Tian Yuan

Hollow out the Taoist soldiers and suppress the heroes.

The fleeting beauty is gorgeous and dazzling.

The next moment, the weapons either couldn't withstand the power of reincarnation and shattered, or were blasted into powder by the powerful.

When the war began, there were thirty-six powerful enemies, but after a fierce fight, only twenty-seven were left.

The remaining strong men were injured to varying degrees.

However, Chen Qingyuan is not much better.

Not only did the injury affect the circulation of the power of the Taoist body, but the spiritual power in the body was consumed too much, and the remaining energy was less than one-third of the optimal state.

Although swallowing pills can quickly restore, it also takes time to refine and cannot be replenished in an instant. After all, the reincarnation body is a bottomless pit, and the situation is completely different from that of ordinary people.

"Maybe... you can try that thing."

Chen Qingyuan originally wanted to grab the Zijun Sword and fight his way out.

However, the imperial weapon with a red ruler on top is a threat. If the Zijun Sword is taken, the balance will be broken and the situation may not develop in a good direction.

Moreover, the thirty-six top quasi-emperors are not necessarily all the pawns in this killing game. There may be other murderous intentions in secret, and we must guard against them.

The thing he was thinking about was the Human Emperor Sword that he had obtained on the road to enlightenment.

In name, the Human Emperor Sword is only a low-grade Taoist weapon, and it is particularly fragile when placed on such a top battlefield. However, this sword contains a special Taoist meaning and carries the will of the ancestors of the human race.

After much thought, he decided to take out the Human Emperor Sword and give it a try.

If there are signs that the sword may be damaged, just put it away quickly and protect it well.

"Chong-"

The Human Emperor Sword appeared before outsiders for the first time.

He looks ordinary and unremarkable.

Chen Qingyuan clenched his right hand and tilted it to his side.

For some reason, at the moment when he held the sword, Chen Qingyuan seemed to have grasped the future and the truth of all things in the universe.

His face was expressionless and his eyes were calm.

The powerful puppets who came to kill were still as imposing as ever, while the few powerful ones who retained consciousness paused. Although they could not recognize the origin of the Human Emperor Sword, they always had a feeling of palpitations, and the more they looked at it, the more nervous they became.

"It looks ordinary, but it actually hides a mystery."

The fishing Laojun stood still as a mountain, his deep eyes rippling with a few strands of ripples as he talked to himself.

"Why is the sword's edge so sharp when the Dao rhyme of a low-grade Dao weapon fluctuates? It makes me so uneasy."

Zhou Qixing took a deep look at the Human Emperor Sword held in Chen Qingyuan's hand. He didn't know its origin, but he felt a little suffocated and his body trembled unconsciously.

"It's a good sword."

Some sword masters relied on their intuition to judge, Zheng Su said.

"That is......"

In a corner of the chaotic battlefield, there was a bald old man with a mustache, wearing a plain cloth and holding a mace in his hand.

The old man with the mustache seemed to recognize the Human Emperor Sword. His expression gradually changed, and he became panicked and unbelievable. His body trembled uncontrollably, and a chill seemed to surge from the underworld, sweeping over his body and even his soul. He trembled softly, "Human...Human Emperor Sword, am I seeing things?"

A memory engraved deep in the soul suddenly emerged before my eyes.

Their ancestors were a great clan in the ancient times, but after experiencing several bloody events, they gradually declined. Because of their bloodline, many major events were engraved in their bloodline memories and passed down from generation to generation.

"This...this kind of horrible thing actually came into the world!"

Among everyone present, only the old man recognized the thing. He was so scared that his face turned pale, cold sweat broke out all over his body, and his right hand holding the mace became a little weak.

"Hit your ass."

The reason why the race that the old man belonged to fell into decline and was slowly buried by history was because of the Human Emperor Sword. At that time, the human race was weak and could be bullied, but later, an extremely powerful being came up with the Human Emperor Sword and forcibly created a new world rule.

Bloodline inheritance, including vague memories of some major events.

"It is understandable that this man is so extraordinary that he can be recognized as the master by the Human Emperor Sword. This sword is extraordinary and has drunk the blood of countless powerful people from the great clans. It has survived to this day and is immortal. It is even more outrageous than the Emperor's weapon."

Although he was not born in the ancient times, the old man seemed to be present in person.

The fighting spirit suddenly disappeared, and now there is only one thought: run!

Run as far as you can and never get involved.

"Fellow Daoist, what are you standing there for? Come on!"

The two-headed snake ancestor noticed the bald man's dazed look and was quite puzzled. He came over and encouraged him.

The bald guy was whispering all the words just now to himself. The battlefield was so chaotic and explosions were heard frequently, so naturally no one else could hear them.

Besides, everyone’s attention is on Chen Qingyuan, so no one would pay attention to anything else.

"Something happened at home, I'm leaving first."

Hearing the urging voices of others, the bald man shuddered, cold sweat soaked the clothes that were sticking to his body, and dense beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He could not hide his panic.

After saying this, the bald guy immediately retreated to the back, watching the fight from a distance, and refused to enter the arena. The fear from the depths of his soul made it difficult for him to overcome it.

The worst that can happen is that your consciousness will be wiped out by an unknown existence, and you will die.

"If today's battle is linked to the Human Emperor Sword, and this guy is allowed to kill us, my clan may be in danger of being exterminated. Speaking of this, countless years have passed, and I don't know if my clan is still around. Alas!"

The bald man wiped the cold sweat from his face and said secretly.

No matter what, he didn't want to have a grudge with the Human Emperor Sword. He had to learn from past experiences and not repeat the same mistakes.

Looking at the bald man running away, the two-headed snake ancestor was obviously stunned, blinking his eyes, at a loss: "Something happened at home? That's nonsense, how can we have a home in this situation?"

Due to the bald guy's strange behavior, many people noticed it, but ignored it, thinking it would not affect the overall situation.

"Coward."

The two-headed snake ancestor saw the fear on the bald man's face, but didn't know why the other party was afraid. He cursed in a low voice and hid in the void, looking for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

"He should have seen the extraordinary nature of this sword."

The person involved is confused, but the bystander is clear. The Fishing Master did not join the battle, so he saw the situation clearly from all sides. He glanced at the bald man hiding far away and made a guess.

At the core of the battlefield, Chen Qingyuan stood with a sword in his hand.

The surface of the sword seemed to be covered with a thin film, obscuring its original brilliance, as if it was in a half-asleep state, not ready to welcome the new era.

"Next, I'll leave it to you."

Chen Qingyuan first swallowed a lot of pills, then lowered his head to look at the sword, placed a glimmer of hope, and whispered something.

Now that the Human Emperor Sword had recognized its master, it was naturally connected with Chen Qingyuan's thoughts and shook slightly in response.

The heroes came from all directions and were getting closer and closer, with a distance of only ten thousand feet.

Chen Qingyuan slowly raised the sword and infused spiritual power into it. Runes containing the meaning of reincarnation covered the sword, making it even sharper.

No matter how strong the force is, the Human Emperor Sword can bear it without any sign of collapse.