Tian Yuan

After more than 300,000 years, they faced each other again, and in a trance they returned to the past. The memories were particularly vivid.

Just the Six-Fingered Divine King was enough to make Chen Qingyuan feel overwhelmed and unable to break through.

Facing the bodies of six ancient emperors, his majesty was vast and boundless, and rolling strange phenomena covered the starry sky, presenting a fairy-like scene. Above the nine heavens, there seemed to be a phantom of a throne that could not be described in secular words, appearing and disappearing, revealing supreme majesty.

Chen Qingyuan was in agony every moment, and the pressure he was under was completely beyond the comprehension of the world.

The six emperors, in an attitude almost as strong as in their heyday, stood high above and examined Chen Qingyuan.

The invisible might was like billions of blades coming from all over the heavens and realms, and then fell on Chen Qingyuan's body and soul, slowly torturing him and causing him extreme pain.

The power of the Ancient Emperor alone was enough to slow down Chen Qingyuan's great Taoist body. His right hand, which was tightly gripping the silver spear, was restrained by a huge force, and it was extremely difficult to swing the spear.

"Om-"

The Buddha pattern spread to Chen Qingyuan's feet, and bursts of Buddhist sounds echoed throughout the battlefield and even in other galaxies.

"Roar--"

The dragon’s roar was like the whisper of an ancient god, striking directly at the souls of countless spectators, making them turn pale, tremble all over, and feel extremely terrified.

"This is a game of certain death. Even though Your Majesty is unrivaled and unique throughout the ages, you are ultimately not at the top of the avenue and cannot complete this journey that all the emperors have taken."

Countless powerful people seemed to have seen the scene of Chen Qingyuan being suppressed and felt extremely regretful.

"Dad!"

Yiyi's lips were trembling slightly, her face was pale and she looked anxious.

A trace of fear gradually appeared on her face. Her soul was like a mortal falling into the deep sea. It was pitch black all around her. The strong water pressure caused extreme pain in every part of her body. She was extremely suffocated and tortured.

When she thought that her father might die, Yiyi's emotions became more and more agitated and unstable. The Buddhist, demonic and Taoist powers in her body gradually became disordered and she was about to lose balance.

"quick"

Nangong Ge, who was nearby, noticed that something was not right with Yiyi, and immediately took action by snapping his fingers.

A beam of soft light penetrated into Yiyi's eyebrows and slowly soothed her.

"The outcome is uncertain, so don't get upset."

Nangong Ge had a solemn look on his face and told Yiyi not to lose her composure.

"Uncle, my father..."

Yiyi's Taoism mind was temporarily stabilized, her face was filled with worry, and she seemed to want to say something but stopped herself.

"believe him."

In fact, Nangong Ge, like everyone else, couldn't figure out how Chen Qingyuan would deal with this unprecedented killing situation.

There is no other way but to believe in this word.

Stay calm on the surface to appease the outstanding people from all sides.

Nangong Ge had a blank expression on his face, but he was extremely anxious in his heart.

Many ancient emperors were involved, and there was also the Immortal Bone Forbidden Zone. Even Nangong Ge, who was famous for his calculation method, could not figure out what the result would be.

If we judge only from what we see, Chen Qingyuan has no chance of survival.

At this point, even if Chen Qingyuan wanted to back down, he no longer had the chance.

Besides, he would never give up.

"Boss, can you win?"

In a galaxy near the battlefield, among the vast sea of ​​people, a young man in dark brocade clothes looked towards the battlefield with hopeful eyes and prayed silently.

The young man's name is Ye Yu, a member of the ancient Fire Spirit Clan. It can be said that he is the only follower recognized by Chen Qingyuan in this life.

When they first met, Chen Qingyuan wanted to find a stronger fighter who could handle all kinds of troubles in the future. Ye Yu, as a genius of the ancient clan, certainly did not agree.

After being beaten up many times, he reluctantly agreed.

Then, Ye Yu was gradually conquered by Chen Qingyuan's personal charm, and was willing to stand in opposition to the top leaders of the ancient clan.

However, due to various reasons, Ye Yu left Qingzong and went to various circles in the world to look for his own fortune. He worked hard to improve his strength and strive to become Chen Qingyuan's right-hand man one day.

"The boss is so strong, he will definitely win, for sure."

Ye Yu stared with bloodshot eyes, talking to himself. He clenched his hands tightly, his nails piercing through his flesh, a few strands of blood oozed from his palms, but he could not feel any pain.

"Heaven is jealous of talented people."

Many world-class geniuses came just to witness it with their own eyes, for example: Ye Jincheng, the young patriarch of the Huoling Ancient Clan, Ying Jiuye, the young master of the Guiyan Imperial Clan, Ji Lingyan, the ninth princess of the Ancient Phoenix Clan, Jiang Xun of the Dongli Sword Sect, and so on.

More than half of the heroes of the time were present.

"What kind of woman can make Your Majesty do this?"

Ji Lingyan was wearing a light blue dress with a slender waist. She looked into the restricted area and muttered to herself. Her love for Chen Qingyuan had caused a lot of controversy. She even went to Qingzong several times and won the love of many elders and disciples.

Originally, I thought Chen Qingyuan only pursued the great Dao and was not interested in women. It was not until today that Ji Lingyan understood the reason.

Your Majesty, there is already someone in your heart.

Moreover, there is not even a little room left for others.

"boom--"

A burst of thunder caused by the imperial law exploded the starry sky for countless miles, shaking all directions and disrupting the thoughts of many people. At this moment, everyone was tense, concentrating, and their eyes were about to pop out.

The bodies of all the emperors were tainted by a trace of forbidden laws, like the state they were in hundreds of thousands of years ago, reduced to puppets, controlled by unknown forces.

Even if these emperor corpses do not come out, Chen Qingyuan will try his best to find them.

Only when things become out of control will there be a glimmer of hope.

If he continued to fight with the God King, although he could rely on his special foundation to avoid defeat, he would still not be able to win.

When the physical body is stretched to its limit, it will inevitably suffer backlash from its foundation. Not only will it not help An Xiruo alleviate the current deadlock, but he himself will also have to sleep here forever.

Therefore, from the moment he prepared to attack the penalty area head-on, he had already drawn up a specific plan in his mind.

Since we have to fight anyway, we might as well go for the big one.

"What are you waiting for?" Chen Qingyuan faced the emperors alone, his heroic spirit soaring to the sky: "Fight!"

"Boom!"

Lord Kunpeng took a step forward and created a huge black hole with chaotic laws, which seemed to lead to an endless hell, eerie and terrifying.

"clang--"

Suddenly, Kasyapa Buddha slapped out his palm, and a golden "卍" symbol was rotating on the palm of his hand.

The battlefield was flooded with Buddha's light. A giant golden palm crossed the boundless void, appeared above Chen Qingyuan's head, and then pressed down.

Immediately afterwards, the Six-Fingered God King burst out with even stronger momentum, raised his right hand, and pointed out with one finger.

"boom--"

The finger light contains the ultimate law and infinite murderous intent.

The supreme power of Taoism that is enough to destroy the universe is all coming towards Chen Qingyuan, wanting to crush him into pieces.

"Come all!"

Chen Qingyuan was extremely excited and let out a long roar that shocked the world.

Holding the gun in one hand, he charged forward.

There is a sense of tragedy and heroism of fighting for life, desolate and bleak, and of dying heroically.