Although the god in the flame flag of the Poison Saint was chased by Ye Tianchen with the "Holy Heaven Prison", due to its long existence and combat power, even if Ye Tianchen used his full power, it would be difficult to catch up. This god is still fresh in memory of the battle scene when the Poison Saint wanted to become an emperor back then, and he would never forget it. It truly witnessed the glory of a powerful man, but was only one step away from the last Poison Saint and did not become an emperor. He felt regretful. Everything seemed to be determined. Even if the Poison Saint sat cross-legged in the sky, fought against the people from all directions, killed the sky and the earth, and killed the mountains and seas of corpses and blood, he was eventually defeated by the young man holding the "Holy Heaven Prison". The young man was so powerful that he was incredible. The young man had the talent to shake the past and the present, which made people admire and admire!

The Poison Saint fought for more than four hours. Whether they had hatred or had no hatred, they fought to the death, trying to stop the Poison Saint from becoming an emperor and entering the realm of the cultivation of the emperor, because once the Poison Saint succeeded, at least for hundreds of thousands of years, it would be impossible for a second emperor to appear in this martial arts world. As long as the Poison Saint succeeded, those who are also strong and promiscuous sons of heaven will never have the hope of reaching the realm of the Emperor until the moment of transformation. They will be suppressed by the laws of the Poison Saint for the rest of their lives. This is more uncomfortable than death. As a martial arts practitioner, after going through three disasters and nine difficulties, they have given up too much and practiced. Who doesn’t want to become stronger? Who doesn’t want to live long? Who doesn’t want to reach the peak martial arts realm? If there is an immortal, you should seek it, and if there is a goal, you should pursue it. There is no reason, and there is no need for reasons!

Waves of strong men, one stronger than the other. After more than four hours of battle, the Poison Saint killed them all. He stood in the sky with a pale face, but his eyes were staring ahead like thunder and lightning. He knew that it was not over yet, the entire martial arts world was vast and boundless, and there were many unknown places. In these places, there were also powerful men and prides of heaven. They would not give up and would definitely come to stop themselves and kill themselves. He could not show fatigue and could not fall down yet. If he could not hold on to the end, he would fail and would never become a figure like a great emperor again.

boom!

With a loud bang, the sky shook. The Poison Saint looked coldly at the sky, and saw a young man with a Rubik's Cube cage hanging on his head, with his eyes extremely deep. Looking at the age of this young man, I am afraid that he was only about a hundred years old. In that period when the earth was still a prosperous era of cultivation, many people lived for thousands of years, but they could never reach the realm of the Emperor. A hundred years old was still very young for a martial artist. However, such a young man gave Poison Saint pressure that he had not had before. He was very powerful, with extremely deep eyes. He looked at Poison Saint coldly and said, "It is inevitable that there can only be one emperor in one world. Let's fight one!"

The Poison Saint glanced at the young man and was shocked. He could not see through the young man's cultivation. The young man was faintly shrouded in a mysterious aura, which was extremely powerful. Even if the Poison Saint activates the true power of martial arts with all his strength and explores it with his divine thoughts, he would not gain any gain. Who is this young man? It is so terrifying to have such a state of cultivation at such an age. The pride of heaven, the genius!

"Who are you?" The Poison Saint came back to his senses. At this time, he had to calm down. He was also a character. After surrounding this world for many years, he would naturally not be easily scared. What's more, he is already a person who has entered the realm of the Emperor with half his foot. He is superior in terms of combat power and understanding of anything.

"It doesn't matter who I am. There will be a battle between you and me. If you want to become the Great Emperor, I will defeat you. I will overcome the Emperor's tribulation and become the master of this world!" The young man said with his eyes fixed on the Poison Saint.

"What? What do you mean... are you able to overcome the Emperor's Tribulation now?" The Poison Saint couldn't help asking.

"Of course, otherwise I wouldn't have come here to fight you. The laws of this martial arts world are strange. It is impossible for two great emperors to be born, nor can they pass the tribulation at the same time. Only after one wins and one defeat can the winner pass the imperial tribulation with all his might and become an unparalleled emperor." The young man did not have any powerful murderous intent. He and the Poison Saint were not injustice or revenge, just because they were pursuing the same powerful peak realm, and they had to fight and decide a victory or defeat!

The Poison Saint nodded. Although this young man was young, his combat power was unfathomable, especially with a powerful and mysterious force. His eyes were filled with a breath that was not integrated with this world. He didn't know where he came from or who he was. However, the Poison Saint understood that this young man was probably the biggest obstacle on his way to become an emperor, and the strongest person he was waiting for. This battle would be unknown and destined to be tragic. If he wins, he can overcome the emperor's tribulation with all his might. If he loses, he may die, and he will not be able to reach the realm of the Emperor.

"Come on, the battle between you and me will determine who can become a great emperor in millions of years!" The Poison Saint roared, with a rainbow of momentum and a thunder and lightning, shaking the sky.

"Wait a minute!" the young man glanced at the Poison Sheng and said.

"Why? Are you scared? Or do you regret it?" Poison Sheng asked for a moment of fright.

"No, the path of the emperor is the ultimate pursuit of martial artists. No one will give up. Even if you die, you will have no regrets. I want to give you an hour to heal. In the past series of battles, you have been injured, and the martial arts power in your body is insufficient, so you cannot stand at the peak combat power level. This is very unfair to you for the battle between you and me!" said the young man seriously.

The Poison Saint frowned. Looking at the young man, he did not expect that this young man not only had a profound cultivation level, strong combat power, and unfathomable, but also had the confidence to fight fairly, but also had great righteousness. It was really rare.

The martial arts world is bloody and cruel, and the strong are prey on the weak. There is no rules or fairness at all. Only when the success, the king and the defeat, the winner has the right to speak. The loser has the end of both spirit and body. It is indeed very rare to have a righteous heart in such a world!

"No, I'm much older than you. Maybe you are a genius, but I won't lose to you!" The Poison Saint said as seriously as he looked at the young man.

"No, what I want is a fair battle. On the way to becoming an emperor, every martial artist has a chance and a chance to compete. This is my idea. If you cannot reach the subversive state of combat power now, you will definitely lose. This is unfair to you and an insult to me. Heal the wound, I'll wait!" After saying that, the young man sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, as if calming his mind.

The Poison Saint glanced at the young man and said nothing. He sat down cross-legged and began to use the mysterious skill to heal his wounds. As the young man said, in the battle ahead, he was challenged by one strong man after another, consumed too much martial arts power, and suffered some injuries. His combat power was indeed unable to reach the peak. This young man was unprecedentedly powerful, and I don’t know how strong it would be. Once the war begins, it will be something that life and death can only be stopped. Without a peak combat power, it will not work.

The Poison Saint was surprised. Unexpectedly, he had lived for more than two thousand years, had experienced too many battles, and had been practicing hard until now. He had only half his foot to the realm of the Emperor, and had the cultivation and combat power he had today. This young man who fell from the sky was only a hundred years old and had such unprecedented strength. Who was he? Where did he come from? What kind of inheritance is he from? What sect and which sect is he? Or is he a powerful and special physique? These are all what the Poison Saint wants to know.

An hour later, the Poison Saint opened his eyes and no longer had any fatigue on his face. He reached his realm. It only takes a moment to heal his wounds to repair himself with powerful mysterious skills and maintain a peak state. He stood up, held the Poison Saint Flame Flag Flag, looked at the young man not far away from the opposite side and said, "Come on, you and I will decide who will become the master of this martial arts world!"

"good!"

As soon as the word "good" was released, the young man had already jumped up and punched heavily in a special posture, slamming the Poison Saint. The Poison Saint frowned. The power of this punch was earth-shaking. When the young man waved his fist light, he could feel that the world was trembling, which was very terrifying.

Bang!

The Poison Saint fought back and slapped his five poison palms. A palm fell from the sky and suppressed the young man. The fist light from the young man was wrapped in it and did not hurt the Poison Saint. However, the young man's face was still deserted, and he flew up and arrived in front of the Poison Saint in an instant, and he also punched him.

Bang!

In one move, the Poison Saint and the young man both took three steps back. It seems that the combat power of the two people is equal. The real battle between the strong doesn't take too long. The winner can be decided in just a short moment. Therefore, when they have a real fight between the fist and palm, and they have not decided the winner, they all activate their treasures at the same time and have to launch the most powerful killing duel.

"The treasure weapon is too powerful. How can you and I fight in the starry sky? "The young man asked.

"Of course it's good!" The Poison Saint said strongly at this moment.
Chapter completed!