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Chapter eight hundred and sixty seventh gambling

Bai Zhao refused to slap him with one palm, which made people feel like time and space traveling.

Chen Weiming felt a blood rushing in front of him, as if boiling, and extremely uncomfortable. Everything on both sides turned into light and shadow, like lines disappearing very abstractly.

Then I felt a terrible force acting on my body, just as someone threw out a planet and hit him, even if he had the treasure to protect his body, he would feel like he was going to be crushed to pieces.

"ah!"

With a scream, the treasure and his figure disappeared in front of someone else. Lu Ya Daojun's aura soared into the sky and chased after him without hesitation. After a little hesitation, Kunlun Mirror abandoned Ji Hanyan and chased Chen Weiming.

"Master!"

Ji Hanyan exclaimed, struggling to chase after her, but she was refused to catch her by Bai Zhao and could not move forward at all.

This is the Supreme, this is the White Emperor... All the monks were shocked. Chen Weiming, who was in the treasure, could not do anything about the Hunyuan Emperor's all-out move, but Bai Zhao refused to use one success force and slapped him away directly.

Looking at his current appearance, he even suspected that he would not even have the power to succeed.

"Master!"

Ji Hanyan was anxious and cried loudly, which was hard to suppress.

Bai Zhao refused to touch her head: "Silly girl, why are you crying? He won't die. As for whether he can come back, it depends on him."

Looking at the two of them, the monks felt strange. If they hadn't seen everything before, they would have thought that they were master-apprentice relationships. At this time, the master was comforting his sad disciple.

Even though the voice was quite soft, how could Ji Hanyan feel pain? She just kept crying.

Seeing that comforting was useless, Bai Zhaojue seemed a little angry. He closed his smile, glanced at the monks around him, and said coldly: "It's all you are here, which scared my disciples to cry."

Without saying that, but already knowing the meaning, the monks dared not think too much. They said respectfully and left one after another. The moment the emperor appeared, they were all frightened and wanted to leave quickly. Now it was the opportunity.

But in the blink of an eye, he left no one left, leaving only Bai Zhaojue and Ji Hanyan.

On the other hand, Chen Weiming was attacked by palm force. Even though the Chaos Bell and Faith Armor were resolved, he seemed to be hit by a huge barbarian bull and could not stop at all.

It seemed that after dozens of centuries, and after only three or five days, the palm power on his body finally disappeared and his body stopped.

"Wow!"

With a whimper, he vomited blood from a big mouthful of blood. The true energy in his body was in chaos, like a burning fire, extremely painful. His meridians were broken by 80%, and movement became a problem.

This is the supreme, the real supreme. But once the success power is successful, it can be so terrible. Chen Weiming even felt that if it weren't for the vain to relieve Ji Hanyan and ensure that he did not die, this success power would be enough to take away his life.

In the Pangu axe seal, Chen Pan sighed lightly: "Do you understand the power of the Supreme? In my era, as strong as a three-foot sword, he was not the real opponent of the Supreme in the Hunyuan Emperor. Back then, I was also a treasure, practicing a variety of extraordinary magical powers, and the realm was the infinite perfect realm of the Hunyuan Emperor. I tried all my skills and had to defeat a supreme mastering the Taoist fruit after experiencing life and death."

"And all of my predecessors took all the power of heaven and earth, and only by taking one or two lives could one drag a person to death to become a supreme master. The supreme, the supreme venerable, is not a false reputation. Even though the Taoist pattern of fate is now separated from the world and there is no suppression of the Taoist pattern, the supreme master is still beyond ordinary monks to deal with it."

Chen Weiming half-kneeled in the void and did not move. He knew that Chen Pan's meaning of these words was aimed at certain ideas in his mind.

The first time I saw the Supreme was in the prehistoric star field, I did feel the terrible breath, but those Supremes were swept away by Li Qinglian with a sword, leaving no one left.

Later, I heard of the legend that Emperor Hunyuan could fight against the supreme, such as the sword tomb and Yang Jian.

I have a vast array of magical powers and have so many treasures, but I always feel that the Supreme is not a very despicable existence.

This is a kind of arrogant mentality, but it is impossible to change if you don’t feel it yourself. Even if you are convinced, you will not be convinced in your heart. Chen Pan knew this, so he never said it.

Recently, without saying anything, he also felt the horror of the Supreme. Not to mention being in the realm of the Immortal King, even if he reaches the realm of the Hunyuan Emperor, it is probably difficult to resist.

Three days... I remembered this bet, Chen Weiming was about to start, but as soon as he had an action, he caused the injury in his body. He spurted out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees in the void.

"Don't think about it!" Chen Pan said: "This kind of bet is unfair. Refusal can make you seriously injured and difficult to move, and it can also make you go to a distance that is so far away that you cannot return for three days."

"I once saw a story where a monkey disrupted the order of heaven and earth, no one could control it, and he thought he was the best in the world. A strong man bet on him, making the monkey smaller and standing in his palm. As long as he could fly out of his palm, the monkey would win."

"The monkey thought he would win, but he didn't know that when he stood in the palm of the strong man, he would lose. The palm had become a world. If he didn't break the world formation first, no matter how he flew, it wouldn't be possible to fly out of that palm. The situation in your case is actually the same."

Chen Weiming clenched his teeth and burst out blood: "Then why don't you remind me!"

"It's meaningless to remind you!" Chen Pan shook his head and looked into the distance. A huge figure flew over, and it was Daojun Lu Ya.

He paused for a moment and said, "This Bai Zhao Refusing is very interesting. After he appeared, he only looked at two people, one was Ji Hanyan and the other was you. For my brother, he didn't even look at it. This is very abnormal."

When the Supreme One sees the Supreme One, they are like the Supreme One. It is the king to the king, how could it not pay attention to each other? Lu Ya Daojun had no mind and naturally did not respond, but the Bai Zhaojue turned a blind eye to it, which was really strange.

"Also, if he has evil intentions, this palm can completely kill you. How could he give you a chance? In the future, Ji Hanyan would blame him for not saying that you died at the hands of others."

"But he didn't, he just said to hurt you. Ji Hanyan was extremely strong at that time, but after Bai Zhao refused to send a message to her, his attitude became soft. If I guessed well, I'm afraid that it would be for your life to exchange and make her no longer resist being his disciple."

"If you think about it carefully, it is not difficult to find that Bai Zhao refused this palm, not only to prevent you from saving Ji Hanyan, it has no substantial harm to you, but has also helped you."

"Along the way, I've been calculating the orientation and distance, if I'm right..."

"This palm not only lets you escape from the pursuit of the Yuxu Star monk, but also sends you to the place you want to go."

"This place should be not far from the Yellow River Star Domain!"
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