As a genius, I am the weakest in my family?

"What did you say?"

Tu Ang raised his eyebrows slightly and instantly appeared beside the young man in green shirt: "Tell me, what are you going to do?"

"I said, I want to kill someone."

"Kill people, what do you use to kill people?"

"With this life."

"With this life..."

Tu Ang's gaze fell on the young man in green. The sense of familiarity became stronger and stronger. However, when he observed the young man's origin, he was clearly a descendant of the ancient god clan, with thin Golden Crow blood flowing in his body, and even the Yin God exuded a dirty aura. There was no way he could be fake.

"I'm Chen Zhian. If possible, please, Brother Tu, open a hole for me. I want to carry the immortal coffin."

The words fell.

I saw a young man in green shirt slowly walking towards the battlefield.

As he took a step forward.

I saw a terrifying beam of light falling between heaven and earth.

The pillar of light was like the sea.

Instantly he was submerged in golden light.

at the same time.

His aura continued to rise, and he actually reached the Grandmaster realm in an instant. His face turned visibly paler, but his aura did not stop, and he climbed to the perfection of the Grandmaster realm in a matter of seconds.

And it is still rising.

Tu Ang looked at this scene, with a trace of confusion in his eyes.

This young man could actually draw the luck into his body. The vast luck came from the cracks created by the sword, from Zhulu Plain, from the Great Wilderness, wisp by wisp, one after another, and finally like a river into the sea, it turned into that terrifying pillar of light, which was madly pouring into the young man's body.

He finally understood what Chen Zhian wanted to do.

He finally understood what Chen Zhian meant by risking his life to kill, but he didn't think it could succeed.

Chen Zhian's body is simply unable to bear this terrifying power of luck, and he might even be torn into pieces in an instant after entering the holy realm.

Even if he doesn't die, he will at most have one chance to be killed with one sword.

And the power of a sword.

It is impossible to kill Lin Qinghe.

Those below the level of a saint are like ants. The existence of a saint is connected to the way of heaven. Only by completely severing its principles can it be killed. And in order to sever the principles, one must be a saint, and monsters built up with luck are definitely not comparable.

we can even say.

Even if the saint stood there quietly and let the grandmaster kill him, the grandmaster would be helpless.

"not enough!"

Chen Zhian looked up at the sky and let out a shrill roar.

At this time, Chen Zhian's long black hair had completely spread out, and his face was as pale as paper. Because his luck was too overbearing, his body was gradually crushed, and his eyes were bloodshot. However, a vast and powerful force was still madly pouring into him, and his momentum gradually rose to a terrifying level.

Already entered the holy realm!

"Huh? The fate of the Great Wilderness was struggling to survive. It didn't choose An Lan and Ye Qingtian, but chose such a little guy. Interesting."

On the sky, the shadow in the emperor's robe suddenly looked at Chen Zhian, with some surprise in his eyes, and he let out a long sigh.

"If it weren't for today and this place, I could have given you a break and even protected you for a while. Unfortunately, the battle for supremacy must begin today, and the Great Wilderness Saint must be commemorated. There can be no accidents, and there won't be any accidents."

The words fell.

I saw his imperial robe fluttering lightly, and a terrifying sword light flashed by, actually cutting the beam of light in half.

With one stroke of his sword, he cut off his luck.

Chen Zhian suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood. His rising momentum was suddenly blocked. Blood spurted out from his limbs and bones. He staggered and fell to the ground, and was seriously injured in an instant.

Chen Zhian looked up at the phantom of the emperor's robe.

Silently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, struggled to get up from the ground, and walked step by step towards the battlefield between Domoro and Nie Jiuyou.

The shadow of the emperor's robe did not stop.

When he waved his sleeves and cut off the luck bestowed on Chen Zhian, Chen Zhian was already a dead man. Given his status, he naturally would not bother with a dead man.

Instead, Tu Ang looked at Chen Zhian's back and spoke slowly: "Heaven wants to destroy the Great Wilderness. Everyone regards it as prey. It is no longer something that a saint can do. Please ask that person to come out of the mountain."

The phantom of the emperor's robe was just a projection of Huangfu. He killed Huang Dade before his real body arrived, and cut off the counterattack of Dahuang's luck with a single sword. He intervened in the competition on the battlefield of the Holy Realm, and no one could stop him except the one who descended.

Chen Zhian pretended not to hear and continued walking towards the battlefield.

At this time, he was covered in blood, and every step he took was extremely difficult. His body was even covered with cracks, as if it would explode into a pile of flesh and blood in the next moment.

"Damn you bastard, I'm on your pirate ship!"

Seeing that Chen Zhian was about to step into the killing zone where black and white intertwined, Tu Ang cursed in a low voice.

next moment.

The quasi-imperial spear of life and death suddenly emitted a bright light, and pierced into the battlefield like a terrifying arrow. Wherever it passed, all tangible matter was pierced by the spear, and a golden road was pierced in the realm where darkness and light devoured each other.

Tu Ang was sweating profusely and shouted to Chen Zhian, "Go quickly. This road won't last long. I'm willing to sacrifice my life to accompany you and make a bet to reach the top."

Tu Ang's move was indeed a gamble.

Although he regarded himself as a saint of the Great Wilderness, he did not have the laws of the Great Wilderness, nor did he have the luck of the Great Wilderness. He had wandered in this battlefield for a long time, and no saint had ever been so blind as to want to hunt him down.

Now he thrust out his spear.

He inserted himself between Domoro and Nie Jiuyou, taking the initiative to join the game and taking on part of the cause and effect for Dahuang.

All the saints in the Great Wilderness are about to die and wither away.

No matter who saw it, Tu Ang's action was an extremely stupid thing. Even a few saints looked at Tu Ang with strange eyes, and the Tao was pervasive, ready to make a move.

However, before they could move, a dragon roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

Then, a golden dragon of fortune appeared from the sky outside the crack. On the top of the golden dragon stood Li Chengan, who looked exhausted.

He stood outside the gap in a bright yellow robe, ignoring the shadow of the emperor's robe reflecting the Holy Ruins, and just looked at Chen Zhi and smiled: "I'm here..."

"I have been waiting for you."

Chen Zhian looked up at the dusty Li Chengan and suddenly laughed.

He laughed heartily.

This was followed by a cough like a broken drum.

Blood and broken organs spewed out of his mouth until there was nothing left to cough out. He slowly stood up and opened his arms.

Li Chengan was slightly startled.

Before he could react, he heard the golden dragon of luck under his feet let out an excited dragon roar.

The dragon swung its tail and plunged into the battlefield.

The phantom in the emperor's robe fixed his eyes, and was about to flick his sleeves to crush the golden dragon of luck, but he saw a flash of a knife suddenly appear in the ruins of the battlefield.

The knife light was pitch black, like a thin line.

But the moment the knife light appeared.

The sky, the earth, and everything suddenly became quiet.

It was as if time and space had stopped, and everything had turned into a motionless landscape painting.

In the landscape painting.

There was a young Taoist priest in tattered robes riding a cow to heaven.

The knife flashed from the young Taoist's hand.

Wherever the sword light reached, it was the shadow of the emperor's robe.

"Today, I, Chen Erniu, will slash the past, slash the future, and slash the Quasi-Emperor, cutting off a ray of hope for the Great Wilderness and celebrating the battle for supremacy in the world!"

Rumbling--

As Chen Erniu finished speaking, a roar suddenly sounded between heaven and earth.

The sky was angry and thunder rolled down from the sky.

He disagreed with Chen Erniu's pursuit of the truth and wanted to kill him on the road to becoming an emperor.

However, at the moment the thunder fell.

Suddenly, the sound of swords was heard in the sky. A moment later, twelve immortal swords emitting terrifying sword intent broke through the void and appeared on the battlefield, forming a killing formation to block the vast sea of thunder.

In the center of the sword formation, a Taoist monk wearing a purple Taoist robe and a Taoist crown stood with his hands behind his back, looking up at the sky: "Zhao Baiguan of Baiyujing is willing to kill the Quasi-Emperor, to celebrate the battle for supremacy in the world, and to cut off a ray of hope for the Great Wilderness!"