As the Heaven-Slaying Banquet approaches, many disciples from several major veins gather at the foot of Tianbei Mountain.

Although there are still half a year left, the cities under Tianbei Mountain are already crowded, and many top-notch people are coming, and the restaurant is the most lively place.

People from all kinds of veins are better in restaurants, and the top geniuses in the sea of ​​stars are their topics of conversation after drinking.

"This year's Heavenly Banquet is so lively." In a vast city at the foot of Tianbei Mountain, someone smiled and said, "This place is even more majestic than a dynasty place. At this time, someone looked up and saw a huge thunder dragon flying by in the sky. There were several young men and girls standing above, all of whom were proud and arrogant.

"It's a person from the Zi Lei Dynasty. The person I'm doing is Zi Feng, a genius from the Zi Lei lineage. After practicing for forty years, he has a top-level defeated emperor. He is only one step away from becoming the king." One person said with a smile when he was drinking.

"Well, Zi Feng is really amazing. This time, it should be fine to enter the top 100." Others nodded, but his words caused many people to frown: "Only a genius like Zi Feng can enter the top 10. Brother, you are a bit exaggerated? A genius like Zi Feng should be fine to enter the top 10."

"Is it exaggerating?" the man smiled disconcerted, with a look of longing in his eyes: "Have you forgotten those nine people?"

"Nine people?" Someone frowned, but after a moment, the man paused again, "Oh, I forgot, now, there should be eleven people."

"Son of Destiny." The man smiled again, and many people seemed to remember something, showing seriousness: "Yes, they will also participate in this Tianchang Banquet. In that case, Zifeng's top ten will really not be able to enter."

"What son of destiny?" asked curiously by someone who didn't know.

"The Son of Destiny, the most outstanding genius in Xinghai for fifty years, are all disciples of the Tai Elder of Tianbei Mountain. The nine people before, now there are Lin Daoyan, Beiming Killing Tian, ​​a total of eleven people, and are called the Son of Destiny of the Star Sea. Rumor has it that eleven of them represent the fate of the entire Star Sea in the future. The fate of the Star Sea is in their hands. This is the Son of Destiny!"

"So exaggerated?" Everyone in the restaurant was shocked. Eleven people represent the fate of the entire Xinghai in the future. It sounded a little exaggerated.

"It's not an exaggeration. These eleven people have their own strengths, are extremely talented, and are invincible in the same realm. Crossing the border and killing people is like a joke. The country is so beautiful, but they are always at the forefront and leading an era. Is such a person really impossible to say that he will change the fate of the Star Sea?" The man laughed wildly: "Don't forget the dust of a person back then, and he did not change the fate of the Star Sea?"

When it comes to Mo Wangchen, countless people sucked in air. If Mo Wangchen was the son of destiny, then this rumor is credible.

"Son of Destiny, the strongest eleven people in the Star Sea? Haha." A sneer suddenly came from the restaurant, attracting many gazes. He spoke before and looked in the sound. He saw a young man in white sitting there. His eyes turned blood, with a terrifying demon shadow behind him, and a demon wolf next to him.

"Demon Sect, Wang Feng?" Someone immediately recognized Wang Feng. In the past year, Wang Feng was very famous. He first became famous from the Beiming Dynasty, and then joined Xiaolang and killed many people from the other two dynasties. However, the Heavenly Emperor Sect was there, and the two dynasties could only bear it.

"Zhang Feng, what does your laughter mean? Did I say it wrong?"

"Wrong? Of course, I was wrong. On the road of the emperor, my senior brother turned into the leader of the Heavenly Emperor Sect and suppressed Beiming Shatian in three battles. He was much stronger than Beiming Shatian, but he was forced to death by the Beiming Emperor. He was worthy of being called the son of Heavenly Destiny?" Wangfeng said coldly.

"Chu Yan did show his performance in the battle of Emperor Road, but so what? He was a dead man after all, and the two of them had no choice but to win or lose in three battles. Now, Bei Ming killed Tian Zhijun, even if Chu Yan is alive, he will be defeated." The young man said dissatisfied.

When he heard the young man's words, Wang Feng's heart hurt again. His senior brother never came back, and the little wolf also made a whimpering sound.

"Looking at the wind, you are here. Today is your death!" At this moment, a terrible power came outside the restaurant. A group of people walked in the distance, all of whom were from the Purple Thunder Dynasty, with strong murderous intentions.

"Is a group of trashed wine bags from Zi Lei coming to die again? It seems that I still don't have enough people to kill you, and I don't have a memory." Wangfeng Demon Wings spread out and sneered.

"Kill him!" Since Bei Ming was destroyed, the Purple Thunder Dynasty has been harassed by Wang Feng and Xiaolang. Even the descendants of the emperor have died countless times. Now they meet at the foot of Tianbei Mountain and are about to fight to the decisive battle.

"Purple Thunder Dynasty, my children of the Demon Sect are not something you can kill at will." The people from the Purple Thunder Dynasty descended, and there were people from the Demon Sect in the sky immediately.

"Demon Sect, you can't protect him today!" A king from the Purple Thunder Dynasty roared angrily.

But the next moment, the space was twisted, and a young man stood up. He held a dragon spear and was good at the power of space, standing side by side with Wang Feng. As soon as he looked up, a cold light appeared in his eyes.

When they saw the young man, the people from the Purple Thunder Dynasty became alert.

"Purple Thunder Dynasty, do you want to die?" Ye Xun pointed at the spear, his voice was plain and his eyes were cold: "Get out of here, otherwise tomorrow, my Heavenly Emperor Sect will go to your Purple Thunder Dynasty."

The corners of the Zi Lei Dynasty's mouths twitched, but they did not dare to act rashly anymore. Ye Xun appeared, which means that the powerful man from the Heavenly Emperor Sect was nearby.

Zi Feng was on the purple thunder dragon, and he looked at Wang Feng: "You'd better not go at the Heavenly Banquet."

"I will take your life myself." Wang Feng said coldly. After becoming a demon, his temperament changed a lot. When he got angry, he was entangled with demon shadows.

The talents of the Purple Thunder Dynasty retreated again, and others were still scared. This time, the Heavenly Banquet would be very lively.

"Wangfeng, do you have to participate in this Heaven-Saving Banquet?" Meng Jun frowned. After Chu Yan's incident, the Demon Sect was targeted. It's okay. Only people who have been in the Heaven-Saving Banquet can participate in it and kill people. Once Wangfeng participates in the competition, there will be a crisis.

"That should have been my senior brother's stage. He is not here, I will serve him." Wang Feng's eyes were determined, and he must go to the Heavenly Banquet.

Meng Jun sighed. He wanted Ye Xun to persuade Wang Feng, but Ye Xun was even more crazy than him. If it weren't for the Demon Sect's intervention and stopping him, Ye Xun would probably have taken the Heavenly Emperor Sect to attack the other two dynasties long ago.

"A group of madmen!" Meng Jun had no choice but to curse helplessly.

Chu Yan still doesn't know about the Heavenly Banquet. Now he has realized the truth of the ruins of the ancient times and practices for no Jiazi. Three months are even more like a blink of an eye. When Chu Yan enters a state of selflessness, time passes quickly and it passes in a flash.

Three months later, a terrible storm formed outside Chu Yan's body. The soul and bloodlines bloomed above him, all of which were dazzling. The three bloodlines were extremely vague, and they meant to blend together.

The next moment, Chu Yan's three bloodlines merged and turned into a terrible true meaning.

"Is this the ultimate state of existence of bloodlines? The true meaning of bloodlines?"

Chu Yan was delighted in his heart. He actually realized that his bloodline was not independent at this moment, but was perfectly integrated with himself, his magical powers, life souls, and his powers could carry sword sounds, and at a rapid speed, he could splash out terrible power.

"The so-called bloodline means to practice separately first, and finally merge, turn into one, and become a unique force?" Chu Yan was extremely surprised, and then he couldn't wait to practice with the true meaning of bloodline. Then, his sword technique became stronger, and his sword technique was no longer a single fast or terrible force, but a rapid force.

"Now that all bloodlines have reached the true meaning, they should be considered qualified, and they will be short of breaking through the realm." Chu Yan thought, and then he began to practice again, and the Tianxing Juechen Classic was running thousands of times, breathing in spiritual energy.

He was surprised to find that after comprehension of the true meaning of the bloodline, his realm breakthrough was extremely smooth, without any shackles, and it was natural.

The emperor's light came from the sky. When Chu Yan opened his eyes, a terrifying strange light shot out, and then the corner of his mouth raised: "Have you done it for three months?"

"Swoosh!" At this moment, the space in front of Chu Yan was twisted, and the thought of the Great Saint of Xutian appeared, looking at Chu Yan, nodding.

"Senior, are the talents of juniors okay?" Chu Yan was a little proud. After all, if it weren't for the extreme breakthrough, he wouldn't dare to think about this kind of thing.

"It's okay. This is not a difficult task. I'll give you three months and you'll be a fool. You'll only have one or two days. If it were that girl, it would probably take a few hours. You're still too stupid."

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Chu Yan was furious. He dared to swear that if this immortal old man had the power of a saint, he would have taken action now and beat him up first.

Lao Budhi was definitely intentional, so Chu Yan simply didn't care about it. Now he is the ninth level of the emperor, and he is considered the top emperor of heaven.

When he was in the dust, the Emperor of Heaven was already the supreme being. He didn't dare to think about it at all. Now he has reached this level. The next step is to break the emperor and come out to the king's realm.

"Okay, since you have already broken through, I can promise you something, and then get out of here. Don't disturb me from being quiet." The Great Sage Xutian said unhappily, and Chu Yan's eyes lit up. Although it was not very pleasant to get along with this old immortal in the True Ancient Ruins, he would not miss the advantage.

Then he thought of the Demon Forging the Immortal Art. He originally controlled an evil demon to come to the world, but it was not a demon body and could not be used. The Demon Forging the Immortal Art can shape the demon body and switch with himself. It is just that practicing this Immortal Art requires more than one demon king. If the Demon Saint is, it should be better?

Thinking of this, Chu Yan spoke: "Senior, I have an immortal technique in my hand. I want to practice, but I can't understand it thoroughly. I hope you can help me."

"Take it and see." The ancients said calmly. Chu Yan took out the bamboo slips for the magic fairy technique. After sweeping the ancients' thoughts, he snorted coldly: "Can't understand thoroughly? Do you want the corpse of this saint?"

"Uh..." Chu Yan laughed dryly, but the next moment, his eyes turned cold. He saw that the ancients thoughts were like this. The bamboo slips in his hand suddenly ignited a terrible magic fire, which did not allow Chu Yan to react at all, and turned into a piece of powder in an instant.

"Senior, what is this?" Chu Yan was really angry when the Demon Forging Fairy Art was destroyed and said coldly: "Even if you don't want to help, there is no need to destroy my Fairy Art, right?"

"What is the use of such a useless method? Practicing is a waste of time, so it is better to destroy it." However, the ancients said very calmly: "Do you want a demon body?"

Chu Yan remained silent, and was still a little unhappy. The ancients didn't say anything nonsense when they saw this. He waved his arm and a broken light flashed in the void.

Chu Yan looked up and saw the light, and his pupils immediately frowned.
Chapter completed!