Chapter 1617 Monarch Art
Chapter 1617: Monarch Art Chapter 1617: Monarch Art Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation There were already sages who had created the nirvana realm, using the nirvana transformation to increase one’s potential. The nirvana realm after the path-returning realm would greatly boost one’s potential each time. The old antiques in the universe called this realm the second foundation establishment realm! All the super forces in the universe focused on recruiting nirvana realm cultivators with outstanding performance. The nirvana realm, also known as the second foundation establishment realm, was crucial to every cultivator’s future!
Flynn Yin stood on the main peak and looked at the primordial chaos banished immortal. He said slowly, “Your talent is not bad.
Master is about to return.
If you are willing to submit and serve Master, your future will be boundless!” “Humph!” The primordial chaos banished immortal wore a ghost mask and responded disdainfully. The banished immortals were created by Braydon Neal! They wanted to make Braydon a slave? Flynn must be crazy!
“Son of Heaven’s Combat Technique, Nine Reversal Strikes!” The primordial chaos banished immortal took a step forward and said slowly. The banished immortal used the Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes! He took a step forward, and his body trembled slightly. His face turned pale, and blood flowed from the corner of his lips! In this state, using the Son of Heaven’s Nine Strikes, his body would have to bear nine times the burden!
Blood flowed from the corner of the primordial chaos banished immortal’s lips, but five figures still appeared behind him.
The nine strikes could not be completely unleashed. Only five were summoned! But that was enough! At the same time, the five of them stood in the sky. They raised their hands, and all of them were eternals. Behind them, five Primordial Chaos Dharma Idols appeared.
Flynn’s pupils constricted, and he retreated in horror.
He was a person from 30,000 years ago. Today, he was revived! He seemed to have recognized the Son of Heaven’s combat technique! At this moment, Flynn said in fear, “The avatar is not like the avatar, and the main body is not like the main body.
One becomes nine, and the nine are one.
Who are you?” “I am the one who will kill you today!” The primordial chaos banished immortal was filled with killing intent.
“This is Monarch Art!” Flynn said in shock and anger. What was Monarch Art? Braydon and the others didn’t know. The primordial chaos banished immortal had already attacked.
The five figures returned to his body, and the aura of the primordial chaos banished immortal increased explosively. The five Dharma Idols behind him even stacked and entered the Dharma Idol behind the primordial chaos banished immortal.
“It’s the Monarch Art!
This is the Monarch Art!” Flynn said in horror. The Son of Heaven’s combat technique was called the Monarch Art?
The primordial chaos banished immortal did not want to listen to him. He punched out, and the Dharma Idol behind him punched out. The Ghost King Dharma Idol instantly collapsed.
In the face of life and death, Flynn burst forth with all his strength to meet the attack.
Bang! Flynn’s body, which was Gage Wyrick’s body, turned into a bloody mist. The ghost appeared again! Flynn turned around and ran without saying anything!
The dark soul fled and rushed to the bottom of the mountain.
Braydon opened his dual pupils and peered at the bottom of the mountain. The bottom of the mountain was in the Spirit Sea. Three thousand miles below the surface of the sea was the bottom of the mountain and also the bottom of the sea.
In the middle of the bottom was a hole. At the bottom of the mountain, white mist floated in the cold pond, and the cold light was chilling.
Drops of scarlet blood essence fell from the tip of the icicle and landed on the white bones. Water dripped onto the ground, making the quiet cold pond seem even stranger.
“Master!” Flynn, who had rushed over, cried out in horror.
“Master!
Help!” The calm white bones suddenly ignited, jumping three times as if alive. The nirvana fire seemed to have intelligence. The white bones began to absorb the drops of blood essence, which entered the bones and started growing flesh and blood. Below the ribs, fine red threads appeared—they were blood vessels.
Bone Flesh! Physical body reconstruction!
In just seven breaths, an extremely handsome youth lay quietly in the cold pond with his eyes closed, yet to wake up. He had black hair and looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old, but he had a tremendous power hidden within him. He was recovering!
After being sealed in ice for tens of thousands of years, how could it be so easy for a nirvana cultivator to return? Flynn came in and looked at the owner of the cold pond with excitement.
In just 15 minutes, a sky-high flame erupted from the cold pond. It was nirvana fire! Fire filled the world. The three main peaks of the Elysium instantly turned to ashes. The seawater within a radius of 10,000 miles evaporated, turning into rolling white fog that enveloped the area. The surrounding space distorted from the heat.
The handsome young man suddenly stood up. Not a single strand of nirvana fire clung to his body as he slowly withdrew it and walked out from the bottom of the sea.
“Master, you’re finally awake!
It’s been 30,000 years!” Flynn said excitedly.
The handsome youth, with a quiet demeanor, asked softly, “Where is this place?” “This is the Spirit Sea, Nurturing Ground No.
788,” Braydon replied, raising his hand to throw a white robe over.
“Nurturing grounds?” The handsome young man, now clad in white and looking even more striking, silently muttered about the nurturing ground, clearly surprised to be there.
“Master, it’s them.
They want to kill me and stop you from coming out.
The one wearing the smiling mask has the Monarch Art!” Flynn explained.
“Monarch Art!” The handsome youth, having just awakened, displayed killing intent at the mention of the ‘Monarch Art’. It was a formidable enemy from his past.
The primordial chaos banished immortal stood fearless, even before the nirvana realm cultivator.
“What is the Monarch Art?” Braydon asked softly.
“You don’t know the Monarch Art?” the handsome youth inquired.
“I only know the Son of Heaven’s combat techniques.
I don’t know what the Monarch Art is,” Braydon replied, shaking his head.
“30,000 years have passed.
It seeMonarch Art have already fallen, and a new successor has emerged,” the handsome young man remarked, his eyes dimming with a hint of loneliness.