Chapter 6140: Hundred Flame Divine Seedling

 "The secret method of the Purple Blood Clan? Humph, aren't you a descendant of the Nine Stars? At this point, you still don't want to use your ultimate move? You're simply courting death."

 Fan Ji sneered, glanced at the Emperor Mountain behind Long Chen, took a step forward, and on the spear, the silver light was shining brightly, and two giant dragons could be seen entwined.

 "Boom"

 The giant dragon roared, the silver spear whistled out, and the surging divine power shook the world.

 Are you a fucking idiot? Can't you see the battlefield behind me? Am I not willing to use my ultimate move? Why are all the sons of Burning Heaven a bunch of idiots.

 "Buzz"

 With the Dragon Bone Evil Moon in hand, the power of purple blood burst out, and purple runes appeared on the Dragon Bone Evil Moon.

 "Purple Moon Slash"

 Long Chen shouted, and slashed with a knife. This attack was the strongest move of the Lord of Shuangfeng Mountain.

 "Boom"

 The two divine weapons collided, and the silver divine light, like a sharp sword piercing through the sky, Long Chen groaned and flew out.

 "The power of purple blood is nothing more than that. If that's all you can do, you can die."

 Fan Ji sneered, and the silver spear passed through the void, step by step towards Long Chen. The void kept cracking because of his footsteps, and his momentum was comparable to that of a god.

 "After all, it's not something I have comprehended, and it doesn't belong to me. If I had used it, I would never be so embarrassed."

 Long Chen shook his head secretly in his heart. Although Long Chen was in Emperor Mountain, he had peeked at the magical powers of the entire clan, and every magical power could be used, but it was someone else's after all.

 He could use it, but the power was much worse than that of the original. The road of martial arts requires one step at a time, and even a step is not enough. Long Chen only has the result but not the process, and this gap is difficult to make up.

 "Boom..."

 The Emperor Mountain behind Long Chen kept shaking, and purple dragons flew out and circled around the Emperor Mountain. The vision of the Emperor Mountain was still being perfected.

 "Om"

 At this moment, Fan Ji had already arrived, and with a sweep of his spear, endless runes on the spear were surging, and each rune contained the power of faith that could destroy the world. In the runes

 , Long Chen saw the shadows of statues. Long Chen's heart was pounding. No wonder this divine weapon was so terrifying. It turned out that Fan Ji had his own source of faith.

 In other words, in the Brahma lineage, the Great Brahma allowed the son of Brahma to create his own branch of faith. For example, Fan Ji had a hundred statues for believers to worship. The

 power of faith obtained belonged to him personally, and the silver spear in Fan Ji's hand had tens of thousands of runes.

 This meant that he had tens of thousands of statues that were worshipped, and all the believers piled up into a tower, and he was the one standing on the top of the tower.

 "Since we can't win by quality, let's stack them with quantity."

 Long Chen snorted coldly, and his figure quickly retreated. Dragon Bone Evil Moon slashed forward and slashed three times in one breath.

 "Boom boom boom"

 three knife shadows were shattered by Fan Ji's gun, but Fan Ji's figure also stopped because of these three attacks.

 "The skills of ants, the strength of ants, ridiculous and boring.

 Well, it's time to let you see the true power of my Brahma lineage." Fan Ji sneered.

 "Boom"

 a loud bang, a statue appeared behind Fan Ji, followed by the vast imperial power radiating, and imperial flames rose one after another.

 The imperial flames were densely packed, and every time an imperial flame appeared, Fan Tiande's imperial power and divine power would increase by one level.

 "One hundred and three..."

 When Long Chen saw the number of imperial flames behind Fan Ji, he was finally moved. The strong man of the Painting Sect had said before that among the Divine Seedlings, a strong man with a hundred imperial flames was enough to kill him easily.

 Now, a strong man with more than a hundred imperial flames appeared. Not counting the surging divine power on his body, the imperial power alone was enough to crush countless strong men in the third level of the Emperor.

 "I won't bully you. I only use the power of Emperor Flame. If you can survive my ten moves, I will spare your life." Fan Ji stood in the sky, looking down at the earth, his face full of arrogance and wildness.

 "Om"

 The imperial flames around Fan Ji trembled, and more than a hundred imperial flames instantly merged into a golden fire ring. The violent imperial power swept out in all directions.

 "The first move, Lingfeng Piercing Cloud Stab."

 Fan Ji shouted coldly, and the silver spear shook violently, and the imperial flames rose. The spear turned into a phantom of thousands of miles and stabbed at Long Chen.

 "This attack is comparable to the attack of Yanling Sword Saint. The son of Fantian is indeed a bit of a trick, but it's just a bit of a trick."

 Long Chen snorted coldly, holding the Dragon Bone Evil Moon in his hand, and slashed diagonally, and a straight crescent shot out.

 The purple crescent, separated from the blade, actually drew a strange arc in the void, like a boomerang, and cut on the spear halfway.

 "Bang"

 The purple crescent exploded, and the spear just trembled slightly, still stabbing at Long Chen.

 At this time, Long Chen had already rushed forward, but he brushed past the spear and rushed straight to Fan Ji to kill.

 "You have some tricks, but in front of absolute strength, your tricks are meaningless."

 "The second move, Thunder Chasing Waves."

 Fan Ji snorted coldly, and his spear paused in the void. A ball of thunder light, with him as the core, spread rapidly in all directions.

 Obviously, he didn't want to give Long Chen a chance to get close. I don't know if he is not good at close combat, or he feels that being approached by someone like Long Chen is a blasphemy to him.

 Facing Fan Ji's move, Long Chen's face showed a trace of ridicule, and he opened his left hand and slapped it.

 Seeing that Long Chen dared to resist his attack with his bare hands, Fan Ji's face was full of ridicule. This attack, seemingly simple, actually contains endless dark energy. Once triggered, it is enough to kill any emperor three-level strongman.

 "Buzz"

 When Long Chen's big hand slapped on the thunder barrier, Long Chen's hand trembled violently, and the huge ball of thunder light trembled wildly. The

 explosion scene that Fan Ji expected did not appear. The huge ball of light shrank rapidly and turned into a fist-sized ball of light in Long Chen's hand in an instant.

 "What?"

 Fan Ji was finally moved. Long Chen actually absorbed his power.

 "Give it back to you,"

 Long Chen shouted, and the compressed ball of thunder flew out of his hand and instantly appeared in front of Fan Ji.

 "Bang,"

 Fan Ji swung the silver spear in his hand fiercely and smashed it on the ball of thunder. With a loud bang, he was shocked and retreated three steps.

 "Swish,"

 At the moment he retreated, Long Chen had already killed him, and the Dragon Bone Evil Moon slashed at him.

 "Bang,"

 Fan Ji resisted the attack of the thunder ball, and was not in a hurry. He turned his spear and blocked the Dragon Bone Evil Moon with the tail of the spear. He still had time to mock:

 "Insignificant..."

 "Pa,"

 What he didn't know was that Long Chen's knife was just a prelude to the next move. His left hand swung and slapped Fan Ji's arrogant face.

 "Bang,"

 Long Chen's slap had been accumulating power for a long time, and the power was extremely strong. Fan Ji's attention was focused on Long Chen's knife and his mocking mouth, but not on his face, so he was slapped away.

 "Great!"

 Long Chen finally slapped Fan Ji in the face and couldn't help but shouting excitedly. His biggest hobby was to slap his enemies in the face.

 Especially those arrogant and self-important guys. The more arrogant they were, the better it felt to slap them. It was even more fulfilling than killing them.

 "Long Chen!"

 The violent killing intent swept across the heavens, thousands of roars, the world changed color, the power of faith and the power of the emperor's flames ignited the whole world, and Fan Ji's roar resounded throughout the battlefield.