Tian Yuan

"Oh."

Yiyi was very sensible. She wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes and immediately walked into the mysterious formation.

Although I have a lot to say to my dad, now is not a good time. I'll keep it to myself and talk about it later.

Chen Qingyuan deliberately made this protective formation smaller so that these top treasures could completely surround it, greatly increasing its solidity and making it convenient for him to move the formation at any time to ensure Yiyi's safety.

"Boom!"

As soon as Yiyi stepped into the mysterious formation, the stone platform began to shake, but not by a large amount.

Wisps of colorful clouds floated at the edges, like colorful strips of cloth hanging high in the sky, charming the eyes.

There is a big mountain near the stone platform, about a thousand feet high, dark in color, and filled with a dead atmosphere.

With a "bang", the mountain exploded and debris flew everywhere.

A figure walked out from the smoke and dust and gradually approached the stone platform.

Chen Qingyuan put his left hand behind his back, his right hand hanging at his side, and stared sideways, cold as ice.

The man had a burly build, and the aura emanating from him was becoming increasingly intense, incomparable to that of ordinary people in this world.

Yes, in order to be refined into a puppet by the existence on the other side, one must at least step into the ninth step of the Divine Bridge, otherwise it would be a waste of energy.

The man had sallow skin and dull eyes, and must have been controlled. He wore a long spear, silver armor, and black hair tied in a crown.

The powerful pressure from the quasi-emperor is like a rolling wave, with no signs of stopping.

"I am Xiao Hui, following your orders to punish the rebellious subjects."

The silver-armored warrior stepped forward step by step, his might reaching the sky. Under his feet, a horrifying picture of a sea of ​​blood and corpses appeared. The halberd in his hand was stained with a layer of blood, exuding a sinister and terrifying meaning that was frightening.

The sound was like a soul-locking sound, piercing through billions of miles of sky and striking the soul. It seemed to have turned into an invisible chain of order, sending all those who refused to surrender into the underworld to endure all kinds of torture.

Xiao Hui!

Ordinary people would certainly find this name unfamiliar and wonder who this person is.

But once his identity is revealed, it will be enough to shake the mountains and rivers and the world.

"The first King Jing under the command of Emperor Taiwei!"

Chen Qingyuan had a blank expression on his face, but a strange look flashed across the depths of his eyes, and he revealed the origin of the incident in one sentence.

Xiao Hui, the first man under Emperor Taiwei, once commanded an extremely elite army, defeated several immortal ancient clans, had more than a million bloods on his hands, and made a great name for himself.

His body was unexpectedly stolen by the existence on the other side and became a pawn in the pursuit of immortality.

At that time, Emperor Taiwei might have been working backwards in the course of time, or he might have been practicing in seclusion and was too busy to be aware of this matter.

It's a pity that this is just a dead corpse. Its life force is completely cut off and its body has become a puppet. Only the remaining will to be loyal to the Emperor remains, and it is impossible to talk to it.

"The first King Jing, I never thought I would be able to see it with my own eyes, and I never thought it would be in this way."

Chen Qingyuan engraved the image of the silver-armored general in his heart and murmured.

"Kick!"

This is not the end yet. The void on the other side suddenly twisted, and a man in tattered cloth appeared. He was surrounded by fog and his true appearance could not be seen clearly.

This man is the top figure who forcibly abducted Yiyi.

"In order to seek a new life, I have no choice."

The middle-aged man in ragged clothes has an extraordinary temperament, his eyes are not empty, but have some wisdom. He can become a sharp blade and complete the task of kidnapping Yiyi, so his strength must be top-notch.

The meaning of his words is thought-provoking.

The voice was hollow and seemed to come from the end of the long river of history, so unreal and unreal.

Since the cloth-clothed man woke up, he often heard an ancient voice in his ears. As long as he could bury Chen Qingyuan here, he could cut off the shackles, escape from this desolate ancient ruins, gain freedom, and embrace a new life.

He had no choice but to accept this temptation.

Moreover, if he doesn't want to, the revived consciousness will be wiped out, and he will become a puppet without any memory or emotion. Although the strength of the puppet body will be greatly reduced, there will be no shortage of top masters in this ruins. If you don't agree, there will be others.

"your name."

Chen Qingyuan exchanged a glance with the cloth-clothed man, his tone indifferent, not allowing for rejection. There was no trace of fear on his face, it was extremely calm, inexplicably frightening.

"Zhou Qixing."

The man in plain clothes was tall, with his head held high and his chest puffed out, his eyes were as deep as the abyss, and his voice was hoarse.

"Three million years ago, you fought against Emperor Changhong."

After thinking about it for a while, Chen Qingyuan found the corresponding information.

"Yes." The cloth-clothed man thought of the past years, his eyes slightly changed, and he nodded gently: "I defeated him hundreds of times, but unfortunately in the final peak battle, I lost, and watched him step by step towards the other side."

Emperor Changhong, a very legendary figure.

He has average talent and luck. He often challenges monks of the same realm and loses no less than a thousand times.

He was very good at escaping. Every time he lost, he managed to survive and wait until he recovered from his injuries before looking for another opponent.

In that era, countless people believed that Zhou Qixing could seize the throne and live a glorious life.

No one expected that Emperor Changhong, who had lost most of his life, would step by step reach the top, be qualified to fight with Zhou Qixing at the peak, and even win.

The historical books' evaluation of Emperor Changhong is that his Tao heart is supreme and rare throughout the ages.

He kept losing, but never gave up. His heart was pure and he never wavered. He took one step at a time, steadily and steadily, until he reached the top, shocking the world.

This guy should be at the bottom among the emperors of countless eras, but his life deeds are too exaggerated and almost impossible to replicate, leaving a deep impression on people in later generations.

"How much strength is left?"

Having seen many ancient emperors, Chen Qingyuan was not too surprised by this second-rate top-notch hero.

"Seventy percent."

Compared with the peak combat power, Zhou Qixing estimated and replied seriously.

"If you were in your prime, you could fight me for more than a hundred rounds. At 70% of your strength, it's not enough."

Chen Qingyuan spoke in a very calm tone, with extremely arrogant words.

The key point is that this statement is a statement of fact, not bragging.

After going out, Zhou Qixing had a certain understanding of Chen Qingyuan's background and abilities. He did not think that the other party was pretending, but nodded in agreement: "I know, so many people are seeing you off today."

"Then let them all come out, so that I can take a good look at the top powers of each era and see what kind of people they are. See if they are consistent with what is recorded in history books. They are gifted and talented, and they are hard to find rivals in the world."

Chen Qingyuan is very domineering.

Yiyi, who was trapped in the magic circle, looked at her father and listened to his heroic words. She was shocked.

My dad is so handsome and majestic. No wonder so many beautiful girls want to marry him. Who can resist that?