Chapter 200
Condemn me!
Who!
As he spoke wildly, a strong aura surged out of Tang Xuan's body.
Boom!
Visible ripples in the void slowly spread out.
"What!"
Zhao Changxi almost peed herself.
Tang Xuan actually used his aura to withstand the pressure of the Holy Scripture of Zhiheng.
This was the first time I saw someone who could use his physical aura to resist the power of the Holy Scripture.
Is this still a human?
Zhao Changxi gritted her teeth.
This was already the third battle.
After two rounds of consumption, she still couldn't take down Tang Xuan. Would she still have face?
I'm afraid that her Tao heart will be covered in dust in the future.
"No matter what! Tang Xuan must die!"
Her eyes were filled with madness, and she directly urged the power of the emperor's soul and poured it into the Holy Scripture of Zhiheng.
"Etiquette! The law of heaven, the righteousness of earth, and the conduct of the people! Open..."
Open!
The Holy Scripture of Zhiheng trembled slightly and turned a page.
Boom!
The golden light rushed into the sky and turned into golden rain.
The golden rain fell into the Haozheng Holy Formation and condensed into statues of emperors.
Each of those emperors carried great power.
It was as if the emperor had descended to the world, and could not be looked at directly!
The emperors were surrounded by ancient and vicissitudes of life.
Enveloping the entire land.
Even through the imperial throne shield.
Many warriors felt their hearts shaken, and had the urge to kneel down in pain and confess their sins.
"What a terrible aura!"
"Oh my god, the aura of just one Emperor Confucian is enough to crush the quasi-emperors below the Qiankun level, ten of them! I really can't imagine who can withstand it!"
"Too strong! It is worthy of being the Book of Laws. Compared with the Holy Book of Zhiheng, the Son of Jing and the Son of Wuliang are just children playing house!"
"No matter how strong the Tang family's emperor is, he can't stop ten Emperor Confucianists!"
"..."
Above the void, Tang Qitian and others were sweating.
They knew that the battle of the Nine Emperor Thrones would be difficult.
But they didn't expect it to be so difficult.
Defeng Ancient Academy is backed by the Confucian School, and its foundation is indeed unfathomable.
Even things like the Holy Book of Zhiheng were taken out.
The first two battles seemed easy, but everyone believed that Tang Xuan must have consumed a lot.
After experiencing the pressure of the Emperor Confucian again, it is very likely that he will not be able to hold on.
Tang Bingli frowned, with a worried expression in her eyes.
Although she was angry that Tang Xuan took the initiative to open the Nine Emperor Thrones and threatened to stop him.
But after all, they were connected by blood.
Now seeing Tang Xuan being suppressed, she felt a little regretful.
Why was she so impulsive!
Living in a different place, I am afraid that she does not even have the courage to open the Nine Emperor Thrones.
How could she laugh at Tang Xuan!
Thinking of this, Tang Bingli opened her red lips.
"Brother, if you can't hold on... you can give up!"
Tang Xuan smiled.
"Thank you for your concern, but unfortunately I am a bit rude. What Confucian etiquette! I really don't like it!"
"Ten Emperor Confucian! Is that enough..."
I saw his body sway slightly, and the Emperor Soul of the Origin of the Galaxy suddenly appeared behind him.
Boom!
The starlight overflowed, and the Emperor Soul turned into a brilliant galaxy, flashing and absorbing the power of the Emperor Soul.
"Break it for me!"
Tang Xuan's pupils condensed, and the Emperor Soul exploded.
Boom!
The Emperor's Soul of 100,000 Zhang reappeared in the world, shocking the four seats.
"Ten... 100,000 Zhang Emperor's Soul!"
"Am I dreaming? It is said that the Emperor's Soul of 9,000 Zhang can already be regarded as a Great Emperor. The Emperor's Soul of 100,000 Zhang is simply unprecedented!"
"According to ancient records, the strongest quasi-emperor in history only has an Emperor's Soul of 30,000 Zhang, and is called the Soul Emperor. However, compared with the Emperor of the Tang Family, it is simply a world of difference, and they are completely incomparable!"
"No wonder he is so confident that he dares to challenge the Nine Emperors!"
There were bursts of exclamations.
All the warriors had expressions of shock and astonishment on their faces.
Even Tang Bingli, the Buddhist son of Fansha and the Demon Prince were no exception.
All of them were stunned and shocked.
On the last Emperor's throne, the man in the black cloak trembled slowly, and in his scarlet pupils, there was an expression of surprise and excitement.
"A hundred thousand zhang Emperor Soul... It seems that the gift Tang Xiaoyao prepared for him is really generous!"
"But... It will be mine soon, hehehe..."
An unprecedented hundred thousand zhang Emperor Soul appeared.
After all, the ten Emperor Confucianists were just a trace of soul.
In front of the power of the origin of the Milky Way, they collapsed one by one.
Bang, bang, bang!
Every time an Emperor Confucianist collapsed, Zhao Changxi spit out blood, and the horror in her eyes increased.
Too scary!
It's so scary!
Is Tang Xuan really a human?
She took out the two trump cards of Zhiheng Sacred Scripture and Haozheng Sacred Array in succession.
Still couldn't hurt Tang Xuan at all.
How desperate!
You know, this is already the third battle.
I thought that even if I couldn't win, I could at least hurt Tang Xuan.Unfortunately, Zhao Changxi was still a little naive.
Tang Xuan was still crushing.
In the blink of an eye!
Only three of the ten Emperor Confucianists were left.
Although the power of the Emperor Confucianists was still great.
But anyone could see it!
Zhao Changxi was doomed!
Between the two!
The gap was too big!
Bang!
As the last Emperor Confucianist soul collapsed.
The light of the Zhiheng Sacred Scripture disappeared, and it turned into an ordinary book, falling into Zhao Changxi's hands.
The huge Haozheng Sacred Array also collapsed into thousands of golden points.
Tang Xuan did not attack again, but looked at Zhao Changxi calmly.
"Are you... convinced?"
Zhao Changxi trembled all over, and a complex light appeared in her eyes.
She still wanted to kill Tang Xuan.
But she couldn't muster the courage anyway.
"I... am convinced!"
The trembling voice and the unwilling mood were completely intertwined.
"Back off!"
Tang Xuan shouted.
The words fell.
The Emperor Throne representing Confucianism released the original luck, which was completely absorbed by Tang Xuan.
Zhao Changxi's body trembled slightly, as if she had lost something.
She knew in her heart that it was her own luck.
The Nine Emperor Thrones brought them powerful strength, and also absorbed their luck.
All this luck has now been plundered by Tang Xuan.
In the future, they will never be as dazzling as before.
Things that used to be easy to do often become extremely difficult for various reasons.
It is impossible to pick up treasures when going out.
This is the obstacle of luck.
The Emperor Soul of the Origin of the Galaxy returned, and Tang Xuan breathed slightly.
Fighting three people in a row!
Even using the power of the Emperor Soul, it was indeed a heavy consumption!
"Next one, who!"
After recovering slightly, Tang Xuan started the challenge again.
At this time!
Ao Wuxin stood up and flew in front of Tang Xuan.
He did not draw his sword, but knelt on one knee with a solemn expression.
"Ao Wuxin... admit defeat!"
As soon as these five words came out, everyone was in an uproar.
"Oh my god, Ao Wuxin took the initiative to admit defeat, what's going on? Is he scared?"
"Idiot, you don't know yet, Ao Wuxin was saved by the Tang family's prince, and he has long been a follower of the prince! Isn't it normal to admit defeat!"
"Hiss, even a peerless genius like Ao Wuxin succumbed to the feet of the prince!"
Ao Wuxin admitted defeat, and the fate of the fourth throne also fell into Tang Xuan's hands.
The battle for the nine thrones has also been more than halfway.
Under the watchful eyes of the crowd, Yu Qinghuan, who represented the dynasty, stood up.
Her straight and slender legs, like ivory, were put together and fit tightly.
Her proud figure was set off by the armor, and her curves were exquisite.
Yu Qinghuan's red lips moved slightly, and she shouted two words that shocked everyone.
"Master!"
