Tian Yuan

The strange scene deep in the starry sky shocked countless monks.

Everyone who could see this scene was shocked and their hearts trembled.

Including Situ Lin, Sword God and others, their faces were also surprised, with layers of surprise shining in their eyes.

I thought Chen Qingyuan would try his best to escape, but unexpectedly he planned to fight to the end.

In the Battle of Lihai that year, Chen Qingyuan failed to use all his cards.

We are fighting with Marquis Yunan today. If we don't use all our strength, our lives may be in danger.

"What method is that?"

The well-informed group of powerful people didn't know what was going on. They were suspicious and dumbfounded.

"Your Majesty's foundation."

Some guys can guess a thing or two, but no matter how many things there are, they don't know.

"A very scary smell."

Everyone took a distant look at the scene of the Sea of ​​Reincarnation that looked like an evil eye. Their souls seemed to be leaving their bodies, extreme chills surged throughout their bodies, and their blood seemed to be frozen.

Chen Qingyuan's body became much burlier, some parts of his clothes were torn apart, a few scales appeared on his skin, and a layer of Daoyun glow flowed outside his body.

There is a huge golden lotus under his feet, surrounded by many Taoist lotuses. Wisps of mist float up, making his body appear and disappear, adding to the mystery, like a fairy coming to earth.

"Does he have dragon power in him?"

A few powerful people caught this weird aura fluctuation, and their expressions were even more startled, and they extremely suspected that they had made a mistake in their judgment.

"It's really a dragon's power, this aura is even stronger."

An old man from the ancient tribe spoke in a loud voice with extremely sure eyes.

"Could it be that Venerable Chen has the blood of the dragon clan flowing in his body? This... is impossible! There is no record of this in the history books!"

The heroes were shocked, and for a moment they forgot why Chen Qingyuan could unleash such terrifying pressure, and all their attention was focused on Long Wei.

"No...it can't be! If your Majesty is really connected with our Dragon Clan, why have you never talked about it before?"

The most confused people are none other than the True Dragon Ancient Clan. Once this matter is confirmed, it is equivalent to Chen Qingyuan being the ancestor of the Dragon Clan. If the Dragon Clan has made Chen Qingyuan an enemy several times, wouldn't it be deceiving his master and destroying his ancestors?

Thinking of this, a group of old men from the Dragon Clan turned pale with fright and were at a loss, unable to tell the difference between east, west, and north.

"It is really possible that the contemporary Dragon Lord and Venerable Chen have an irreversible relationship. It is most likely because they are connected by blood. But why didn't the Dragon Clan notice it for so long?"

Countless powerful men were discussing, and the surprise in their hearts could no longer be described in words.

The old men of the Dragon Clan were as stupid as a tree, and their knowledge was completely blank.

After being seriously injured in the past year, Chen Qingyuan went to the Tianyuan restricted area, took a section of the Dragon Emperor's bone, and fused it into his own body, becoming part of his foundation.

Now that his combat power has been fully unleashed, all his trump cards have been revealed, and there is no way to hide it, so naturally he cannot suppress his original dragon power.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

After a few breaths, some of the weaker dragon clan members could not withstand the supreme dragon power spreading from the depths of the starry sky. They prostrated with lowered eyebrows and trembled all over.

The kneecaps of the ancestors of the Dragon Clan were also trembling, their expressions were frightened, and they wanted to kowtow.

The power of the emperor's bones, suppressed by blood.

That is to say, Chen Qingyuan deliberately hid it before, otherwise it would not be difficult to control the True Dragon Clan.

Under the evil eye of the Sea of ​​Reincarnation, there is a shadow of a giant dragon swimming.

On the left side of the dragon, hundreds of stars are connected, which is majestic.

On the right side of the giant dragon, there is a sea of ​​red mist and many strange shadows.

Below, Chen Qingyuan stands with a golden lotus on his feet and a sword in his hand.

The burly figure, the boiling blood, the pupils with flowing runes, and the rhyme clinging to the skin.

There is obviously no change in the realm of cultivation, but the power that explodes has been significantly improved compared to before.

"Then let's try my own limit!"

Chen Qingyuan regarded Yu Nanhou as a test, and pushed hard with his left hand to knock back the stone sword that had been chopped down.

Then he kicked off his right foot and killed quickly. The golden lotus under his feet burst into pieces and turned into countless rays of golden light that rippled in all directions.

"Danglang"

The two swords struck together, causing thousands of thunderbolts to roar.

"Zheng!"

Yu Nanhou's offensive became more and more fierce. He exchanged more than ten moves in a row. He found an opportunity and used two things at once. While controlling the stone sword to fight with Chen Qingyuan, he transformed into thousands of phantoms and took advantage of the situation to sneak to the left. The punch came.

The punch is extremely powerful, capable of destroying the heavens and the earth, and punching through the void for millions of miles.

The divine light surged out, extremely dazzling.

Many powerful people were watching, horrified, knowing that if they were on the battlefield, even if they used all their trump cards, they might not be able to survive the punch from Marquis Yunan.

However, Chen Qingyuan was not afraid at all. He let go of his right hand, controlled the sword with his thoughts, and let the two swords fight independently. Then he turned around to face Marquis Yu Nan, who was coming from the left, and fist-bumped.

"Boom!"

The majestic power is like a volcano erupting, the laws of order collapse in chaos, and the visions manifested deep in the starry sky are distorted and deformed.

Time and space are confused, and there are countless figures.

The eyes of those watching the battle were blurred and they could not see the real scene.

"boom"

Chen Qingyuan's fist bones made a crisp sound, and a very conspicuous groove appeared on Yu Nanhou's stone fist.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The two men fought until the sky was dark and the starry sky was turbulent.

Fragments of mysterious laws are floating in every corner of the battlefield, filled with endless killing intent.

Two swords are fighting, magical powers are fighting, fists are clashing, and the powers of visions are blending and repelling each other.

At this level, even many powerful Shenqiao experts could no longer see the specific situation of the battle in the starry sky.

Chen Qingyuan's bones were broken a lot, but they repaired themselves in a very short period of time. As long as the source is not harmed, everything is a trivial matter.

"No...incredible."

"This is your true strength. Obviously, a lot of it has been retained from the Battle of Lihai in the past. It's a small test."

"He has just stepped into the Divine Bridge! In this era, who can compete with him?"

"Originally, I doubted the authenticity of the ancient war. After all, it is too ridiculous to suppress the emperor's corpse with a mortal body. Now that I have seen your majesty with my own eyes, I have to believe it. The difference between people is really big."

"There are millions of stars in the sky, but he is the brightest."

The prosperous age is coming, and there are countless geniuses, like stars blooming with dazzling brilliance.

In the eyes of the world, Chen Qingyuan's star is the most conspicuous, and its light is so strong that it scares countless monsters.

Not to mention that I don't have the courage to follow in his footsteps.

"kill!"

Chen Qingyuan's roar seemed to hit the souls of many people, making those people tremble and become even more frightened.

The two fought for another half an hour. A deep wound appeared on Chen Qingyuan's chest, and blood slowly flowed out.

Marquis Yunan was holding a broken stone sword, and his power was still there.

At this moment, that place far away in the depths of the old land was covered with thick red mist, and the chaotic laws of time were wandering around.

"Ugh!"

A sigh fell, hiding infinite sadness.