Tian Yuan

As he took the first step, Chen Qingyuan glanced at Nangong Ge, Changgeng Sword Immortal and others, and quickly passed them by without saying much.

With these people here, there is no need to worry about Yiyi's safety.

"Crash-"

The powerful men who were blocking the road did not have the courage to block Chen Qingyuan's way. Their faces were pale with fear, as if they were being watched by the god of death, their bodies were cold and stiff.

Then, everyone hurriedly retreated to the sides, keeping a long distance away, for fear of colliding with this evil god and bringing themselves death.

"Da da da!"

Chen Qingyuan maintained a suitable frequency, and every step he took could cross millions of miles of the void.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Qingyuan disappeared from everyone's sight.

"Follow him and see where His Majesty is going."

Some old guys couldn't suppress their curiosity and followed behind, keeping a certain safe distance.

A group of powerful beings who can keep up with Chen Qingyuan's pace want to find out the truth.

As for those with weaker strength, most of them were still kneeling where they were. Their knees were a little weak and needed some time to recover. The look of fear on their faces was still there and might not go away for a long time.

"It's incredible that he could fight his way out of this place."

If there is anyone who knows the horror of the ancient ruins, the fat monk must be one of them. He came out of the ruins and received a hint of guidance from somewhere, which led to a conflict with Chen Qingyuan and he fled in defeat.

At a certain moment just now, the fat monk wanted to attack Chen Qingyuan again. It was not his own intention, but the guidance of an invisible force.

However, this trace of power is very weak. With the fat monk's strength, he can easily block it and cannot be controlled.

"Something is wrong." The fat monk frowned and thought secretly: "The power of the unknown law before could more or less affect my consciousness, why is it so minor this time?"

After a moment, a guess was made.

"Could it be that the destruction of the planned land has also cut off the shackles that are entangled with me?"

The more I thought about it, the more it made sense.

The fat monk showed a hint of joy on his face, and murmured: "If that's true, then I indirectly owe Chen Qingyuan a favor."

This ancient relic was created by the existence on the other side. Based on this, a test site for planning the way to immortality was constructed.

Now, the ruins are destroyed. The fat monk outside and He Xuan, the son of Qingyou Demon Emperor, have escaped by chance, and it is very likely that they have broken free from the cage and are living a new life in the true sense.

"Follow up and have a look."

No longer standing there in a daze, the fat monk's curiosity about Chen Qingyuan reached its peak. He completely ignored the Buddhist disciple and hurried on his way.

Nangong Ge and others on the side made sure that Yiyi was not injured, and they felt relieved.

"Walk."

Everyone had the same idea, to follow Chen Qingyuan closely, to see what he did, and to protect him along the way. If there was any danger, they would face it together.

The body is stained with precious blood and surrounded by two swords.

There is also a slowly rotating blood-patterned pagoda behind it, with several clearly visible sword marks on its surface.

Under normal circumstances, since Baota and Chen Qingyuan had fought before, it would be difficult for them to have friendly relations in such a short period of time, not to mention that their master's head was at stake.

At the moment before the ancient ruins were completely destroyed, the pagoda seemed to sense a trace of its owner's lingering will, and the meaning was very clear, letting it go out, get rid of the past, and welcome a new life.

Although the big man in black was beheaded by Chen Qingyuan with a sword, before his residual regret dissipated, not only did he not have a trace of hatred, but he was also very grateful that he was freed.

With the guidance of the original owner's regret and the terrifying power displayed by Chen Qingyuan, the Blood Pattern Pagoda did not return to nothingness along with the ruins, but decided to accompany Chen Qingyuan to meet the new era and challenges.

"Boom, boom—"

Chen Qingyuan crossed the chaotic sea and arrived at the edge of Luoshen Ruins at an extremely fast speed.

He continued to move forward without stopping.

His bloodshot eyes revealed an extremely determined look.

Obviously, Chen Qingyuan had already thought about where to go. He would never relax until he reached his destination.

Once relaxed, it can easily lead to unconsciousness.

"Boom!"

As they stepped on the ground step by step, the void shook and countless Dao patterns splashed out, causing the local practitioners to suffer tremendous psychological pressure. They did not know why, but they were terrified and trembling.

"The sky is cracked!"

Countless mortals looked up at the sky, saw a long crack, and were stunned and terrified.

"What a terrifying aura. Which supreme being is passing by?"

Those with slightly stronger cultivation felt the slight fluctuation of breath that Chen Qingyuan accidentally released, and their hearts and souls trembled and their bodies shook. They were very afraid that they had offended someone and attracted such a terrifying existence.

"Who is this?"

Many powerful people in Luoshenxu have only heard of Chen Qingyuan's reputation but have never seen him in person.

Although everyone had seen the portrait, they could not tell the true spirit of the portrait at first glance. Moreover, Chen Qingyuan at this moment was very different from his usual appearance, so few people could guess it.

"That man is the ruler of the Zilian Dynasty! And the Grand Ancestor of the Shenguang Cave, the current Peak Master of Liuluan Peak..." A knowledgeable and powerful man discovered the group of top powerhouses following Chen Qingyuan, and was extremely shocked. He shouted: "So many big shots, my God!"

When heroes pass by, the heavens shake.

The little people huddled in the corner, trembling all over.

Chen Qingyuan was like a king, spanning many star fields, as if he was examining his own dynasty, looking down on the common people from a high position.

I'm not in the mood to appreciate the scenery along the way.

Every gesture and movement reveals the majesty of the supreme leader, which cannot be desecrated or looked at directly.

Countless cultivators could not suppress their curiosity and mustered up the courage to look up at the starry sky, only to see the scene of the evil god passing through. They fell to their knees with a plop, their bodies sore and sweaty. The towering figure of Chen Qingyuan kept appearing in front of their eyes, engraving their souls and remembering them forever.

A few days later, the many monks who had experienced the passing of the God of Death finally understood the general situation.

It turned out that the terrifying existence covered in blood was the legendary Lord.

I realized it later and was shocked and scared.

The raging fighting spirit that had condensed into substance, interwoven with the few imperial patterns of the Zijun Sword, became extremely terrifying. If Chen Qingyuan wanted to, it would be enough to destroy everything along the way.

Fortunately, Chen Qingyuan still had his sanity and didn't do such a crazy thing. He crossed the major galaxies, and although the commotion he caused was not small, he would not harm others, but only caused some ancient anomalies.

"Where are you going, Your Majesty? Why don't you plan to stop?"

Some of the big guys who were following closely behind had not yet figured out the matter, were confused, and were talking in low voices.