Tian Yuan

The old fellow from the Shangqi Emperor's clan secretly tried several times to get in touch with the ancestral weapon, the Zijun Sword, but unfortunately each attempt ended in failure, leaving him with mixed emotions.

Take back the ancestral weapon?

Do not make jokes.

If you argue with Chen Qingyuan at this time, you will most likely not get any good results and it will only be asking for trouble.

As for the future, I’m afraid it will be difficult.

Looking at the state of the Zijun Sword, it should have recognized Chen Qingyuan as its master. Even if the Shangqi Emperor Clan talked their mouths off, they would have no chance to welcome it back.

The strong men from all realms were not too shocked when they saw the Purple Jun Emperor Sword, as if it was a very normal event for this sword to follow Chen Qingyuan. When they first discovered the Purple Jun Sword, it was more of a surprise.

"brother!"

When the violence of the riot died down, Lao Hei hurried forward, full of joy and a bright smile.

After walking a few steps forward, Lao Hei stopped, because the murderous aura emanating from Chen Qingyuan was so terrifying that it covered the entire world indiscriminately, making people afraid to approach.

"He is in a state of self-defense now, don't go forward."

Nangong Ge noticed the deep red color of Chen Qingyuan's eyes. His mind was sometimes clear and sometimes dazed.

Wu Junyan and others who wanted to go over immediately retracted their steps, frowned slightly, their hearts tensed, and worried expressions reappeared.

"What kind of hardships did Your Majesty go through?"

Even Chang Geng Sword Immortal and the old chef and others could not withstand Chen Qingyuan's power. They felt suffocated, their souls trembled, and they were terrified.

The most evil god in the world comes from hell to kill us.

One cannot look directly at the face of any living being in the world.

"See you, Your Majesty!"

In a corner, several great ancestors, clan leaders and others of the Phoenix Clan walked forward a few steps, bowed, and said in unison.

If their awe of Chen Qingyuan had reached its peak before, then now it has broken through the limit. The worship that surged in their hearts can no longer be described in secular terms.

If it weren't for the need to maintain the reputation of their ancient clan, some old guys would behave ten or even dozens of times more respectfully than they do now.

The ninth princess of the Phoenix Clan was named Ji Lingyan. She wore a dignified and elegant brocade dress, with dark eyebrows and fiery red lips. Her love for Chen Qingyuan increased a lot at this moment.

"Secular women are not worthy of him."

Ji Lingyan knew very well that she had no chance to be with Chen Qingyuan, and being able to see him from afar was enough for her. If she had the chance to meet him in the future and drink a cup of tea together, her life would be free of regrets.

There was another person standing next to Ji Lingyan. It was the naturally charming Mo Lianqing. Her original clan was the Shangqi Emperor clan, but she later drew a clear line between herself and them.

"Meeting Mr. Chen is the greatest luck in my life."

Mo Lianqing looked at Chen Qingyuan with a hint of admiration, but more of it was gratitude. If she hadn't met Chen Qingyuan, she would have been nothing more than a vase in her life, a bargaining chip and commodity used by the tribe to exchange for benefits.

"Your honor!"

After being shocked for a while, the powerful men of all races saluted and shouted respectfully. The sound was like a wave, one after another, endless and overwhelming.

Although no one knows what happened in the depths of the ancient ruins, judging from the heroic posture displayed by Chen Qingyuan, ordinary mortals would definitely not be able to withstand it.

"After today, no one in the world can stop Chen Qingyuan from moving forward."

Countless people thought so and regretted not having the opportunity to become Chen Qingyuan's companion.

"Can the young master of our clan really compete with Your Majesty?"

A group of old fellows from the Linqian Imperial Clan looked up at Chen Qingyuan's tall body, feeling extremely frightened and self-doubting.

"I thought about the battle in the restricted area back then, and the killing game in the ancient ruins today. Your Excellency's demeanor is truly rare in the ages. We are so honored to be able to see your face and witness history."

More and more practitioners have a deep admiration for Chen Qingyuan.

"Given Your Majesty's demeanor, it is normal even if you are accompanied by the Emperor's soldiers."

In this area of ​​the Chaos Sea, the heroes all watched with great attention and spoke in secret. No words could describe their feelings at the moment.

"Om-"

Suddenly, a golden light appeared, coming from the crowd and spreading to the abyss of the sea boundary, and it did not stop until it reached in front of Chen Qingyuan.

Others did not dare to come forward, but Buddhist disciples were an exception.

He stepped on the golden lotus and flew away.

After a while, he arrived in front of Chen Qingyuan, only a hundred feet away.

Faced with the overwhelming murderous intent, the Buddhist disciple used the great magical powers of Buddhism to resolve it, clasped his hands together, and remained calm.

After exchanging a glance with the Buddhist disciple, Chen Qingyuan, who had been so ferocious at first, slowly became more restrained, and his empty eyes once again showed a little light.

The excessive fighting made Chen Qingyuan's body and mind extremely exhausted. However, even though he had walked out of the ancient ruins and passed through the terrifying killing situation, he did not dare to relax his vigilance.

There is no guarantee whether there are other murderous intentions in the outside world.

It cannot be ruled out that some old guys might take advantage of my weakness to launch a sneak attack.

In short, Chen Qingyuan can only succeed in this life, not fail. At this moment, even if the Sword Immortal and others were present, he could not relax the tight string.

Chen Qingyuan recognized the Buddhist disciple, but he no longer had the energy to reminisce about the past.

Just a glance between good friends can let you know what the other person is trying to express.

"Wow—"

Chen Qingyuan's right index finger gently pointed at Yiyi who was standing beside him, removing the protective formation.

More than half of the many top-level Taoist weapons surrounding Yiyi have lost their original Taoist charm and have become relatively hard scraps of copper and iron, and can no longer be repaired.

Several quasi-imperial weapons were also severely damaged, and they made soft buzzing sounds, as if they were talking to Chen Qingyuan, expressing that they had completed the task and did not let Yiyi get hurt at all.

"call out--"

Chen Qingyuan waved his hand lightly and collected all the Taoist soldiers, including those that were completely damaged.

"father!"

Without the restraint of the great formation, Yiyi quickly ran towards Chen Qingyuan, her face full of worry and anxiety. Halfway through her walk, she was blocked by an invisible force and could not get closer.

I thought this was Chen Qingyuan's work, and I didn't want to let out the breath in my throat at this moment. Once my mind relaxed, I would most likely lose consciousness.

Even if you have many good friends here, you cannot leave your fate to the unknown.

As long as you still have breath and strength left, you must control it yourself.

"Give Way!"

Between brothers, communication only requires a glance. The Buddhist turned to face the heroes of the heavens and the myriad worlds, raised his breath and shouted, his voice spreading thousands of miles.

The Buddha's words were like thunderclaps, shocking everyone present.

At the same time, the mighty power, starting from Chen Qingyuan, surged towards the outside world.

All the laws of the sea boundary encountered along the way were wiped out.

"Kick!"

Chen Qingyuan took a step with his left foot, ready to move forward alone.