Tian Yuan

The ancient chariot with the cross flag flying was huge in size and came in a mighty manner, pressing down the void and blocking out the sky and the sun.

With the arrival of reinforcements, the old man who was guarding the road was no longer nervous, and the look he gave Chen Qingyuan became extremely cold.

With the arrival of the masters from the imperial city, everyone retreated to a distance, leaving a huge open space. Only Chen Qingyuan and others were left standing there to avoid being affected.

Everyone thought that Chen Qingyuan was doomed. No matter how strong he was, he could not escape the clutches of the Purple Lotus Dynasty. What awaited him was a merciless judgment.

"Kick!"

The man at the front of the chariot was wearing black armor, looking majestic and impressive.

"General."

The elder of the guarding tribe recognized who the person was, his heart skipped a beat, he walked forward and saluted.

The man was named Qi Mo, a great general of the Zi Lian Dynasty. He was very powerful, at the seventh step of the Divine Bridge, and had tremendous power.

He commands the most elite army of the dynasty, called the Tianfu Army, which has a total of 10,000 people.

The soldiers among them were at least monks who were transcending tribulation.

In order to feed this special army, the dynasty consumes a large amount of resources every year.

Most of the law enforcement teams roaming around the major galaxies and the lords guarding the cities in various places are retired from the Tianfu Army and have close relations.

"General Qi!"

Seeing the tall figure of the person coming, the city lord was stunned.

Unexpectedly, this incident alarmed General Qi and he came here in person.

"It's a big deal, I hope it can be properly resolved."

Although the millions of people in the city did not know who the leader was, they recognized this group of soldiers wearing special black armor and were extremely shocked and terrified.

It happened that there were no missions recently, and upon learning that the seventeenth prince had died, Qi Mo decided to come and deal with it personally to see who had the guts to cause trouble at the doorstep of the imperial city.

"The seventeenth prince died tragically on the spot, but you were unharmed." Qi Mo was tall and looked at the elder of the Guardian clan with an indifferent expression. He reprimanded in front of everyone: "The prince died, and the national prestige was humiliated. You will accept the punishment when you return."

"Yes."

Even the elders of the clan did not dare to contradict Qi Mo. They bowed their heads and accepted his orders without any dissatisfaction.

Then, Qi Mo, who was standing in front of the chariot, looked down at Chen Qingyuan and the others and said indifferently: "Do you admit your guilt?"

Invisible sound waves, like surging waves, instantly flooded the place.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled and the chariot was suspended.

Qi Mo was like a chief judge who was above all others, looking down at the sinners below from his supreme position, his tone was cold, and he would not tolerate any disobedience.

This area in the middle of the ancient city is unusually empty.

Chen Qingyuan and others were being scrutinized by countless pairs of eyes, but they remained calm as ever.

The power of sound waves was like tickling to Chen Qingyuan, and had no strength at all.

Seeing that the other party was not oppressed, Qi Mo narrowed his eyes, his expression solemn, not daring to underestimate him.

"Don't you want to ask why?"

Chen Qingyuan raised his eyes slightly and looked into his eyes.

"No matter how legitimate your reasons are, killing the prince is an unforgivable sin."

Feeling Chen Qingyuan's unique aura, Qi Mo gave him some respect and explained the reason.

"That is to say, the Zi Lian Dynasty is actually the same as other sects and large schools. They don't care about rules or right or wrong, they only care about the size of their fists, right?"

Chen Qingyuan asked again.

"You are not a rookie, why do you say such things?"

Qi Mo said coldly.

Whether it is the world of cultivation or the mortal dynasty, the essence is the same and the rules remain unchanged.

Strength comes first, the rest is not important.

"Since it's unreasonable, then let's do as you wish!"

After a brief conversation, Chen Qingyuan smiled contemptuously, and the last bit of goodwill he had towards the Zilian Dynasty disappeared: "In my eyes, the princes and grandchildren of the Zilian Dynasty are not as good as a hair of my disciple. This boy dared to set his sights on my disciple and blocked my way. It is only right that he should be killed."

"presumptuous!"

In front of the world, with the Tianfu Army in charge, Chen Qingyuan actually dared to say such words. Qi Mo immediately scolded him with a voice like thunder, intimidating all directions.

Everyone in the city was terrified and huddled together, trembling with fear.

Chen Qingyuan stood still like a mountain, not even blinking.

"I have killed countless people like you." Chen Qingyuan murmured, "You think you are superior to others and ignore everything. In fact, you bully the weak and fear the strong. Your bones are not as hard as they seem. They can be broken easily."

"Set up formation and kill the enemy!"

Since he couldn't test the opponent's strength, he wouldn't waste time. Qi Mo gave an order, and powerful force surged out of his body. Holding a black spear, he walked slowly forward with such overwhelming power that the entire ancient city and even the stars were trembling.

The 800 soldiers of the Tianfu Army who came with them formed a killing formation very familiarly. Wearing uniform armor, they pressed forward step by step and were unstoppable.

"boom--"

The sky collapsed and the sea of ​​stars shone.

Countless monks knelt on the ground, praying that the matter could be resolved as soon as possible and not to implicate themselves. They were terrified to the extreme.

This was the first time the old ox had seen such a scene, and all four legs were shaking. However, the old ox tried its best to control its body and make its master sit comfortably and maintain balance.

"Don't be afraid." Chen Qingyuan gently stroked the old yellow ox and whispered, "Since you have followed me, you must cultivate a fearless heart. If you can't even remain calm in a situation like this, it would be too embarrassing."

Soon, the old ox calmed down and its body stopped shaking slightly. It became as motionless as an evergreen pine.

Tang Wan'er knew her master's abilities and background very well, and she had a cold expression on her face, without any sign of timidity.

"Things that don't stand up to the public eye."

The killing array that seemed unstoppable in the eyes of the world was full of loopholes in the eyes of Chen Qingyuan.

"Girl, take the sword."

Chen Qingyuan turned around and said.

"Zheng——"

Tang Wan'er understood immediately, holding the sword in both hands, and took a few steps forward.

The sword was very excited and trembled slightly.

I never thought that one day I would be able to fight alongside you, My Lord. I was so excited that I drew my sword with a clang.

"Master, I will teach you a move today." Looking at the precious sword flying in front of him, Chen Qingyuan grasped it in the air and held it tightly in his hand, saying calmly: "What is a sword that can break all laws?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Qingyuan channeled a strand of spiritual power in his body into the sword, sat on the old ox's back, and waved his hand.

Tang Wan'er watched intently, not wanting to miss any details.

"Shh-"

The sword flashed, like a meteor streaking across the sky, brilliant and dazzling.

Qi Mo, who was in a high position, commanded eight hundred Tianfu soldiers with great momentum and was about to attack.

Suddenly, Chen Qingyuan lightly swung his sword, and a boundless sea of ​​extreme sword intent appeared, which swallowed up the sky in an instant, wiped out all the killing power of the formation, and destroyed the ten chariots next to it into pieces.