Tian Yuan

The attack was so swift and violent that it was unexpected.

Exploring the air, it was like an eagle locking its prey, so fast that it was invisible to the naked eye.

The crazy old man immediately put away the weird smile on his face, feeling extremely solemn, as if he were facing a powerful enemy, and the smell of extreme danger hit his face.

"clang"

As soon as the golden light appeared, a dark golden circular mirror floated above the crazy old man's head, bursting out with powerful power and blocking Chen Qingyuan's attack.

Chen Qingyuan had no intention of suppressing the crazy old man with one blow, so he cast the spell again without changing his expression. The right hand carved Tao patterns in the void, and the threads merged into the sea of ​​clouds.

The next moment, the space where the crazy old man was was imprisoned, and thousands of runes were reflected, some large and some small, flickering.

"Don't be affected, retreat!"

"Who is this old guy? Doesn't he know the terror of Your Majesty?"

"You actually want to eat Chen Qingyuan's meat. You don't want to, but you still say it to your face. There's something wrong with your brain!"

"He's delirious!"

Everyone didn't want to get involved and quickly retreated away, for fear of being implicated and causing trouble for themselves.

The crazy old man really didn't have a good brain, otherwise he wouldn't have done such a thing. The origin of this guy is unknown, and only one-seventh of his soul remains in his body. He is sometimes awake and sometimes crazy.

"Boom!"

After imprisoning the void, Chen Qingyuan slapped a palm from the air.

The giant palm fell, covering a vast area, and under the palm was the crazy old man.

The terrifying pressure fell from the sky, forcing the crazy old man to lose his balance and fall rapidly. The bones in his body made a "creaking" sound, and the dark gold mirror he controlled buzzed.

There is Buddhist rhyme overflowing from the palm, as if it is accompanied by the whisper of an ancient Buddha.

"Buddhism's Great Merciful Palm!"

The strong men recognized it at a glance, their hearts trembled, and they were shocked.

"If I were there, could I stop it?"

Some old people from the ancient tribe could not help but think of this when they felt the power of the palm spreading over them, and quickly came up with an accurate answer, which they couldn't resist.

"Venerable Chen's strength seems to be stronger than that of the Battle of Lihai. It's obvious."

Not long after this, Chen Qingyuan's combat power has improved so much. If it were another thousand years, it would be okay.

Panic, uneasiness, regret, fear, etc., all kinds of emotions are intertwined together, lingering in the hearts of all the powerful people present.

"boom!"

Chen Qingyuan used another magical power, a finger of mysterious light, which penetrated the sky and reached his opponent.

Perhaps the terrifying coercion came over him, which made the old beggar less crazy. He became more awake and his eyes were clear. While resisting, he spoke and shouted: "You have something to say, please stop."

Even after hearing this, Chen Qingyuan still did not stop and continued to attack, each move becoming more fierce than the last.

In just over ten breaths, the crazy old man fell from the sky and was pressed onto the white jade platform. Because the imperial pattern power is everywhere here, the collision of the two laws will not have much impact.

Even the ground only trembled slightly, leaving at most a few footprints.

Moreover, if the residual power of the battle wants to spread too far, it will be blocked by palace restrictions everywhere and turn into nothingness.

"If you want to eat my flesh, then show some real skills."

Chen Qingyuan's momentum is still rising. He doesn't care about the background and identity of the crazy old man. His attitude is indifferent, and there is even a trace of murderous intent in his eyes.

"I just had something wrong with my mind. Please don't take it seriously. To express my apology, I would like to offer you a gift."

As he said that, the crazy old man took out a top-quality holy object that had lost more than half of its aura. It was dug out of an unknown deep pit and looked similar to a magic pestle.

"This thing has lost a lot of its charm, and it feels awkward to give it to me."

Chen Qingyuan sneered.

After a contest of more than ten moves, Chen Qingyuan probably tested out the strength of the crazy old man. He did not intend to continue playing around and was ready to end the matter as soon as possible.

This old man is in a state of confusion and has limited strength.

Now that we have a grudge, we must eradicate it without leaving any future troubles.

With one thought, thousands of swords condensed.

The right hands are pointed together to form a sword, and the fingertips are pointed, the sword light pours out, destroying all laws.

"Boom!"

The swords of everyone outside the ancient palace in the tomb were summoned, and all the swords sounded like thunder.

The sword domain enveloped the crazy old man, and the sword intent gathered from all directions. Even though he used various ancient magical powers, he still could not withstand Chen Qingyuan's full attack.

"Susususu..."

The sword intent was like rain, flooding the place where the crazy old man stood.

Because the crazy old man's soul is incomplete, it is difficult to exert the true power of ancient magic and Taoist treasures.

The dark golden round mirror hanging above the head was shaky. The spiritual power was not delivered in time and the defense was insufficient. As a result, more sword light penetrated the protective barrier and fell on the crazy old man. His body was covered with scars and blood splattered.

"Be merciful!"

The crazy old man was in a state of confusion, his eyes filled with fear of death, and he shouted loudly.

"boom!"

The next moment, Chen Qingyuan's supreme sword intent exploded, and he was unwilling to save his life, lest it bring trouble to himself in the future.

In just a few breaths, the crazy old man was pierced by thousands of swords, and his flesh and mud flew away, leaving only a white skeleton.

After a while, the crazy old man's bones turned into powder, and his imperfect soul collapsed into pieces and was wiped into nothingness by the sword's will.

I don’t know how much hardship I endured before I had the opportunity to be reincarnated into a prosperous age. Because of a provocative word, the future was ruined. If he had known that this would be the result, the crazy old man would never dare to provoke Chen Qingyuan and run as far as he could.

Being confused is really harmful to others and yourself.

"Dead...dead."

The powerful men looked at this scene and were particularly shocked.

"One-sided crushing, killing a strong man whose strength is not weaker than ours in a snap."

The elders of the ancient clan shuddered, their eyes were full of fear, their lips were trembling slightly, and the cold sweat had soaked the lining.

"The power of your Majesty is like the day of the Battle of Lihai."

There was a lot of movement, and monks from all sides were leaning near the palace. Although they were not hurt by the remaining power, they were still shocked, trembling, and in awe.

After this battle, Chen Qingyuan was very careful and did not destroy the top-quality Sumeru Ring in the crazy old man's hand. There must be a lot of good things hidden in it, and it must not be wasted.

In addition, there is also the dark gold mirror, which seems to be of very good quality and worth collecting.

"call out"

He hooked his fingers and put the treasure in his bag.

Chen Qingyuan did not spend much effort and quickly removed the restrictions on the ring. He found that there were many resources inside, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

The most exciting thing is this dark golden mirror. I can study it carefully when I have time in the future.

"Everyone, let's talk about the important things about entering the core of the Emperor's Tomb!"

Chen Qingyuan shifted his gaze to the powerful men with a gentle smile.