Tian Yuan

More than thirty quasi-emperors came to kill him. Although their strength had not reached their peak, the remaining power was enough to easily suppress many quasi-emperors of the time.

Facing the heroes alone, Chen Qingyuan's blood boiled.

He waved the eight hundred feet long white bones in his hand vigorously, as if he was holding a mountain, sweeping around and repelling one powerful enemy after another who wanted to approach.

"The Quasi-Emperor Dao Bone is easy to use and not easily damaged."

Chen Qingyuan used it for a while and made a comment.

The Taoist bones of Shenqiao Jiubu are countless times harder than the weapons formed by spiritual energy. They can fully bear the Taoist power of Chen Qingyuan. It's a pity that they are too big and it is not so easy to wield them.

"Banglong!"

Every time King Jing was repelled, he would charge at the fastest speed. With both hands tightly grasping the long halberd, he was filled with murderous intent and slashed diagonally, cutting through the sky for countless miles, making the battlefield even more chaotic.

As the halberd swept out, the smell of decay arose, and the scenes of the sun and the moon appeared, hanging above the sea of ​​blood, exuding a strong and strange charm.

"Wow!"

Chen Qingyuan used the bones in his hand as a shield to block King Jing's fierce attack.

There was a very obvious halberd mark on the white bones, but unfortunately the bones were relatively hard and were not split in two.

At this moment, the special scent of the foxy girl lingered at the tip of his nose, allowing Chen Qingyuan to immediately lock onto the target.

While Chen Qingyuan was attacking King Jing, the vixen seized the opportunity and flashed over. They were only a hundred feet apart. Her red lips opened and closed, and her charming voice drilled into his ears like a thread: "Sir, aren't you tired? Do you want me to massage your shoulders?"

"roll!"

Chen Qingyuan was a man of firm character, so how could he be disturbed by the charm? With a shout, he pointed out a finger with his left hand, which turned into a powerful beam of light and rushed forward.

"Crash-"

The vixen lightly shook the silk scarf around her waist, and the beam of light transformed from the finger light that rushed to her face suddenly shattered and turned into nothingness.

"bring it on!"

Ordinary charms didn't work, so the vixen naturally prepared other means. She used the light-colored silk scarf around her waist as a weapon, turning it into a chain of order, in an attempt to restrain Chen Qingyuan.

The silk scarf was soft and avoided Chen Qingyuan's sweeping force, bypassing numerous obstacles and finally reaching the front.

Just as the light-colored scarf was about to be wrapped around him, Chen Qingyuan grabbed it with his left hand and held it tightly. Then he pulled hard and pulled the vixen who was not far away over.

Seeing that the vixen was about to pounce, the nails on her hands were extremely sharp, and she was ready to attack at any time and cut Chen Qingyuan's neck.

However, Chen Qingyuan did not give the other party this opportunity, nor did he show any mercy. He got the right distance and kicked the vixen in the heart.

"boom!"

Before the vixen could even make a move, Chen Qingyuan kicked her away. The plum blossom mark on her body mostly disappeared, and her expression became vicious, she was furious, and she was in unbearable pain.

"bass--"

On one side, the two-headed snake ancestor, who had been lurking for a long time, took off. In the blink of an eye, it crossed ten thousand miles of void, opened its bloody mouth, and bit towards Chen Qingyuan's head.

It was easy to crush a star with this bite, and the sharp teeth oozed a layer of black venom. Even if a cultivator of the same realm was infected with a little snake venom, he would be greatly affected, his movements would be slow, and his combat effectiveness would be greatly reduced. In the end, he would become a fish on the chopping board, at the mercy of others.

"I've been keeping an eye on you for a long time."

Chen Qingyuan attacked almost at the same moment, turned slightly, and slapped the two-headed snake ancestor who was attacking him with his left hand.

"Snapped!"

With a palm strike, the two-headed snake ancestor was like a meteor that streaked across the sky, smashing countless objects along the way, passing through the broken ground, and reaching the center of the earth.

A burning pain spread across his face, not very harmful but extremely insulting.

"hiss--"

The Snake Ancestor was spitting out his tongue with a distorted expression of anger and fear.

At the core of the battlefield, Chen Qingyuan did not have a moment to rest. The high-intensity fighting consumed a lot of his spiritual energy.

Fortunately, the Samsara body is extraordinary, and has accumulated spiritual power far beyond the fourth step of the Divine Bridge, so it can withstand the torment.

Until now, Chen Qingyuan only had some scars on his skin, and his clothes were slightly torn and dirty, but there was no big problem.

There was a child wearing a red bellyband, holding a large iron hammer in each hand that was out of proportion to his body. He danced with the hammer very smoothly, hitting Chen Qingyuan again and again with fierce attacks, and occasionally let out some evil laughter that made people feel uncomfortable.

There was a golden rooster beast, a thousand feet tall, with each feather coated with something like gold paint, shining brightly. Sometimes he would step on it, and sometimes he would lower his head to peck at it.

There was a thousand-eyed giant with a burly body. He held a long black chain in his hand and swung it with all his strength. He would attack whenever he found an opportunity. He wanted to trap Chen Qingyuan and turn him into a pile of bones, sleeping there forever.

The numerous powerful beings appeared like demons descending, each emitting a more terrifying aura than the last, and each appearing more ferocious than the last.

Chen Qingyuan temporarily used bones as weapons to sweep away the enemy.

However, this method can never resolve the battle situation. At most, it can maintain the balance and make it difficult for them to get close.

Moreover, as the fighting time gradually prolonged, this quasi-emperor's bone was already covered with scars and could not last for too long.

"Chong-"

More than ten flying swords attacked from behind. Chen Qingyuan flicked his sleeves and instantly created a wind wall to block them all.

"Donglong——"

Several powerful people seized the opportunity to restrain the white bones that were swinging at them, while the others took advantage of this moment to swarm forward.

There was no other way, so Chen Qingyuan had to let go and give up this Taoist bone weapon.

"call out"

Tear the space, attack and dodge at the same time.

Chen Qingyuan cannot stay where he is and not move, otherwise he will be easily surrounded and killed. Once his physical strength is exhausted, the consequences will be disastrous.

"You are the one."

It is not advisable to defend all the time. No matter how fierce the attacks of others are, Chen Qingyuan only needs to defeat them one by one, find the target, try his best, and suppress them in the shortest time.

Immediately, thousands of Chen Qingyuan's afterimages appeared on the battlefield again.

Based on the Samsara Body, Chen Qingyuan broke the limit of the body movement technique, causing these top bosses to lose their target in an instant and not know where their real body had gone.

"Tear!"

Chen Qingyuan carried the top treasure with him to protect Yiyi, which did not mean that he had no other weapons. He carried a top-grade Taoist sword, infused all his strength, and swung the sword. The sky and the earth changed color, and thousands of Daos wailed.

"Zheng——"

The Sword Sea Pagoda seemed to come from outer space, gushing with energy that did not belong to this world.

The evil eye burst out with billions of rays of light, covering the battlefield and even every inch of the ancient ruins.

This sword was chopped at a skinny old man. The weapon in his hand was a walking stick. His origin was unknown, but he was at the quasi-emperor level. One cannot judge a person by his appearance.