Chapter 1127: 8 Wild Wind Kills

"boom--!!!"

A deafening roar exploded between heaven and earth, and the immortal power around Patriarch Situ surged out like a boiling wave.

The golden immortal power, wrapped in a sharp energy, drew a dazzling arc of light in the air and slammed towards Ye Chen fiercely.

The power of this attack has reached the pinnacle. An ordinary mid-stage Divine Emperor would die if touched by it. Even a top expert in the Queen stage of Divine Empress would have to try his best to barely resist it. If he is not careful, he will die.

However, just as this immortal power that was powerful enough to tear the void apart rushed in front of Ye Chen, something strange happened.

The violent immortal power seemed to be swallowed by an invisible vortex, or like a summer rainstorm encountering the scorching sun, it dissipated in an instant, without even a trace of aftermath splashing on Ye Chen.

Ye Chen still stood there, his robes motionless, and he didn't even lift his eyelids.

It seemed as if the attack just now, which was enough to threaten the Queen of Gods, was just a breeze passing by.

"you……"

Patriarch Situ's pupils suddenly shrank, the calmness on his face was instantly replaced by shock, and the fingers holding the magic formula trembled slightly.

Although the previous attack was intended to test the situation, he did not use his most powerful strength.

But even if it was a test, its power was enough to crush 99% of the strong men in Zhongzhou. Looking across the entire Zhongzhou, there were very few people who could withstand this blow.

He originally wanted to use this attack to find out Ye Chen's background and see how capable this enemy who killed his disciple was.

But the scene before him was like being struck by lightning, leaving him completely dumbfounded.

This is not simply a suppression of strength, but a gap in dimension.

His attack was completely ignored by the opponent!

Patriarch Situ's heart sank as he instantly realized a horrible fact: this person's strength was probably on par with his own, or even... even better!

As soon as this thought came to his mind, he completely gave up the idea of ​​continuing to test it.

He has lived for so many years and knows the danger of fighting against strong people of the same level.

Testing not only wastes time, but also easily exposes one's own weaknesses.

Instead of wasting energy on insignificant temptations, it is better to use a killing move directly, forcing Ye Chen to use all his strength and decide the outcome fairly.

More importantly, he could clearly feel that countless eyes on the streets of the city below were focused on him, and there was doubt, contempt, and even ridicule in those eyes.

Faintly, the sound of small discussions drifted into his ears on the wind.

"Is this the legendary Situ Patriarch, the number one expert in Zhongzhou? He doesn't look that great to me..."

"Both attacks were easily defused by that young man. With this strength, let alone being the top master, I'm afraid he can't even be considered a Divine Queen."

"I thought that young man was finished, but now it seems that Patriarch Situ is the one who won't be able to hold on for much longer!"

Every word was like a fine needle, piercing Situ Laozu's self-esteem, making his face even gloomier and the veins on his forehead throbbing faintly.

He has been roaming around Zhongzhou for so many years, when has he ever been criticized like this?

At this moment, an impatient roar suddenly rang out from the gilded flying warship floating in the back, carrying with it an unquestionable pressure: "Ancestor Situ, if you waste any more time here, I will take care of you too!!!"

It’s the voice of Master Shangguan!

Patriarch Situ was startled and did not dare to hesitate any longer. The Shangguan family was extremely powerful and was not someone he could afford to provoke.

He took a deep breath, his eyes suddenly turned red, and the immortal power around him surged wildly. The golden immortal power was stained with a layer of blue-black in an instant, and the air flow in the air began to rotate violently, making a shrill whistling sound.

"Eight Desolate Winds Sweep and Kill!!!"

Patriarch Situ suddenly raised his hand, and his loud shout shook the surrounding void slightly.

As his spell was cast, a dark blue gale emerged from nowhere, like thousands of sharp wind blades, interweaving into a huge net in the air.

Immediately afterwards, the violent wind suddenly condensed, and a giant blue-black palm over a thousand feet long suddenly took shape.

The surface of the giant palm was covered with layers of wind patterns, and a blue-black light flickered.

There was a violent hurricane lingering in the palm of his hand, and the whistling sound of the wind was like the roar of ghosts and gods, spreading in all directions.

The sound alone made the monks in the city below turn pale and retreat.

"boom--!!!"

There was another loud noise, and a giant blue-black palm with the power to destroy the world pressed down fiercely in the direction where Ye Chen was.

Wherever it passed, the void was torn into tiny cracks, as if even the heaven and earth were about to be shattered by this palm!

A giant dark blue palm hung in the air, its shadow covering the sky and the sun covering most of Zhongzhou City.

Even the sunlight was blocked behind by the thick evil wind.

The monks watching the battle below all gasped. The originally questioning discussions disappeared in an instant, leaving only the sound of gasps.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the thousand-foot giant palm, and their hearts were filled with indescribable shock.

"This is the strength of the strongest man in Zhongzhou!"

Someone couldn't help but shout out, their voice full of awe.

The two previous attempts by Patriarch Situ were like children playing in front of this giant palm.

At this moment, the hurricane roaring in the palm of his hand and the power that tore through the void were truly worthy of the title of "No. 1 in Zhongzhou".

"Just now he was really testing me! Patriarch Situ is serious now!"

Another cultivator clenched the magical weapon in his hand, his eyes filled with tension. "No matter how strong that young man is, I'm afraid he won't be able to withstand this 'Eight Desolate Wind Sweeping Kill' move, right?"

The discussion started again, but without the previous contempt, only the anxiety and amazement about this confrontation remained.

Among the crowd, the owner of Yunhe Tower, who was hiding behind the eaves of an attic, had the most solemn expression.

The spiritual power around him subconsciously tensed up, and his fingers gripped the wooden beams of the eaves tightly, until his knuckles turned white.

When the breath of "Eight Desolate Winds" came, his pupils suddenly shrank, and past memories came flooding back like a tide.

Thousands of years ago, he had a battle with Patriarch Situ. The battle lasted for three days and three nights. The sky and the earth changed color, and the mountains and rivers were shattered.

Finally, Patriarch Situ used the move "Eight Desolate Winds to Kill".

The huge dark blue palm pressed down on him so hard that it was difficult for him to breathe. The spiritual energy in his body was dispersed by the strong wind. In the end, he could only admit defeat in a miserable way and almost died under the palm wind.

After thousands of years, the master of Yunhe Tower felt this familiar evil spirit again, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back.

The feeling of oppression that penetrates deep into the bone marrow is even stronger than before.

It is obvious that Patriarch Situ's cultivation has improved over the years.

He subconsciously looked towards Ye Chen in the field with a complicated look in his eyes: "He... should be able to take this move, right?"

He knew the horror of "Eight Desolate Winds Killing".

The palm wind not only contains tremendous immortal power, but also countless tiny wind blades moving within it.

Once hit by the giant palm, the body will be shattered in an instant, and even the soul will not be able to escape the fate of being swallowed by the strong wind.

He tried his best to avoid the vital parts, but the aftermath still broke three ribs. It took him a full ten years to recover.

At this moment, the giant blue-black palm was still pressing down, and the broken stones and wood picked up by the palm wind were flying in the air. The tiles of the city below were blown up by the strong wind, making crackling sounds.

Everyone's heart was in their throat, their eyes fixed on Ye Chen, waiting to see how he would respond to this fatal move.

Facing the giant blue-black wind palm that covered the sky and the sun and was thousands of feet high, with the edge of the palm wrapped in whistling black wind blades, even the air was stirred to make a "sizzling" tearing sound.

Ye Chen's back was still straight, his brows were calm and his face was as calm as the eternal cold jade.

He just raised his chin slightly, and a very light breath escaped from his lips.

As soon as the breath touched the air, a violent wave suddenly arose between heaven and earth. The strong wind swept up the gravel and broken branches, forming a gray-black air column visible to the naked eye in the air.

The "whooshing" sound made people's eardrums hurt, as if countless invisible hands were grabbing people's souls, trying to pull them out of the warm body!

This gust of wind hit the giant blue-black palm directly, first turning the wind blades on the edge of the palm into fine airflows, and then drilling into it along the lines of the palm.

But in an instant, spider-web-like cracks appeared in the palm of the giant blue-black palm.

The black gale in the gap continued to dissipate, and finally shattered with a loud "crack".

It turned into tiny pieces of wind all over the sky and sank into the air currents between heaven and earth, without even a trace of residual strength left.

When everyone saw this scene, they all froze in place, their mouths slightly open, forgetting to breathe, their faces filled with an expression of disbelief and dullness, even their fingertips subconsciously stopped moving.

Especially the owner of Yunhe Tower, he stared at the empty air, and the blue veins on his forehead twitched slightly.

He knew better than anyone the power of "Eight Desolate Winds Killing".

That is a deadly move that can crush a mountain!

Even if it was him, he would have to use his life-saving magic weapon to barely resist, and there was no way he could take it intact.

He had secretly guessed before that Ye Chen was very powerful and much stronger than himself.

When dealing with this move, one would at least resort to weapons, or practice martial arts to fight it head-on, and finally fight with Patriarch Situ to a draw.

But he never expected that in the face of such a deadly move, Ye Chen just casually raised his lips and blew a breath?

The owner of Yunhe Tower raised his hand and wiped his forehead, and his fingertips touched a layer of cold sweat.

He originally thought that he had imagined Ye Chen's strength to the extreme.

But at this moment, looking at Ye Chen's still calm back, he realized belatedly that his understanding of Ye Chen's strength was probably still superficial.

"He...he just blew some air, is that all?!"

The owner of Yunhe Tower had his Adam's apple rolling, and his voice was trembling without him even noticing. He stared at Ye Chen intently, unable to believe what was happening before his eyes.

In just one breath, he completely broke the "Eight Desolate Winds" of Patriarch Situ?

On the other side, Patriarch Situ's pupils suddenly contracted when he saw the giant palm shatter. Scarlet bloodshot instantly covered his eyeballs. His originally calm expression was completely distorted, and he began to go crazy.

He had spent 30% of his divine power to launch this powerful attack, and he thought that it would at least force Ye Chen to go all out and fight with him.

But the result?

The other party didn't even move a finger, and just blew a breath and it dissolved?

Could it be that this person's strength far exceeds his own?

Patriarch Situ's heart was in turmoil, but he suppressed his disbelief.

He has already stood at the pinnacle of the Divine Emperor realm, and is only one step away from entering the realm of the Chaos Holy Emperor.

No matter how strong the opponent is, he can't be the Chaos Saint Emperor, right?

“I just don’t believe it!!!”

Patriarch Situ suddenly raised his head and screamed fiercely, his voice full of unwillingness and madness.

As he roared, the void on his right side twisted slightly, and a huge purple gourd about ten feet tall slowly emerged.

The gourd is dark purple in color, and its surface is engraved with fine golden Taoist patterns. Those Taoist patterns seem alive, flowing slowly on the surface of the gourd.

Each line is condensed with the rich power of heaven and earth. Just looking at it can make people feel a heart-pounding sense of heaviness.

You can tell at first glance that it is an extraordinary magic weapon!

As soon as the gourd appeared, the originally stable rules of heaven and earth around it began to fluctuate, and even the flow of air slowed down by half a beat.

It seemed as if the entire space was affected by the aura of the gourd and became stagnant.

A faint purple halo enveloped the surface of the gourd.

Occasionally, a golden light flashed in the halo, making the entire gourd exude both heart-pounding power and a bit of unfathomable mystery.

Ancestor Baiyu and Ancestor Shenfeng happened to arrive and just landed on the top of a mountain not far away. When their eyes fell on the purple gourd, their faces changed instantly. They couldn't help but gasp, their eyes full of shock.

They recognized it at a glance. This purple gourd was the great opportunity that Patriarch Situ had once obtained in an ancient relic. It was a genuine Chaos Saint Emperor-level treasure!

They also knew that this purple-gold gourd was an artifact personally refined by a long-deceased Chaos Saint Emperor.

Although due to insufficient materials during refining, it is only a semi-finished product and cannot be considered a truly complete Chaos Holy Emperor treasure.

But after all, it was made by the Chaos Holy Emperor. Even if it is just a semi-finished product, its power is more than a hundred times stronger than ordinary magic weapons of the Divine Emperor level!

Recalling the past, the two looked at each other and saw a hint of fear in each other's eyes.

In the past, they were full of curiosity about this purple gourd and always wanted to experience for themselves what it felt like to have the pressure of the Chaos Saint Emperor.

For this purpose, they even went to see Patriarch Situ, and begged him to use the gourd and let them "try their hand".

At that time, Patriarch Situ couldn't persuade them, so he activated the gourd's pressure and suppressed the two of them.

The result was that the two of them had no room to resist. Their knees became weak under the pressure and they almost knelt down on the spot, unable to even lift their heads!

From then on, Ancestor Shenfeng and Ancestor Baiyu completely understood that there was already a gap between themselves and Ancestor Situ. Now that the other party had an additional Chaos Saint Emperor-level treasure, the gap between the two was getting bigger and bigger and could not be made up at all.

Seeing the purple gourd coming out at this moment, the same thought popped up in both of their minds: Under the Chaos Saint Emperor, there is probably no one who can be the opponent of Patriarch Situ?