Tian Yuan

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan was wearing a dark blue brocade robe, with dark hair tied up in a crown, and he was as handsome as an immortal.

In the deepest part of this area, only Chen Qingyuan is left alone.

Although I don’t know what happened specifically, the terrifying storm shocked everyone and they fled outside like crazy.

Except for a very few, tens of thousands of monks were injured and panicked.

There is a suffocating sense of oppression, as if you are in hell, with countless soul-stirring scythes hanging above your head, which may fall at any time, thus harvesting your life.

"escape!"

Panic sounded from every corner, and fear lingered in the hearts of many monks.

If you are lucky, you can run into an ancient palace, get the protection of the palace's laws, and escape.

Those who are not destined to take refuge have no choice but to leave the emperor's tomb.

Marquis Yunan's murderous intention condensed into a boundless fire, covering thousands of miles.

Facing the overwhelming power, Chen Qingyuan remained as motionless as a mountain, with only his robes dancing and floating in the clouds, like a picture that did not resemble what the human world should have.

"He wants to fight Yu Nanhou."

Although they were far apart, Li Jinzhou vaguely felt the fighting spirit coming from Chen Qingyuan and understood his intentions.

"After all, this kid is new to the Divine Bridge. Even if his combat power is incredible, it is still limited. It would be a bit reckless to compete with the sculpture of Marquis Yu Nan."

Kong was dressed in black robes and had a stern look on his face. Ask yourself, if you were in the same situation as Chen Qingyuan, you would never make this choice. You should run as far as you can.

A warrior who can be recognized by Emperor Taiwei, even if this stone sculpture is only one-third of the strength of the original statue, still possesses the terrifying power of the quasi-emperor realm.

When he first entered Shenqiao, he resisted the quasi-emperor.

It's outrageous when you think about it. At least in Sora's knowledge, almost no one can do it.

The gap in realm between them can no longer be described as a natural chasm.

"He is a person who cannot be judged by common sense."

Situ Lin knew Chen Qingyuan very well, and even waited deliberately before to guide him on the path. He drank a cup of real fairy brew and saved many years of hard work.

"From the moment he stepped into the Divine Bridge, he had already cut off the shackles of the order of the avenue. With the power of two steps from the Divine Bridge, he can compete with Marquis Yunan. In my opinion, I can give it a try."

Situ Lin looked calm and was not frightened by the scene in front of him. Also, a being like him, who created nine volumes of the Heavenly Book and peered into the taboos of the Great Dao, would not be too surprised by a warrior.

Staring at Chen Qingyuan's back is like looking at a beautiful work of art, an ancient painting that has never appeared in the world. It is addictive and amazing.

"When I met Chen Qingyuan before, there was still a long way to go before the Shenqiao. Breaking the bottleneck was not easy. I never thought that he would reach this point in just a few decades."

Kong firmly believed that he did not make a mistake in his judgment, and something must have happened midway, which caused Chen Qingyuan to save at least a thousand years of hard training. Turning to look at Situ Lin beside him, his eyes were deep and his tone was low: "Did you intervene?"

"It's not an intervention, it just dispelled some of the fog ahead for him. The final success was due to his own luck and strength."

Situ Lin admitted.

"Fellow Taoist has good skills, why don't you give me some guidance?"

Sora's words seemed serious, but also seemed like a joke.

"This junior has little ability, how dare he lead the way for you?"

Maybe it was because they had just met each other not long ago, but Situ Lin didn't want to be implicated in too much karma, so he raised his hand as a courtesy and declined.

Kong smiled slightly, said nothing, and turned his attention to the front.

Li Jinzhou took a deep look at Situ Lin and became very interested in this man.

However, the most important thing at hand is of course Chen Qingyuan and Yu Nanhou.

"boom--"

Deep in the palace, violent power swept out, and the sound of laws exploding and the void collapsing shook the heavens and the earth.

"Chong"

An invisible sword wave slashed towards Chen Qingyuan's face, the sharp edge was enough to destroy a star.

"clang"

A transparent arc barrier appeared in front of Chen Qingyuan, blocking the sword wave without any damage.

"The land of the law of chaos is difficult to use." Chen Qingyuan really wanted to compete with the legendary Marquis Yunan. Even if it was just a sculpture, it still contained some of his charm: "I would like to use the Bai Jue sword in my hand to learn from the general. ability."

The sword in his hand is called Qixing Baijue.

The Zongzong Sword of Daoyi Academy, the best Taoist weapon, second only to the quasi-emperor weapon.

Chen Qingyuan rarely used this sword. Today, in order to show respect for Yu Nanhou, he used the sword to fight with all his strength.

"kill!"

The obsession of Yu Nanhou melted into the stone sculpture is to guard the emperor's tomb forever and not let anyone disturb the emperor's eternal sleep.

Violators will be killed without mercy.

While alive, the final general is willing to share the worries of the king, guard the mountains and rivers, and consolidate the royal capital.

After death, he will be by the king's side and eliminate all troubles.

Among the seven princes, only one, Yunanhou, is a woman.

She was able to inherit the position of Marquis of Yunan not because she received special care and charity, but because of her own efforts, she was selected from countless examiners.

She has loved the emperor since she was a child, but she also knows that she is not qualified to be by his side.

My only wish is to guard the emperor's mausoleum, not to feel lonely and lonely, and not to lose that original intention due to the passage of time.

On the contrary, before his death, Marquis Yunan's will to persevere did not decrease but increased. He integrated his Tao Fruit into the stone sculpture, as if giving life to the stone sculpture and giving it a certain consciousness.

"Whoops——"

Thousands of sword lights came in like a tide, and their target was clearly Chen Qingyuan, who was standing in the middle of the road.

"Zheng"

Without any panic, Chen Qingyuan raised his sword, and hundreds of millions of sword lights pierced the sky. It was like a white mist suddenly appeared, covering the entire battlefield. Circles of waves shook in all directions, creating ripples. , causing the heaven and earth to shake and the void to twist.

A stone sword and a seven-star white sword.

The sword tips were still one foot away from touching, but they couldn't move forward another half inch. Because the sword power of both sides surged like a tsunami, invisible waves of power clashed in every corner of the space, and the sound of clanging echoed through the sky and shook the ground.

A scene of the stars hanging upside down suddenly appeared. It turned out that Marquis Yunan had changed his moves. He thought of thousands of shadows and hid himself in the stars. It was unknown which one was his true body.

The monstrous sword intent surged out from the upside-down galaxy, one after another, as if there was no end to it.

At this time, Chen Qingyuan took a step forward, and the nine suns shone together, reflecting the stars.

If you don’t look for that figure to be Yu Nanhou’s true body, everything you see and the shadow you see should be destroyed with a sword.

He raised the sword and swung it. The movement seemed slow, but it showed a strange phenomenon of time and space.

In an instant, thousands of white rainbows not only shattered the covering power of the galaxy, but also pierced the shadows of Marquis Yu Nan in all directions.