Tian Yuan

Scared?

it's not true.

A very small number of top-notch beings should be able to discover some clues.

"He's waiting."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Wait for an opportunity."

"Opportunity?"

The starry sky seemed to be pressing down and about to collapse.

Every corner of the Fuliuxing Domain has lost its former stable order; the laws are in chaos and the storms are turbulent.

Chen Qingyuan stared at the restricted area, motionless as a mountain.

The strong men from all sides watched intently and did not move an inch.

If you don't witness this kind of war with your own eyes, your trip to the world would be in vain.

The legendary Immortal Bone Forbidden Zone is so mysterious that even the emperor would have to take a detour when seeing it, which inspires both curiosity and awe.

Now, Chen Qingyuan is going to fight against the ancient forbidden area with his mortal body.

From the ancient beings to the young monks, all were watching with heavy expressions.

Time seems to go very slowly, making people feel extremely tormented.

Beihuang, a prosperous galaxy.

Fucheng.

The city built by King Tianyong was once located in the Chaos Sea. Later, as the times changed, it took root in the Northern Wilderness and became peaceful and stable.

A secret room at the end of the city has not been very quiet in recent days. The walls made of special materials are shaking violently due to a powerful law, and the shaking is getting more and more intense.

In the secret room, there was an old man with his upper body exposed. Although he was old, his muscles were strong and he looked powerful.

The old man's name is Lin Yuan, one of the world's top weapon refining masters.

Perhaps soon, the "one of" after the name will be removed.

In the center of the secret room, there was a huge furnace, with heat waves rolling and bombarding the walls continuously. If a ray of heat fell into the outside world, it might set off a storm, burning everything and destroying the world.

A weapon was floating on top of the furnace.

Silver-white spear!

That’s right, this thing is Chen Qingyuan’s natal Taoist weapon. It has followed him in his battles, and he fought his way to the Divine Bridge and touched the other side.

The treasure was damaged and fell into the mortal world.

Only today are there signs of complete recovery.

According to the original plan, in another hundred years or so, Lin Yuan will be able to repair the silver spear and restore its supreme glory from ancient times.

"The ancestral weapon is forged independently, my god!"

However, the situation suddenly changed and was beyond Lin Yuan's control.

Looking at the silver gun that was autonomously devouring all kinds of precious stone materials, Lin Yuan was dumbfounded.

The treasure may have a spirit, but it shouldn’t be so evil!

Lin Yuan had been forging precious weapons for most of his life, but this was the first time he encountered such a situation and he was at a loss.

"As expected of an ancestral weapon, it is indeed extraordinary."

After thinking for a long time, Lin Yuan came up with a more reasonable explanation.

So Lin Yuan freed his hands and stared blankly.

"clang--"

The purple-green hammer beside the furnace was summoned by the silver spear. It slowly rose up and began to strike a certain part of the spear body. The rays of light splashed, causing the precious stone to slowly blend into it.

Lin Yuan opened his eyes wide, like an apprentice, imprinting this scene in his mind. He would study it carefully in the future and would surely gain a lot.

......

If you want to give it your all, how can you do without a weapon that suits you?

Chen Qingyuan, who had forced his way to the eighth step of the Divine Bridge, was able to sense the location of the silver spear and establish contact with it.

Waiting for its return is the moment to officially step into the forbidden area of ​​​​Jinxue.

In the weapon refining chamber of Fucheng, the sound of every hammer strike seemed to condense into a prelude to the coming war, with a majestic momentum, sometimes like thousands of horses galloping, with the sound like thunder; sometimes like a drizzle, stretching for a long time.

"Boom! Boom! Boom..."

Every strike of the hammer would cause the silver spear to vibrate slightly, and then a mysterious power would spread out, causing hundreds or thousands of cracks to appear on the walls of the secret room.

The silver spear was anxious and only wanted to recover as soon as possible, accompany his master, and fight against the world again.

After about three years, most of the precious stones and materials in the furnace had been consumed.

With a "thump", the purple-green giant hammer fell to the ground, creating a small hole.

"Om-"

The silver spear vibrated faster and faster, and the power of the law forced Lin Yuan to retreat to a corner. He used various life-saving methods to barely keep steady and avoid being hurt.

"What's happening here?"

Lin Yuan knew nothing about the outside world. Therefore, he did not know the reason for the Silver Spear's agitation, and was terrified, thinking that he had made a mistake in the previous step, causing the spiritual rhythm of the ancestral weapon to be very turbulent and difficult to stabilize.

"Boom!"

With a loud bang, the power of the silver spear penetrated the secret room and blasted a huge hole.

"Wow—"

The powerful force rose into the sky, and the remaining force caused the huge city of Fucheng to tremble. Many residents collapsed to the ground because they could not withstand the sudden surge of power, their faces full of fear and screaming loudly.

"What is that?"

Many people looked up and saw the silver spear hanging high in the sky. They were terrified and their eyes hurt. They dared not look at it for long.

"Mr. Lin!"

Then, everyone saw Lin Yuan’s embarrassed figure coming out and called out to him.

"Is the ancestral device out of control?"

Lin Yuan couldn't figure out the reason, and was panicked and worried. He wanted to stop Zuqi and comfort him, but as soon as he stretched out his palm, he was shocked by the mysterious power and retreated a hundred feet, unable to get close.

"call out--"

The next moment, the silver spear turned into a stream of light and rushed rapidly towards the direction of the Jinxue restricted area.

It penetrated the endless void, and its speed was beyond the reach of countless cultivators, making it difficult to capture its trace.

At the same time, Fuliu Galaxy.

The forbidden area of ​​​​Jingxue.

Chen Qingyuan's heartstrings were slightly touched, and he knew why.

Then, a faint light imperceptible to ordinary people burst out from his eyes, as if coming from the underworld, revealing endless chill, faintly covering the icy rules of the forbidden area.

"kick"

With the whole world watching, Chen Qingyuan slowly took his left foot and stepped forward.

Seeing this, the heroes were shocked. The blood in their bodies seemed to have frozen, their hearts stopped beating, and their souls seemed to have left their bodies. No matter what means they used, they could not remain calm.

"Your Majesty, move!"

After such a long time, Chen Qingyuan finally took action. How could the powerful people from all sides who came to watch the fun not be excited?

"What secrets are hidden in this ancient forbidden area? Your Excellency, is this expedition a battle against the ancient laws, or some terrifying existence?"

Many people know very little about the information about the Sacral Bone Restricted Area and are not very clear about it.

"I still don't know why Your Excellency suddenly wants to attack the restricted area."

Only a few people know why.

"clatter"

Chen Qingyuan continued to move forward. Every step he took would cause the galaxy to shake and order to collapse.

Looking straight at the penalty area, ready to go.

Keeping the pace of moving forward and about to touch the outer area of ​​the Jinxue Forbidden Zone, an extremely terrifying force surged in from afar, penetrating billions of miles of galaxies and stirring the universe.

This strange silver-white light startled countless powerful people.

"Woo——"

A sound of an instrument, and countless afterimages.

Chen Qingyuan raised his right hand and clenched it slowly.

"Zheng——"

He raised his hand and grasped the silver spear.