After 100,000 simulations, I am invincible in the past, present and future - Chapter 523
#523: Two big sign-ins!
“With my current cultivation, even if I don’t use the abilities of the three seven-color talents, I can still travel across the three thousand worlds, and even the invincible Saint can’t do anything to me.”
Chen Yuan looked at the Kunlun World with confidence, took a step, disappeared on the spot, landed in the central area of the Kunlun World, and found the Original Holy Land.
After Chen Yuan came to the vicinity of the Original Holy Land, he opened his spiritual sense to check whether the ancestor of the Original Holy Land had refreshed the sign-in.
Then, something that surprised Chen Yuan happened. In the Original Holy Land, two people refreshed the sign-in.
One was golden.
The other was seven colors.
On the head of the ancestor of the Original Holy Land, there was a golden sign-in, and the content of the sign-in was to kill him, and the task reward was a seven-color fragment.
As for the other person who refreshed the seven-color sign-in, Chen Yuan looked a little strange.
This person’s cultivation was only the seventh level of the Yin-Yang Realm.
The content of his seven-color sign-in task was to accept a disciple and guarantee that he would not die within ten years.
The task reward was actually a black fragment.
Although the seventh level of Yin-Yang Realm was not weak, in Chen Yuan’s eyes, it was good enough for such a small character to refresh a white sign-in, not to mention refreshing a seven-color sign-in.
For a moment, Chen Yuan felt that this little guy might be hiding some secrets.
“After accepting him as a disciple, he will not die within ten years. It is quite surprising that such a low difficulty can also get a black fragment.”
Chen Yuan muttered to himself.
Then, Chen Yuan took a step forward and sneaked into the Original Holy Land, intending to observe quietly.
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At this time, in the hall of the Original Holy Land, a young man supported his chin and sat in the position of the Original Holy Lord, looking down at the flat below, with a cold face and disdain in his eyes.
Next to the young man, the Original Holy Lord stood on the left with a flattering smile, and on the other side stood the Holy Maiden of the Original Holy Land.
“Tian Cang, you killed my parents and took my lover, I swear to kill you.”
Fang Ping stood in the center of the hall, looking angrily at the young man above, roaring.
He was extremely talented, had a Taoist body, was the son of the Original Holy Land, and had a close relationship with the daughter of the Original Holy Land. They both had the idea of becoming Taoist partners.
As a result, Tian Cang, the son of the Holy Land from the Tianming Holy Land, actually snatched his lover and humiliated him in such an occasion.
As a man, how could he endure such humiliation.
Hearing this, Tian Cang ignored him, his eyes full of disdain.
And the saint girl beside him was tangled in her heart, but she didn’t dare to say much.
Tianming Holy Land was the overlord of the Three Thousand Great Worlds, and she absolutely couldn’t resist.
Even if she knew that Tian Cang just wanted to play, she didn’t dare to resist, otherwise her own death would be a small matter, and it would be troublesome if it implicated the Original Holy Land.
“Fang Ping, you dare to disrespect the adults and even threaten to kill him, kneel down!”
At this time, before Tian Cang could say anything, the Origin Saint Lord couldn’t help but stand up and shouted, bursting out a breath of Tianling Realm momentum.
This breath of momentum directly pressed Fang Ping to his knees on the ground, bleeding from his mouth and nose.
Even if Tianjiao has pride, it is useless in the face of the absolute gap in strength, and he has to kneel down.
“Saint Lord, an outsider came here to humiliate my Origin Holy Land, not only are you not angry, but you flatter him, humiliate your own son, and send your daughter to him as a plaything. You are presumptuous to be a saint, and even more presumptuous to be the Saint Lord of the Origin Holy Land.”
Although Fang Ping was pressed to kneel on the ground, there was still a raging anger in his eyes, and he roared.
“Looking for death!”
Being humiliated by Fang Ping, the Saint Lord of the Origin Holy Land was furious and wanted to crush Fang Ping to death directly with his momentum.
“Original Holy Land, it’s really embarrassing. The dignified Holy Lord can’t even match the spirit of his own Holy Son.”
At this time, a laugh sounded, and the momentum of the Holy Lord of the Original Holy Land disappeared instantly and turned into nothingness.
Immediately afterwards, an even more terrifying momentum suddenly descended into the hall, pressing the monks of the Original Holy Land to reveal a horrified expression and forced to kneel on the ground.
Even the Holy Lord of the Original Holy Land, who had reached the third level of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, turned pale and knelt on the ground.
As for the Tiancang who was originally high above, his face was also purple, and his body involuntarily prostrated on the ground.
This is also the result of Chen Yuan’s extremely fine control of the pressure. Different people bear different pressures.
Otherwise, if Chen Yuan released the pressure without scruples, all the people below the Heavenly Spirit Realm would instantly turn into blood mist.
Even if it was a Saint of the Heavenly Spirit Realm, if his cultivation was lower, he would also be forced to kneel on the ground, or even die on the spot, without a large formation or a strong person blocking him.
At this time, the hidden guardian of the seventh level of the Heavenly Spirit Realm behind Tiancang also changed his face and appeared in front of everyone with a face full of horror.
“Senior, Tiancang is the descendant of Saint Tianming, please show mercy.”
After the guardian appeared, cold sweats ran down his face, and he was also about to be forced to kneel on the ground. He could only quickly bring up Tiancang’s background, hoping to scare Chen Yuan.
“Descendant of Saint Tianming? Haha, do you think this can suppress me?”
Chen Yuan sneered.
“If Saint Tianming comes in person, I may be a little bit afraid. A mere descendant also wants to scare me?”
As soon as he finished speaking, the pressure released by Chen Yuan on Tiancang’s guardian became even more terrifying, reaching a terrifying level.
Instantly, Tiancang’s protector turned extremely pale, and knelt on the ground with a thud, his body cracked and blood spurted out.
Seeing this scene, everyone present was horrified.
Even the ancestor of their original holy land might not have the ability to force a saint from the Tianming Holy Land to kneel on the ground with pressure.
It should be that even the ancestor probably didn’t have such ability.
At this moment, Tiancang felt humiliated. He had been smooth sailing since he was a child and was called a genius. It was believed that he would have the hope of entering the level of small perfection in the Tianling Realm in the future.
As a result, he was now directly pressed to his knees by a strong man who ran out of nowhere, like a dead dog, unable to move.
He swore in his heart that if he could leave here, he would definitely bring out his grandfather, the extreme saint, and crush this mysterious strong man to ashes.
However, Fang Ping’s reaction was the opposite of Tiancang.
Because he was no longer oppressed by the original saint, he was naturally relaxed and stood up naturally.
He was the only one standing there.
“Thank you for saving my life, senior.”
Fang Ping bowed deeply to the empty place and thanked him.
Chen Yuan appeared in front of Fang Ping silently and said with a smile: “Haha, you are not bad, little guy. Whether it is talent or character, you are excellent. I want to take you as my apprentice. What do you think?”