Chapter 6129: The Divine Seedling among the Emperor's Seedlings

 The huge sound blade formed a transparent crescent blade, traversing the sky and slashing down thousands of paths. The power of this attack was amazing, shocking countless people.

 "The divine art of Qin Sect is too terrifying."

 Boom!

 However, this sound blade with sacred power suddenly stopped in front of Long Chen, and a big hand covered with stars grabbed it.

 "What?"

 Such a terrifying attack, Long Chen actually took it with his bare hands?

 Wei Wuqing's face changed. His attack contained the power of the divine way, and even the emperor of the third heaven would not dare to underestimate it.

 However, Long Chen just grabbed it casually, and actually blocked his proud magical power.

 "A group of grandsons pretending to be elegant, hypocritical hypocrites, beasts who take human lives lightly..."

 Long Chen's eyes were cold. Perhaps because of Zi Yan, Long Chen did not have a bad impression of Qin Sect at the beginning.

 But as he came into contact with Qin Sect, Long Chen found that there seemed to be few good people in Qin Sect except Liao Yuhuang.

 Now, after learning about the situation of the Heavenly Demon Harp from Qiankun Ding, and knowing that Zi Yan was wanted by the Qin Sect, and now she came to harm the First Demon Clan, if he came a step later, thinking of the unbearable consequences, Long Chen's eyes were cold.

 "...You all deserve to die."

 Long Chen's sword eyebrows were raised, and starlight surged above his five fingers.

 "Bang"

 with a loud bang, the sound blade was instantly crushed, and Long Chen's figure disappeared in the sky of divine light.

 "Not good"

 Wei Wuqing was shocked, the ancient harp in his hand trembled, the shadow of the ancestor behind him twisted, the whole ancient harp was shining with the light of the sky, and a huge shield enveloped him.

 Wei Wuqing lost his target and felt bad at the first time. He could not sense Long Chen's exact position and directly opened the defense without dead angles.

 "Bang"

 when the shield just condensed, a star fist hit the shield hard, and the shield exploded instantly.

 "Bang"

 and the moment the shield exploded, the ancient harp in Wei Wuqing's hand automatically protected its master and blocked in front of him, and the shield-breaking fist hit the ancient harp again.

 "Boom boom boom"

 the void behind Wei Wuqing shook, large ripples surged, and the whole person flew backwards.

 Wei Wuqing's face was full of horror. After being blocked by the shield, how could the power of this punch still be so terrifying?

 This punch shook his blood and qi, his throat felt sweet, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of blood.

 "Damn ant, it seems that I need to show some real skills to deal with you. Well, today I will let you die clearly." Wei Wuqing roared.

 "Buzz buzz buzz..."

 Flames rose from his body one after another. Every time a flame rose, his breath increased by a large amount. The violent imperial power surged wildly in all directions.

 "Boom boom boom..."

 Ripples spread wildly in all directions with Wei Wuqing as the center, madly washing the world.

 "The legendary existence, the divine seedling among the emperor's seedlings... has appeared." Someone's voice trembled.

 "What is that?" Someone exclaimed.

 "Among the Emperor's Seedlings, there is an extremely special kind of practitioner, one in ten thousand.

 They possess the most powerful spiritual blood, spiritual roots, and spiritual bones, and the power of the three is balanced.

 Using spiritual roots as seeds, spiritual blood as fertilizer, and spiritual bones as fields, they split the flame of the Emperor's Seedling and cultivate one Emperor's Seedling flame after another.

 Every time an Emperor's Seedling flame is condensed, the power of their Emperor's Flame will become stronger. The more Emperor's Flames they have, the more terrifying their power will be.

 The cultivation of the Divine Seedling is extremely demanding. In addition to having one's own innate conditions, it also requires a huge amount of acquired resource support, otherwise this path will not work at all."

 "One, two, three... Oh my God, he has eighteen Emperor's Flames." Someone counted the Emperor's Flames around Wei Wuqing and couldn't help but be shocked.

 "The resources consumed to cultivate these eighteen imperial flames are enough to cultivate thousands of emperor seedlings. This Wei Wuji is definitely not an ordinary person in the Qin Sect."

 "Boom"

 Just as people were discussing, there was a loud bang, and eighteen imperial flames flowed around Wei Wuqing, forming a huge fire ring. The aura of the eighteen imperial flames connected together, and his aura surged again.

 Although he was only a human emperor, his imperial aura fluctuations were almost equivalent to those of a strong man in the second level of the emperor.

 "Long Chen, you can rest in peace if you can die in my prime."

 Wei Wuqing's ancient zither stood upright in the void, looking down at Long Chen from a high position, looking like a king who was high above.

 However, Long Chen did not answer him, but just looked at him coldly, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

 "At this moment, even if I am a strong man in the third level of the emperor, I have the strength to fight. In front of me, you are just an ant." Wei Wuqing said with a grim smile.

 At this moment, he was not in a hurry to take action. He seemed to want to slowly appreciate the despair of Long Chen when he faced death.

 Unfortunately, there was no response on Long Chen's face. All he had was a cold killing intent.

 "Ancestors, quickly defeat the enemy and come to help Long Chen. His enemies are too powerful."

 The woman of the Shi Mo Clan who was holding Yue Xiaoqian prayed in her heart, and her face was full of anxiety.

 Today's Wei Wuqing is already comparable to a strong man in the third heaven of the Emperor. Such a strong man is so powerful that it makes people despair. Only the ancestors have the ability to turn the tide.

 The woman was trembling nervously, and because of her trembling, Yue Xiaoqian, who had fallen asleep in her arms, slowly opened her eyes.

 Her pale face finally regained a trace of blood color. Although her body was still weak, the trauma caused by overdraft had recovered a lot.

 "Saint Aunt, you are awake!"

 Seeing Yue Xiaoqian wake up, the woman shouted in surprise.

 Yue Xiaoqian woke up and hurriedly looked at Long Chen. When she saw Wei Wuqing in his prime, she couldn't help but shrink her pupils. She had never seen such a terrifying human emperor.

 "Long Chen..."

 Yue Xiaoqian's heart instantly rose to her throat.

 "Xiao Qian"

 Long Chen slowly turned around, looked at the still weak Yue Xiao Qian, and said in a deep voice:

 "Heart disease must be cured by heart medicine, blood debt must be repaid with blood, you have endured too much pain, today, I will return all the pain you have endured to them in front of you."

 "Long Chen..."

 Yue Xiao Qian bit her cherry lips tightly, thinking about being hunted for so many years after ascending to the fairyland, watching so many tribesmen die, and the future was bleak and hopeless. She felt like she was going to collapse.

 However, she was the saint of the Shi Mo tribe, shouldering the future of the entire tribe, she could only pretend to be strong, and she had to boost the morale of everyone even though she was powerless.

 Long Chen's words directly hit the weakest part of her heart, and she burst into tears. In this world, the only person who understood her best was Long Chen.

 "Stupid and arrogant, go to hell!"

 Seeing that Long Chen dared to turn his back to him and speak arrogantly, Wei Wuqing felt extremely humiliated. He roared, and the imperial flames rose. He pulled the strings of the guqin in his hand, and a huge arrow appeared on the guqin.

 "Huh"

 However, before the arrow was shot, Long Chen's figure appeared in front of him, and a big hand grabbed his wrist.

 "In order to wait for Xiaoqian to wake up, I gave you a few more breaths of life. Now, you can die."

 Long Chen roared, and the starlight around him surged. He exerted force with his big hand.

 "Puff"

 blood rained in the sky, and an arm was torn off by Long Chen.