Chapter 503: A newborn calf is not afraid of a tiger

The immortal ancient imperial city.

royal palace.

In the magnificent Jinluan Palace, a middle-aged man with a golden sword sits on a chair. His body is filled with terrifying fluctuations in cultivation. Without looking carefully, you can clearly see worlds floating around him, broken, destroyed, and reborn. ...The vicissitudes of the world are evolving with his thoughts.

The Immortal Emperor.

Quasi-emperor's cultivation.

Even in the current Emperor Luo era, his cultivation level has fallen, and it is far higher than that of ordinary practitioners. With a glance, a world was destroyed in an instant under the fluctuations, and blood gathered into the rivers and seas.

Suddenly, there were several loud rumblings outside the door, and violent footsteps came. An ancient ghost general walked in quickly, and reported with a gloomy face: "Your Majesty, there are people who came to the door and killed the guard. General, the massacre is going on outside the city gate, do you want to go and have a look..."

The Immortal Emperor slowly opened his closed eyes. There were no whites or pupils in his eyes, like an empty nothingness. He said calmly: "No need, these ants are not worth looking at."

The ancient ghost general Dharma King said: "No, this person is extremely powerful, and many quasi-sages have been killed in his hands..."

"I have known about this for a long time." The Immortal Emperor waved his hands lightly. He had already known about this through Sheng Bie.

The ancient ghost general Dharma King wanted to order something more, but suddenly there was a violent roar, the earth shook, the mountains shook, and the entire immortal ancient imperial city trembled, like a lonely boat on the sea, which could be overturned at any time.

The face of the ancient ghost general Dharma King became obviously gloomier, and he said: "Your Majesty, look..."

The Immortal Demon King waved his hand and said: "Forget it, since my ancient Demon clan has been hiding in this space for two whole epochs, no human race has ever stepped into this realm, so I'll go and have a look."

With a swish sound, a purple-black escaping light flashed through, and the figure of the Immortal Demon Emperor disappeared.

The next moment, on the wall of the imperial city, the void fluctuated, and the figure of the immortal Emperor condensed.

The city wall is mottled and thick, and is as high as ten thousand feet, like the Great Wall in the starry sky, standing majestically.

The Immortal Demon King stood above him, his eyes scanning the situation below indifferently. He saw a white-clothed human being fighting with many ancient Demon clans. He was dressed in bright clothes and angry with his horse. He punched out with a punch, and his energy and blood were like a dragon, stirring. The earth is shaking, the power can lift mountains, and the mountains and rivers are magnificent.

Every time a punch was thrown, the blood of an Ancient Demon clan member was splattered on the spot and turned into a corpse.

"It is true that the combat power is extremely strong, but it only goes so far." The Immortal King's eyes were indifferent. The dead clan members would recover their cultivation through sanctification. He was not worried about his death.

But at this moment, the Immortal Emperor suddenly noticed something, and his expression became cold.

He was far away, and he could see clearly the human race in white. There was not even the slightest fluctuation of cultivation on his body. It was as if he had no cultivation at all. His consciousness swept away like a mud cow into the sea, and he could not feel any breath. Give back.

"Um?"

There was a trace of fluctuation on the face of the Immortal Emperor Furui Mubo.

However, this fluctuation quickly returned to nothingness.

I can't see the cultivation level, there are only three situations.

The first one is that the white-clothed human being has a very high level of cultivation, far exceeding himself.

But this is absolutely impossible. Now that the emperor has fallen, there is no emperor in the world. The strongest is the quasi-emperor, unless he is an existence that is superior to the quasi-emperor, but this is obviously impossible.

The second one is to use some kind of means to cover the aura, such as pills or exercises, but this is impossible. As a quasi-emperor, I have never seen any big winds and waves, so how can I not see through him.

The third type is that he himself has no cultivation level.

This is even more impossible.

Without cultivation, how could he kill so many quasi-sages?

The eyes of the Immortal Emperor gradually became serious.

But I don’t really care.

Since it is none of the three, it should be physical cultivation.

Throughout the ages in the Canglan Realm, whether it was the Emperor's Fall, the Golden Age, the Glory Age, or even the Jieao Age before the Glory Age, there have been endless physical cultivations.

Those who practice body cultivation instead of cultivating the spirit and soul, but only cultivate the physical body, may have gone to the extreme. They give up everything and only cultivate the physical body. They have cultivated the physical body to the highest point among the extremes. They can lift mountains with one finger and behead saints with one hair!

"I see."

A flash of contempt flashed across the Immortal Emperor's eyes.

The physical cultivation under his command is flooding like the water of the Yellow River. Anyone who walks out is an overlord-level existence. I wonder if the physical cultivation of future generations can catch up with it?

At this time, another roar came from below.

"Hand over my master, otherwise, there will be a river of blood here today!"

Reacting to these words, the Immortal Emperor just smiled faintly, and then waved his hand aside: "That person, just send someone over to kill him."

The physical training of a later generation is not enough to make him angry.

Not even a little bit of mood swings.

To him, the white-clothed humans were just newborn calves not afraid of tigers.