The Only Male Emperor in a Female-dominated World

Chapter 395: Defeat, No Divine Sword to Show Its Power

"Buddha Ghost Finger!"

Demonic energy and ghostly energy intertwined, and a black beam of light shot out from Chen Yanran's index finger, with enough power to destroy the world.

Even though they were a long distance apart, Chen Lingjun felt breathless and had to distance himself again.

"Is this the battle between the powerful Heavenly Saint Realm masters?"

The scarlet claw light and the black light column collided and consumed each other, and the broken space could not heal for a long time.

The two women looked at each other, both wanting to kill each other and become their mortal enemy, and in the blink of an eye they started fighting.

The speed was too fast, and even the Sky-Seeing Pupil could only see a vague trace.

Tong Yusa grabbed two mountains and smashed them hard at the opponent, hiding her body between them.

This trick of covering one's ears and stealing the bell naturally could not be hidden from Chen Yanran, who directly took out the Ten Thousand Ghosts Banner and released countless wronged souls.

The densely packed souls of the wronged blocked out the sky and it was impossible to count them.

Roar!

The Ten Thousand Ghosts Pagoda Banner is the Shadow Clan's most precious treasure. Tong Yusa is well aware of its power and does not dare to continue wasting it.

The blood field unfolds, temporarily dragging all the wronged souls into the blood pool.

Chen Yanran’s demonic energy was overwhelming, and the Yellow Springs Realm also emerged.

There were piles of bones inside and countless wronged souls wandering around, just like a scene from hell.

Because the domain was transformed by the laws of heaven and could not be detected by the Sky-Seeing Pupil, Chen Lingjun could not see the battle scene.

I saw the blood mist and black mist quickly merge together, and demonic energy filled the air.

The two women fought from the sky to the ground, and from the ground back to the sky. The battle was very fierce.

Wherever it passed, the yellow sand was instantly shaken into powder.

Chen Lingjun was extremely anxious and wanted to help but didn't know where to start.

I'm afraid that if I get close I'll be killed by the aftermath, which would be more trouble than help.

Ten days and ten nights passed, and the fighting continued.

The area within a hundred miles is filled with boiling magma and has become a barren land.

Clang!

A crisp sound resounded throughout the world, and a splash of blood splattered in the air.

The field dissipated, Chen Yanran's hair was disheveled, her cold face was extremely pale, and a hideous wound ran through her back, which was shocking.

"Hehehe, Chen Yanran, after all, I am still more skilled than you."

Tong Yusa's red hair fluttered as she laughed out loud.

I couldn't help but admire the fact that an ant from the lower world actually possessed such strength.

"Chen Yanran, as long as you swear an oath to the Heavenly Dao and pledge your loyalty to me forever, I will let you and my disciple go. How do you think?"

Chen Yanran wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth and snorted coldly: "Humph, wishful thinking, you just rely on your tortoise shell, ridiculous."

The two fought for thousands of rounds, but each time her attack was blocked by the opponent's armor.

No matter whether it is demonic energy or ghostly energy, it cannot hurt him in the slightest.

Although she is powerful, she does not have any decent high-level magical weapon except the Ghost Banner.

"Magic weapons are also part of strength. Just accept your death. Your disciple will take good care of you."

Seeing that there was no hope of recruiting him, Tong Yusa prepared to cut the weeds completely.

With such terrifying strength and talent, he will definitely be a huge threat to the Shadow Clan in the future.

Didn’t the elders of the tribe say that the people in the lower world are a group of natives? Why are they all more perverted than the other?

Previously there was the Demon Emperor Hu Ling, and then there was the Palace Master of the Divine King Palace Wen Birou.

Now there is another Chen Yanran, and each of them is a peerless genius who will laugh at the eternal glory.

Chen Lingjun heard the conversation between the two and took out the Juewu Divine Sword and threw it over.

"Master, take the sword!"

Chen Yanran had complete trust in her disciple, and she dodged and took the Juewu Divine Sword in her hand.

Suddenly, a chill that penetrated into the bone marrow spread from his right hand throughout his body.

When the sword was opened, the black and white blade exuded a biting coldness under the sunlight.

Just one look at it makes my eyes ache.

"What a sword!"

Chen Yanran drew out her sword, which shone with a cold light.

Tong Yusha's pupils shrank. She felt a fatal threat from the Juewu Divine Sword and had the urge to run away.

Not daring to be careless at all, he used all his strength to activate his armor for defense.

"Haha, prepare to die."

With the magic sword in hand, Chen Yanran took the initiative to attack, determined to avenge the bloody claws just now.

Wow!

The next second, the armor that the Shadow Clan was so proud of was easily torn apart like paper.

Tong Yusa was unable to dodge and was stabbed in the lower abdomen, bleeding profusely.

"what!"

She was suddenly horrified and condensed a thousand-meter-tall blood man to stand in front of her.

"Where to run."

Because she didn't know any sword moves, Chen Yanran could only use basic chopping movements.

But with the blessing of demonic energy, it is still extremely powerful.

The ten thousand meter long bloody man was cut into two halves in an instant, and the five fingers of Tong Yusha's right hand were neatly cut off, leaving the wound as smooth as a mirror.

"Damn, what kind of ghost sword is this?"

Tong Yusa cursed inwardly and thought about running away.

She has a bright future in the fairy world, and doesn't want to die here.

"The Secret Art of Blood Escape!"

His body melted into thousands of streaks of blood and quickly fled in all directions.

The speed is so fast that it is jaw-dropping.

Chen Yanran casually killed dozens of essences and blood, but to no avail.

"Hmph, you can run fast."

After seeing that there was no danger, Chen Lingjun flew forward and asked with concern: "Master, you are injured, are you okay?"

"It's okay, it's just a minor injury, just rest for a few days."

Chen Yanran's expression was indifferent, but the sweat on her forehead betrayed her. She was a typical stubborn person.

"This place is full of dangers, let's leave first."

"it is good."

Taking out the Lengtianxu Boat, the two flew into it and headed towards the human territory.

……

In the endless abyss, Tong Yusa fell from the sky in a mess, with no trace of blood on her face.

For some reason the wound wouldn't stop healing, it was bleeding all the way and it was extremely painful.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?"

Tong Yufeng's figure appeared in the air, his face full of concern. He quickly supported the man's arm and brought him back to the palace.

After receiving the report from her subordinates, the female commander rushed to the scene.

If Tong Yusa died here, it would be a terrible thing.

"What a loser, he can't even beat an ant from the lower realm."

When they arrived at the hall, Tong Yusa had fallen into a coma, her hands and feet were cold, and she was not far from dying.

"Cousin, please save my sister."

Tong Yufeng is a weak character, his eyes were red.

"Don't worry, cousin. I'll do my best."

Without having time to comfort the handsome man, she hurriedly leaned over to check his injuries, her brows furrowed.

"What a domineering sword spirit."

The reason why the situation is so serious is because of the sword intent remaining in the wound.

The sword intent is endless, everlasting, domineering and sharp.

She had lived for most of her life and had never seen such a terrifying sword intent, which was even more exaggerated than that of the sword-cultivating elders in the clan.

As long as the sword is there, the wound will never heal and death is only a matter of time.

"Come here, immediately prepare 100,000 portions of blood essence from boys and girls to open the passage and send the fourth princess back to her clan to recover."

"As ordered!"

Tong Yufeng was shocked. He didn't expect that even his cousin was helpless.

"Cousin, is Fourth Sister's injury so serious?"

The female leader nodded and said, "The sword power left in my cousin's wound is extremely terrifying, unheard of, so I asked the elders of the clan to treat her."

After a while, the sacrificial ceremony was over, and the passage connecting the immortal and mortal worlds slowly opened.

"Xiao Fan, what do you want? Didn't I warn you not to open the passage unless it's absolutely necessary?"

At the end of the passage, a middle-aged woman's majestic voice came.

The female commander knelt on one knee with a respectful attitude.

"Mother, my fourth cousin is seriously injured and in critical condition. I have no other choice but to open the passage."

"No one in the underworld can hurt her. Are you kidding me as a mother?"

The middle-aged woman's voice was cold and chilling.

"I dare not lie to my mother. I will send my cousin over to you and you will know what is going on."

The female commander was immediately frightened and hurriedly explained.

"Then send the person over here."

She breathed a sigh of relief and placed the unconscious Tong Yusa in the passage.

Tong Yusa's body slowly floated into the passage and soon disappeared into the darkness.

"Okay, let's close the passage. It will be very bad if the guardian of the realm finds out."

The middle-aged woman's voice gradually faded away.

"I send you off respectfully, mother!"

The female commander said with full respect.

As the passage was closed, everything returned to calm.

"Cousin, will Fourth Sister be okay?"

Tong Yufeng's pretty face was full of worry.

"Don't worry, cousin. The elders of the clan are here and everything will be fine. I'm here for you, too."

The female commander walked forward and, under the pretext of concern, hugged him in her arms.

She had been coveting him since she was in the upper realm. Now that the troublesome person has finally left, it would be easy for her to win the heart of the beauty.

"Ah."

Tong Yufeng is well-known for his weak character in the Shadow Clan. He dared not struggle even when he realized something was wrong.

……

In the attic on the third floor of Lengtianxuzhou, Chen Yanran took off her black skirt, revealing her smooth jade-like back, and lay quietly on the bed.

Chen Lingjun took a bath towel and carefully cleaned the blood stains.

Three hideous claw wounds stretched from the shoulder to the waist, and the law of blood lingered for a long time, surrounding the wounds.

"Does it hurt?"

Chen Yanran stroked her obedient disciple's white and tender thighs, and felt the pain instantly eased a lot.

"It's okay. I'm used to it."

She had suffered more serious injuries than this along the way and had nearly lost her life several times.

It's just a minor claw injury, nothing to worry about.

"I have a way to heal the injury quickly."

Chen Lingjun smiled, "Master, do you want to try it?"

"Oh? What's the method? Tell me about it."

According to common sense, being hurt by the laws will only cause the laws to gradually dissipate.

Or find a monk who practices the same law and remove the law.

In addition, there are some rare spiritual plants and elixirs, which are very rare.

In order to save their belongings, most monks would choose to endure it, but the process would be painful.

"Nothing can be said, only action can be taken."

Chen Lingjun took off his clothes skillfully and sat behind him.

Feeling the surprising softness behind her, Chen Yanran reacted quickly and subconsciously turned around to take the initiative.

"Don't move, Master is still injured."

.........

Three months later, Lengtianxuzhou arrived at a primeval forest and stopped.

Two figures walked out of the flying boat, leisurely enjoying the beautiful scenery.

In fact, two days earlier, the wound on Chen Yanran's back had recovered with the treatment of massive amounts of Yang Yuan, and she had been living a happy life ever since then.

"The Xiantian Taoyuan Body is indeed worthy of its reputation. I didn't expect it to be able to dispel laws and recover from injuries."

Chen Yanran held her disciple in her arms and smiled.

"Well, maybe."

Chen Lingjun did not tell the truth. The fewer people knew about the Yongyang Divine Body, the better.

The two of them slowly headed for a nearby city, stopping to admire the beautiful scenery along the way.

During this period, Chen Yanran became interested in sex and proposed to feel the wildness of nature, but he righteously rejected her.