"Brother, we can't drag you down. It's important to climb to the hall, you can get on your own!"

The monkey said anxiously.

"Master, don't worry about us."

Jin Ling'er and others also spoke one after another, they could kill the gods, but facing so many old gods, they could see that they were all fighting power.

In this regard, they are still unable to compete with the Imperial Palace, and Chen Xiaoyao is a burden to take them.

"Then you guys, be careful."

Chen Xiaoyao pursed his lips, and he knew that going up by himself was the fastest way.

Leave all the seventh-grade divine rings to everyone.

Chen Xiaoyao's luck is overwhelming. After the battle of the Seventh Great Mountain, there were as many as six seventh-grade divine rings in Chen Xiaoyao's hands.

After all, Monkey and others were blessed by the seventh-grade divine ring, their combat power increased again.

Chen Xiaoyao incorporated the eighth-grade divine ring he had just obtained into his body, then soared into the sky and killed him directly.

At this time, the Xuanji Academy and his group flew up, but when they saw the seventh-grade divine rings flashing on monkeys and others, they almost vomited blood jealously.

In what situation, there are divine bones, plus almost all members of the seventh-grade divine rings?

What luck did these guys encounter in Shangxu Mountain?

At this time, above the giant mountain, Di Zhou was already far away.

Like Tongtian's side, he walked forward alone, Hu Yanzhuo, Jun Modi and others behind the palace.

Chen Xiaoyao's breath was fully opened, the blade was sharp, and the old gods retreated along the way.

“Buzz!”

At this moment, the light spot of the Lingxi bracelet on Chen Xiaoyao's wrist suddenly flashed.

"Guanyin!?"

Chen Xiaoyao's divine thoughts moved slightly, and this time he did not respond correctly.

Ye Guanyin's location has never moved since entering Shangxu Mountain, and is in the ancient hall on the top of the mountain.

No matter what, Chen Xiaoyao has to go up.

The road to the top of the mountain begins to gather at the peak of the Juyue.

Many powerful people from the Imperial Palace began to appear in front of Chen Xiaoyao.

They did not want to stop the later generations, but were trapped by the old gods.

However, Chen Xiaoyao caught up too quickly.

This made many immortal emperors in the imperial palace panic.

The first one to bear the brunt are those slightly weaker people such as Di Yueji.

Seeing Chen Xiaoyao coming up like a god of war behind them, the old god could not stop them, which made them tremble in their hearts.

Chen Xiaoyao, who was walking in the air, looked down and his indifferent eyes flashed slightly, without even speaking. Then his hands floated, and shocking divine power swept out.

boom!

The waves like overwhelming seas were suppressed, and Di Yueji and others were dragged out of the giant mountain without even having a chance to breathe, without knowing life and death.

Chen Xiaoyao didn't even want to waste a little time for such a person.

Chen Xiaoyao is still chasing.

On the way, the Immortal Emperors of the Imperial Palace were either destroyed, seriously injured, and then killed by the old gods, and in short, they all fell down one after another.

Finally, Chen Xiaoyao's figure appeared on Hu Yanzhuo's head.

Feeling Chen Xiaoyao's cold gaze, Hu Yanzhuo suddenly raised his eyes, but saw Chen Xiaoyao looking down at him coldly.

"Chen, Chen Xiaoyao!"

Hu Yanzhuo was shocked. Although there was a strange fire on his body, his blood seemed to have solidified at this time.

"Hmph, you escaped before the Seventh Great Mountain. Now, it's damn!"

Chen Xiaoyao snorted coldly, and the divine power of the sky gathered into a single point of view.

Before, he was no match for Chen Xiaoyao, but now he has even more disadvantages.

boom!

The giant mountain seemed to be shaken by the explosion.

But when Jun Modi turned around, he found that among the old gods, there was only an imperial fire, slowly rising.

That was the imperial fire in Hu Yanzhuo's body.

Hu Yanzhuo was actually destroyed by Chen Xiaoyao with one finger!

The imperial fire slowly extinguished, indicating that the second genius of the Star Immortal Palace fell!

"Junior brother! No!"

That lord Modi roared.

But Chen Xiaoyao's light flashed and soon appeared above his head.

"Don't hurry, next, it's you!"

Chen Xiaoyao sneered.

Jun Modi, the first in the Immortal Palace.

"I'll fight with you!"

Jun Modi's face was ferocious. He became famous at a young age and did not leave the imperial palace. No one knew his name in the heaven.

When did you suffer such humiliation?

Immediately, Emperor Jun Mo took action regardless of everything, and the dark star body on his body burned the light of the stars, the Tongtian Lingbao Flying Sword and Flying Sword, and rushed towards Chen Xiaoyao.

"Strike the stone with an egg!"

Chen Xiaoyao laughed at me, no matter what Jun Modi is, he is just struggling to death.

The imperial blade in Chen Xiaoyao's hand was raised high, and a sharp light fell, shattering everything.

The Flying Sword was shaken down, and Jun Modi was penetrated by divine power. Until he died, he couldn't believe that he would fall in the Shangxu Mountains.

He, the former number one genius in heaven, actually cut off the path of immortality like this.

"snort!"

He stretched out his hand and rolled up two spiritual treasures of heaven, and Chen Xiaoyao continued to go up the mountain.

At this time, he was getting closer and closer to the Emperor Day.

boom!

When Chen Xiaoyao killed the last Immortal Emperor in the Imperial Palace who was blocking him, he finally stepped onto the top of the mountain.

At this time, on the top of the mountain, Di Zhou and the last Immortal Emperor Elder of the Immortal Emperor were already in front of the hall.

Emperor Zhou stood in front of a stone tablet in front of the hall.

The word "Peng" is written on the stone tablet.

Emperor Zhou couldn't understand it and had no time to comprehend it. He immediately had a palm and fell on the stone tablet.

"stop!"

Chen Xiaoyao wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

The stone tablet shattered.

The hall began to tremble wildly, with the breath of divine power soaring into the sky, like a volcano erupting, rushing straight to the sky.

The divine power began to gather, and obviously the old god who was guarding the eighth giant mountain was about to appear.

Chen Xiaoyao cursed inwardly. Ye Guanyin was probably in the hall. Emperor Zhou was so reckless that he would hurt Ye Guanyin.

"father!"

Sure enough, the gate of the ancient hall opened at this time, and Ye Guanyin's voice sounded from it.

Chen Xiaoyao's divine eyes flashed, but he discovered that at this time the little girl was sitting cross-legged in the center of the hall, above her head, and the shocking face of the gods and ghosts floated, turning into a ray of light to protect her.

And behind her, an ancient god clan with golden wings blooming!

"Golden-winged, big roll?"

Chen Xiaoyao's pupils suddenly shrank.
Chapter completed!