Shock: The love letter was sent to the empress by mistake

[Ding, destroy Cheng Xiuming's Dao Heart, get reward, copy skill times * 1, skill points +3, skill: [Triple Hit]]

[Note: There are 4 skill points left]

Nie Chen was a little surprised.

As expected of the heir of the emperor, the system rewards are luxurious.

[Triple Hit] This reward is a little strange, and the specific function is to complete three spells at the same time in an instant.

As for the reward for copying skills, it is much more common.

[Ding, the host can choose to copy any spell of the people around him and cultivate it to perfection]

Nie Chen glanced around, and naturally only Cheng Xiuming, the heir of Emperor Lei Yan, was the most suitable for copying.

He recalled the spells used by Cheng Xiuming in his mind.

[Five Thunders Heavenly Temptation]

[Red Cultivation Ten Thousand Thunder Seal]

[Heavenly Prison Earth Mine Lock]

"Oh, how come I almost forgot this!"

Nie Chen slapped his head: "I'll choose the Ten Thousand Thunders Transformation Technique he used at the end."

"..."

The system was silent for a moment, and seemed extremely reluctant:

[The Ten Thousand Thunders Transformation Technique is not just a spell, but the supreme method formed by all the inheritances of Emperor Lei Yan]

Nie Chen: "But you said any spell, I want this one."

System: "But..."

"I want this one."

"..."

[Congratulations to the host, successfully learned the Ten Thousand Thunders Transformation Technique]

[The Ten Thousand Thunders Transformation Technique has been cultivated to perfection]

After an unknown amount of silence, the system finally made a sound.

It was still the same emotionless electronic sound as always, but Nie Chen seemed to hear a hint of unwillingness in it.

It is estimated that this is the first time that the system has tasted the taste of being tricked by humans...

Nie Chen lightly hooked his five fingers, and suddenly, there was a crackling sound.

Red, blue, purple, and other colors of lightning intertwined and shone in one place.

The lightning in his hand, which was condensed and constantly changing, seemed to contain endless power.

Although Cheng Xiuming had obtained almost all the inheritance of Emperor Lei Yan, he did not practice it very deeply.

For Nie Chen, who has now practiced the Ten Thousand Thunders into One Art to perfection, the power he can exert is even more than several times more than his.

Nie Chen satisfiedly dissolved the lightning in his hand and controlled the spirit ship so that the bows of the two ships were together.

Most of the disciples of Lei Yan Valley were seriously injured and fell to the ground in pain.

Even the few who could move, seeing this situation, did not dare to get up at all, and could only lie on the ground pretending to be dead.

Nie Chen picked them up one by one, like kicking a football, and kicked them one by one to the ship of Tianyun Palace.

"Ouch."

"It hurts."

"It hurts me to death."

Wails came one after another, and Nie Chen hooked his fingers at the opposite side.

Soon, the disciples of Tianyun Hall moved their boats and came to Nie Chen's side.

Mu Ziling looked worried:

"Brother Nie, although we also think you did a great job, isn't it too heavy?

What if Emperor Lei Yan uses this as an excuse..."

"I spared his life just to wait for Emperor Lei Yan to find an excuse."

Nie Chen picked up Cheng Xiuming, who was limp like a dead dog and had broken tendons and veins, and threw him hard on the other side of the boat.

With a muffled sound, Cheng Xiuming didn't know how many bones were broken again. It is estimated that there are not many intact parts left on his body.

Now that all his tendons and veins were broken by Nie Chen, he could not be repaired even if he used the best natural materials and treasures.

Even if he was spared from death, it would be more painful than dying.

"But that's the emperor. Even if it's you, Brother Nie..."

Mu Ziling said halfway, looking at Nie Chen's cold and deep eyes, as vast as stars, but he was hesitant to speak.

For some reason, she unconsciously developed a sense of trust.

She had an inexplicable strange idea:

‘Perhaps, only Senior Brother Nie in the Xuanyuan Realm can really stop the great Emperor Lei Yan? ’

And this idea was surprisingly consistent with the other disciples of Tianyun Hall.

Throw all the disciples of Lei Yan Valley onto the broken ship and retrieve the canvas of Tianyun Hall. Driving the spirit ship, it didn’t take long for the Flower Holy Land to be in front of him.

At this moment, the Flower Holy Land was already a grand occasion.

As one of the eight oldest holy places, the influence of the Flower Holy Land on the righteous sects in the world is self-evident.

Now the grand ceremony ordered by the saint girl herself has instantly gathered countless righteous monks in the world.

All the major dynasties, sects, and even several other holy places have sent people to participate.

Many small sects that did not receive an invitation are not even qualified to give gifts.

The ground in the holy land was already covered with colorful petals, and a wide variety of delicacies were placed on the pillars formed by vines.

One of the links of the grand ceremony was to provide an opportunity for the righteous monks in the world to gather together.

These monks who were willing to respect the Holy Land of Flowers also talked happily, tasting the food and talking to each other.

However, there were also many eyes with awe, quietly looking at the Qingyue Empress and the Flower Saint sitting in the distance.

The two had completely different styles of beauty.

The Flower Saint was a bit sacred and charming, which made people admire her and dare to approach her.

The Qingyue Empress was cold and arrogant, like ice and frost, which made people look up to her and admire her.

The petals fluttered down from the sky, coupled with her beautiful face.

This scene was really beautiful.

The Flower Saint smiled:

"Qingyue, I didn't expect you to come to the Flower Holy Land to see me in person.

I missed you so much after we last met."

Like a spoiled child, she gently placed her hand on Chu Qingyue's cool hand.

However, it was mercilessly slapped away.

"Just tell me if you have something to say."

Chu Qingyue's eyes were cold, and there was a hint of chill on her body.

"So ruthless..."

The Flower Holy Maiden felt wronged for a moment, but soon she regained her cheeky smile:

"Hehe, actually I heard that Tianyun Hall has a new disciple recently.

He is handsome, talented, and seems to have done a lot of amazing things.

I am quite interested in him, so I want to ask him about something."

"Nie Chen?

He...he is just an ordinary disciple of Tianyun Hall. What is there to ask?

This emperor is not familiar with him."

It seemed that in an instant, the coldness on Chu Qingyue's body dissipated a lot.

Even her usual cold voice was a little unnatural.

"Really?"

The Saint of Flowers' eyes flashed:

"Forget it then.

However, Qingyue, I still want to hear the story of the friend who was interested in love that you told me last time.

Can you tell me in detail in the palace?"

"Sure, but if you dare to ask some weird questions, don't blame me for killing you and your palace."

Chu Qingyue's eyes were cold.

"Well, of course, of course."

The Saint of Flowers could only nod repeatedly to show her sincerity.