"Hmph, how can you imagine my methods?" Aoyama Zhenjun said lightly: "Last night, I fought with Fang Xingjian Emperor and repelled him. I was worried that he would not dare to fight me. If he dared to come, it would be best.

And since I want to help you, it is naturally impossible to just restore your cultivation."

As he spoke, a mysterious and profound martial art emanated from the martial arts will of Master Qingshan and merged into the minds of the two present.

"This is my own peerless martial arts, four masters, two masters, and one destroyer. After you practice, you will naturally have the capital to compete with Fang Xingjian."

These four masters, two masters, and one destroyer are the peerless martial arts that Master Qingshan had exchanged from the system before. He once handed over to Tianyi and four masters and were able to temporarily compete with Fangxing Sword.

Now even Yimie taught the two princes that this move was to directly influence the microscopic world with macroscopic techniques. With one punch, the microscopic particles fluctuate and explode, annihilated everything in the energy decay, and each punch exerted the power of the Yang electronic cannon.

It is equivalent to a punch exerting a hundred times or a thousand times the power. As long as the skills continue to improve, the more microscopic particles and fluctuations are affected, the more powerful this boxing technique will be, and it can even be improved without limit.

This ultimate destructive martial art can even control the light incarnation of Fang Xingjian. Now, in order to avenge, Master Qingshan has taught all the two princes.

But if this is the case, it is still not enough.

Looking at the two princes who had closed their eyes and comprehended martial arts, Aoyama Zhenjun said coldly: "These two wastes are really useful? They have been defeated by Fang Xingjian so many times. I think even if I improve their strength for them, I can't help much."

With a chuckle, the witch of chaos, Ramia floated out like a burst of blue smoke, and said in the sight that only Master Qingshan could see: "These two are the prides of heaven selected by the timeline, and the protagonists of infinite luck.

Fang Xingjian defeated them many times, but they also forced their luck to a limit. The next battle they fought was the last battle. Either they died or Fang Xingjian would inevitably burst out with unprecedented strong luck.

For example now…”

As we spoke, the sky shone brightly, accompanied by the sings and music.

In the surprised gaze of Master Qingshan, countless lights even seemed to have life, and turned into small light people with wings, flying in the sky, falling down large patches of light spots, carrying an incomparable sacred aura.

Aoyama Masaru snorted coldly, "What a big show."

The next moment, a person covered with white light had fallen from the sky, stepping on the void, as if stepping on an invisible ladder, and wherever he passed, countless elves of light, rain of light, chants, and music came, as if the whole world was singing him and praising him.

Master Qingshan said lightly: "The person from the Holy See? The Son of the Holy See? Or the Dharma King?"

The witch of chaos laughed: "This is one of the three giants in the Holy See now. The leader in charge of the Heavenly Punishment and the extraordinary holy son."

True Lord Qingshan thought to himself: 'Are the extraordinary sect among the three great sects of the Holy See?'

The extraordinary saint was covered with rich light, and he floated an inch above the ground, as if he was disdainful to contact the earth. His eyes swept across the two princes and the True Lord of Qingshan, and there was no movement in his eyes, as if the three people in front of him were no different from anyone in the world.

And he only said one sentence from beginning to end.

"Fang Xingjian, you will definitely kill him."

After saying this, golden runes flashed in the void, turning into golden talisman belts, surrounding the three people present.

"Don't move." The witch of chaos, Ramia, stopped Aoyama's true Lord's resistance: "He is using white magic to help you bless your strength."

"Blessing the strength?" Aoyama Masaru looked unhappy: "He is very crazy."

The witch of chaos explained: "It's not pride, but not communication. In order to pursue the power of the God of Truth, this person poked his eyes at the age of ten, broke his ears at the age of twelve, pulled out his tongue at the age of fifteen, and at the age of eighteen, he asked the Dharma King to seal his sense of smell and touch.

And he did this just to better sense the existence of the God of Truth.

This is a completely madman. The time he communicates with people in a year can be calculated in seconds.

He said something like vibrating the air and making a sound before, which was already his limit.”

When Master Qingshan couldn't help but feel a sudden shock when he heard the experience of this extraordinary saint son. Although he did not admit it himself, he was already a madman.

But this extraordinary saint is more than ten times crazy than him? Without hearing, vision, smell, touch, taste, and all five senses are lost, this person can still practice and fight. What kind of willpower is this?

Just thinking about it, Master Qingshan felt a little scary.

The witch of chaos on the side sighed: "It is precisely because of such concentration that he has achieved the great achievements he has now."

"In the Truth Holy See, he is the one who masters the magic of truth, or the most white magic."

...

Three days later, in a small town in the south of the imperial capital.

Charlotte sat on the street boredly, watching the people coming and going merchants, farmers, and knights, with a hint of helplessness on his face: "I have never been able to find it. Could it be that the two Dharma Kings dared to come at the speed of light after the final ceremony began?"

"Even so, you have to keep a clone or report the news from your subordinates, otherwise how could you get such accurate news?"

But after a moment, a confident smile appeared on his face: "But after all, he is a god-level powerful man, and I had expected that he could not find them. But what I have done these days should have attracted their attention."

It turns out that although he did not find any clues about the Dharma Kings these days, he relied on his previous life experience to leave a secret mark of the Truth Holy See in the town, just to lead him out.

In the memory of his previous life, he was always hunted by the other party, and he was very familiar with the various markings and symbols of the Truth Holy See.

Just as he was thinking this way, he suddenly felt the darkness in front of him, and Charlotte had completely lost consciousness.

When he woke up, he was already sitting in a small dark room. A middle-aged man looked at him with a frost and said, "How do you know the codes and marks?"

Charlotte smiled: "Empire Emperor Alexander, he is preparing for the arrival of the evil god. Do you know this?"

The middle-aged man's face changed and he asked, "Who are you?"

"My master is Fang Xingjian. We want to contact you and prevent the ceremony from happening."

"Fang Xingjian? Is it the Fang Xingjian who is invincible with Alexander?" the middle-aged man frowned and said.

At the same time, he thought in his heart: "Now the civil strife in the Holy See, I am worried that there is not much power to stop the ceremony here. But if the Fangxing Sword is really as rumored, it can reduce a burden to us."

In this way, I can also pull out my hands and feet to fight against the people of the Wizards Association.’—
Chapter completed!