Dominator System of Myriad Realms

Chapter 140 Chase and Cut

Baiyue stood in the sky, with a tall body, dressed in a black robe, with a majestic and gloomy appearance, and her long, jet-black hair was scattered and fluttered in the wind.

Looking down at Zhang Chen and Zhao Ling'er with deep eyes, they were high above them, like gods.

Feeling the majestic aura from Zhang Chen, Baiyue was taken aback, and said, "Your Excellency is not from Nanzhao Kingdom?"

The sound of worshiping the moon is like a bell, and the sound waves are layered, giving people an inexplicable sense of oppression.

However, Zhang Chen didn't like him at all.

"so what?"

Zhang Chen stood holding the sword, raised his eyebrows, and the dragon-slaying sword exuded azure light.

Baiyue frowned and said: "This woman is the heir of a subjugated demon who caused floods ten years ago and made waves. Her crimes are heinous and she should be punished. As the Nanzhao State Teacher, I cannot tolerate her existence."

"you're lying!"

After hearing his words, Zhao Ling'er gritted her teeth in anger, and her considerable chest rose and fell.

Baiyue's eyes were like lightning, and he looked directly at Zhao Ling'er, and said in a cold tone: "It was most conclusive back then. Letting a bitch lead a witch like you to escape from Nanzhao was a dereliction of duty on my part. I didn't expect you to dare to come back."

Dozens of days ago, he found some clues and sent people to the Central Plains to look for Zhao Ling'er.

Unexpectedly, none of the Miao people sent out came back.

He knew that one day Zhao Ling'er would come back, but he didn't expect to come back so soon.

Moreover, there is a strong man by his side.

"Demon girl, die!"

Bai Yue yelled, raised his arm slightly, and slammed his palm down, the palm print pierced the air, tearing the air, and went straight to Zhao Ling'er.

When Zhao Ling'er escaped back then, he was worried that one day she would come back with the blood of Nuwa's descendants to take revenge.

However, what he never imagined in his dreams was that this girl was so stupid that she dared to come back before she grew up.

Although the young people on the ground have impressive strength, they are not their opponents.

Therefore, he didn't dare to hesitate, and immediately killed Zhao Ling'er.

This palm was reaching its peak, and a terrifying aura was about to fall. A sharp aura shot up from Zhang Chen's body, and he swung his sword.

The sword energy rushed out, and the two completely different forces collided in the void.

"Boom—"

The terrifying aftermath swept across the void, the wind whizzed and the dust flew up.

Under the aftermath of the battle between the two Nascent Soul cultivators, Zhao Ling'er used her skills, hid behind Zhang Chen, and barely gained a foothold.

After a long time, the aftermath of sword energy and palm prints dissipated, and the eyes of Bai Yue revealed a dignified look.

"Your Excellency, this demon girl has committed a heinous crime. You really have to protect her."

Baiyue's expression was gloomy, his voice was cold and ruthless, and his murderous intent was lingering.

Zhang Chen's figure rises in the wind, holding a dragon-slaying sword, and the blue waves are rolling. His white clothes are as white as snow, his sleeves and robes are fluttering with the wind, and his handsome face is also filled with a trace of gloom at this moment.

The dragon-slaying sword flicked, and the sound of the sword echoed.

Zhang Chen said coldly: "Don't say she is not a witch, so what if she is a witch, today, you must die."

Dragons have inverse scales, and they will die if touched.

Not to mention that Zhao Ling'er was his little wife, and Zhang Chen couldn't tolerate his existence by framing his wife by worshiping the moon.

On the ground, Zhao Linger covered her pink lips with jade hands, and her big watery eyes were full of emotion.

At the same time, a terrifying killing intent swept out from Zhang Chen's thin body, and the surrounding temperature instantly dropped by dozens of degrees.

Baiyue Rumang was on his back, knowing that he underestimated the enemy, he immediately distanced himself.

"Hmph, you protect the demon girl, and you are also a demon, so I cannot keep you today."

"Eight-door Dunjia, wounded door, open!"

The fourth door of the eight-door dungeon opens, the cyclones in the four main veins run wildly, and the flow speed of the spiritual energy in the body soars four times.

At the same time, Zhang Chen's aura also climbed from the initial stage of the second stage of the Nascent Soul to the early stage of the seventh stage of the Nascent Soul in an instant.

"The Nine Heavens Profound Temple, turned into a divine thunder.

Huanghuang Tianwei, lead him with the sword! "

The ancient spell reverberated mysteriously in the sky, and Zhang Chen hovered above the sky in a white robe, like an unsheathed divine sword.

The dragon-slaying sword pointed to the sky, and the deep dark vortex swirled rapidly in the sky, and the lightning flashed and thundered, suppressing the void.

At this time, Baiyue's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face changed drastically.

How can it be!

The previous aura was obviously weaker than his own, how could it be raised to such a level in an instant.

Just as his thoughts were tossing, a bright sword pillar in the void pierced down, heading straight for his face.

The sword pillar split the air and fell with the supreme power of heaven.

"Boom—"

In an instant, the roar exploded in the void.

The outskirts of the capital of Dali are not considered remote, so that the movements of the battle set off waves of hurricanes, which made the people of Dali terrified.

The sword pillar dissipated, and Baiyue stood in the void, with a bloodstain on the corner of his mouth, and his face was extremely gloomy.

Seeing this, Zhang Chen sneered, and with the dragon-slaying sword in hand, he bullied himself, and killed him with terrifying sword intent.

After opening the Eight Gates Dunjia, his explosive strength is comparable to that of a monk at the seventh level of the Nascent Soul, but he is no more than the sixth level of the Nascent Soul, and he is already seriously injured to be able to block the Divine Sword Yu Lei Zhen Jue.

As for Zhang Chen, he continued with the True Art of Slaying Ghosts and Gods, and became more courageous as he fought.

As one sword fell after another, Baiyue vomited blood and retreated, furious.

He never dreamed that the descendant of the Witch Queen, who he carelessly let slip away, would come back with such a powerful monk.

The thick shield of true energy stood in front of him, and after it came into contact with the dragon-slaying sword, sparks shot out, and cracks spread all over it.

Baiyue's deep eyes were full of rage and fury, but there was nowhere to vent it.

"Heaven and earth are upright, awe-inspiring forever
Don't seek to kill immortals, but kill ghosts and gods. "

At this time, Zhang Chen's aura was already sharp to the extreme, the mysterious formula echoed in the sky, and the dragon-slaying sword sang soaring into the sky.

"Yin-"

The dragon-slaying sword was rippling with blue waves, and fell with terrifying sword energy.

As blood spurted out, an arm was raised high, worshiping the moon was hysterical, and immediately fled towards the city.

However, Zhang Chen could not do what he wished, holding the dragon-slaying sword and chasing after him.

Clutching his severed arm, Bai Yue didn't look like a national teacher, he was extremely embarrassed and vomited blood angrily.

Back then, it took so much effort to kill the Empress Wu and unify Nanzhao, he was not reconciled.

Over the years, although he has been Nanzhao's national teacher, the witch king of Nanzhao is just a puppet arranged by him.

The real witch king has been killed by him, and in the whole Nanzhao, he is calling the wind and the rain.

At this time, being chased and hacked by Zhang Chen, Baiyue was so aggrieved.

Thinking of future generations, some people would compare worshiping the moon with the Jiujian Immortal, Zhang Chen had a sarcastic smile on his face.

"A mere rat can compare with the Sword Immortal."

The footsteps stopped in the void, Zhang Chen was not chasing, but he was chasing, he was afraid that something might happen to Zhao Linger.

As for worshiping the moon, Zhang Chen would never stop him if he escaped from the position he had earned through decades of hard work.

Human hearts are often more greedy than imagined.

Therefore, Zhang Chen was sure that Baiyue would never be reconciled, and would definitely seek revenge on himself.

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