his hands, releasing scorching coercion.
Wu Sansi also raised his hands. He has never used any weapon 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."
When the voice fell, his body shook suddenly, his body movements and expressions were completely frozen there, motionless.
At this moment, Yanzheng suddenly moved his eyes, glanced at his upper left, and suddenly slapped his right palm upwards. It's just not moving, it's astonishing to move, a scorching force instantly gathers into a rotating invisible air wave, rushing away.
If the Southern Emperor Sect's Shuiyu Art and the Northern Emperor Sect's Flame Soul Art are practiced by ordinary people, they are nothing more than ordinary exercises, except for some unique tricks, there is nothing special about them. However, if it is practiced by someone who has the blood of the Northern Emperor or the Southern Emperor, the divine power contained in the blood can be stimulated through it, which can be said to be twice the result with half the effort. It is extremely free to control and send and receive freely.
Wu Sansi's body suddenly disappeared like air at this moment, and his figure appeared in the direction Yanzheng was waving his palms at. Facing the scorching air waves, he had no choice but to meet him with both palms, facing the scorching air waves. He hit back with a bang. With a muffled sound, Yanzheng's body swayed, Wu Sansi's body flipped twice in the air, and landed floatingly, with a serious expression on his face.
"You don't have to be surprised. This old man has heard about the phantom god's 'afterimage phantom body', and he was prepared just now, so he can deal with it safely. Otherwise, if this old man deals with it for the first time, he will suffer a big loss." Yan Zheng looked at him with a blank expression on his face. Said with an expression.
The afterimage phantom is just like Wu Sansi's seemingly unmoving figure just now, but in fact he has shifted to another place and struck down in the air. Of course, this is not so fast that the afterimage can't disappear like teleportation, but a perfect combination of speed and hidden breath, which is a special trick similar to blindfolding, which catches people off guard. But if you are seen through and counterattacked, you will be in a hurry.
After this round of probing, Wu Sansi's face became more serious. He took a light breath, then lowered his eyebrows, slowly held his breath, and slowly moved a step forward. With this slow forward movement, a phantom that shouldn't appear appeared behind him.
Taking another step, the phantom became more and more obvious, and when he took the third step, the phantom had already fully formed—it was not like a phantom, but another martial artist who followed closely behind. Think twice. As he moved forward, another illusory image appeared behind him... Wu Sansi squinted his eyes halfway, and approached Yanzheng in a "Z"-shaped route, and the phantoms that appeared one after another alternated in chaos. , the footsteps are even more vain, making it impossible for people to recognize which one is his original body. And in this chaos, the overlapping real and fake images suddenly separated far away, and divided into seven identical Wu Sansi, each of them rushed towards Yan Zheng with a heavy face as fast as lightning.
This is by no means a phantom created by relying on extremely high speed, but a phantom body that looks like the real body created by some strange method. This is also the frightening skill of Wu Hangao, a mythical figure in Kuishui Kingdom. No one has figured out how these phantoms are formed. Facing the phantom body, most people will first lose their minds after being shocked, and then panic. Wu Hangao may not be the strongest among the four gods, but he is the one who is the least willing to fight against the other three.
"Is this the phantom god's 'Thousand Phantom Body' that grandpa said? It really is the same as a real person, it's hard to tell!" Chu Jingtian stared at the Wu Sansi figures one by one, amazed in his heart, feeling as if Looking at Juggling in general. But no matter how he thought, he couldn't figure out how these phantoms appeared.
One, two, three... seven, seven phantom bodies! Although it is far from being able to compare with the thirty-six phantom bodies that were haggard with phantom and martial arts back then, it is still amazing enough. Some rising stars who had never seen a phantom opened their eyes wide.
Seven real and fake figures attacked Yanzheng from different directions. Yanzheng can dodge or counterattack at this time, but if he dodges or counterattacks in the wrong direction, the only consequence is to be hit hard... However, facing the seven approaching shadows, he did not move at all. , but suddenly let out a low shout, a layer of red light suddenly appeared on the surface of the body, and a hot and terrifying air wave was also transmitted by the air, accompanied by strong depression, and spread far away. What the Flame Soul Art cultivates is not "flame", even if it reaches the peak of cultivation, it will not produce a temperature higher than the red flame, but the strange scorching heat generated by the Flame Soul Art when it erupts has a terrifying speed of transmission. It can spread all around in an instant.