Tian Yuan

The intelligent shadow of the God-Suppressing Bow stood high up, looking down at Chen Qingyuan with a stern face, extremely wary.

Watch your performance and listen to what comes out of your mouth.

After brewing up his emotions, Chen Qingyuan looked at the spiritual shadow sincerely and began to tell the story: "To be honest, I did know Nangong Ge. I poured tea and wine for him and worked like a slave for him..."

Some of the things that happened during his time with Nangong Ge were exaggerated, and the tone of the story was completely changed, as if Chen Qingyuan was oppressed and had a miserable life.

Back then, when Chen Qingyuan was transforming into a mortal and refining his mind in an inn, Nangong Ge came over to take a look at him, and at the same time acted like a customer, instructing Chen Qingyuan to pour wine and serve him.

"You used to be his servant?"

After listening for a long time, Zhenshen Gong asked in a surprised tone. In his opinion, the courage and strength shown by Chen Qingyuan were definitely not ordinary, so how could he fall to this point? It didn't make sense.

"Not really. Anyway, I am often bullied by him."

Chen Qingyuan sighed and looked resentful.

If Nangong Ge heard these words, he would definitely look helpless and call it slander.

"Someone like you is actually being bullied."

Zhenshen Gong was somewhat skeptical and could not believe it. In his opinion, the ability shown by Chen Qingyuan was enough to be regarded as the top in the world and would not be bullied.

“I was still very weak at that time.”

Chen Qingyuan seemed to be stating the facts without blushing or beating his heart.

Vaguely remembering Nangong Ge's domineering figure in destroying the ancient Holy Elephant clan, Zhenshen Gong felt that Chen Qingyuan was more likely to have been bullied when he was young, and now that he had the ability, he wanted to turn the tables and take revenge.

"If we unite, we can avenge our humiliation."

Taking advantage of this moment, Chen Qingyuan extended an invitation again.

With just these few words, there was no flaw to be found, and Zhenshen Gong's hostility was reduced a little. However, he still had no good feelings towards Chen Qingyuan, and his expression was cold and distant: "Your business has nothing to do with me, leave here quickly."

"It is fate that we can meet today." How could Chen Qingyuan return empty-handed? He persisted: "If you miss today's opportunity, your future will be full of difficulties."

"......" Zhenshen Gong was slightly annoyed.

If the strength was sufficient, the God-Suppressing Bow would have condensed a law of energy to expel Chen Qingyuan, so that he wouldn't be bothered by it.

I refused many times, but the other party just wouldn't give in. I was speechless.

A scoundrel is not to be feared, but a scoundrel with ability is to be feared.

You can't drive him away, and you can't convince him.

Headache, ugh!

The more Zhenshen Gong looked at Chen Qingyuan, the more difficult it seemed to him. He asked symbolically, "How do you want to take revenge?"

Chen Qingyuan said: "Catch him, make him work like a slave, and make him suffer."

Zhenshen Gong: "Not killing him?"

Chen Qingyuan: "Killing him is only a temporary relief. Enslaving him and torturing him day and night is the best way to take revenge. A proud person like him is not afraid of death, but he cares most about dignity. Isn't it good for us to slowly trample on his dignity?"

This was true, Zhenshen Gong thought it was very reasonable. There was something wrong, but he couldn't figure it out.

"I don't want to follow anyone, please go back!"

After much thought, Zhenshen Gong did not agree and rejected the invitation again.

Since the soft approach doesn’t work, let’s try another method.

Chen Qingyuan put away the smile on his face, his eyes were cold and fierce: "If you don't want to, I will have to use other means."

After he finished speaking, a sword chanting sound was heard.

"Chong"

The Zijun Sword appeared at his side, and Chen Qingyuan raised his hand and grasped it.

Man and sword become one, like a sword immortal descending to the mortal world, transcending the mundane world, untainted by taboos, and not bound by the great way.

Imperial weapon! Zijun Sword!

The God-Suppressing Bow immediately sensed the fluctuations of the weapon patterns of the same level, and its body tensed up, becoming extremely solemn.

The ancient immortal clan once lived deep in the old land. The imperial soldiers of each clan had exchanges and even frictions.

With just one glance, Zhenshen Gong recognized the Zijun Sword and was very surprised.

Isn't this the ancestral artifact of the Shangqi Emperor Clan? Why is it in this person's hand?

He turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside and had no idea of ​​the specific reason. He was shocked and confused.

During the battle at the Boundary Sea Ruins, the Zijun Sword was damaged and has remained dormant ever since.

If you look closely, you can see a few tiny cracks on the sword and its luster has faded.

Why did Chen Qingyuan take out the Zijun Sword which was still dormant?

If a real fight breaks out, the already damaged Zijun Sword doesn't seem to be suitable and could easily cause further damage.

"Why is the Zijun Sword in your hand? What do you want to do?"

The blue-skinned little boy who was transformed from the spiritual intelligence of the Zhenshen Bow sensed a hint of ill intention from Chen Qingyuan and questioned loudly.

"I have a connection with the Zijun Sword, and you are willing to accompany me." Chen Qingyuan put his left hand behind his back and held the sword in his right hand, answering the two questions seriously: "As for what I want to do now, I might as well tell you. If you don't accompany me, we are not friends. I will lend you the Qiyun to help the Zijun Sword recover."

Intimidation! Coercion!

With the God-Suppressing Bow, the result will naturally be the best.

If you can't get it, you can't just leave like that. You need to do something meaningful.

As both are imperial weapons, they have extraordinary Dao rhyme. Using the instrument rhyme of the Zhenshen Bow to repair the wound of the Zijun Sword is definitely a very effective method.

"Are you threatening me?"

The God-Suppressing Bow was angry.

In an instant, thousands of storms arose in this secret space with chaotic rules, sweeping in all directions, causing extreme terror.

"So what?"

At the same time as he finished speaking, Chen Qingyuan raised his left hand and quelled the turmoil caused by the riot. The huge palm print pressed on the God-Suppressing Bow. Although it could not suppress or seal it, it forced it to mobilize the little remaining instrument energy to resist.

"Boom!"

When the two sides clashed, a huge explosion occurred, and the void between them was reduced to ruins, with waves coming one after another.

The remaining power spread to the outside world through the cracks at the entrance and exit of the secret world.

"Whoops——"

The monks of various races who were outside were shocked and retreated one after another with horror on their faces.

"What a terrifying power of law."

"This guy is about to be kicked out."

"This time the commotion is much bigger than before. I don't know if this person can come out alive."

"It's a pity that there is a ban blocking it. I don't know what happened inside."

Everyone talked to each other, their eyes locked in the direction of the secret world, their hearts tense and their expressions heavy.

Within the secret world, countless laws were stirring, and the rumbling sound gradually weakened.

The reason why Chen Qingyuan took action was to show his ability.

Be tough and don't give up.

Perhaps sensing the imperial pattern rhythm of this area, the Zijun Sword trembled slightly, wanting to wake up and see what the situation was.

Since the sword intends to wake up, Chen Qingyuan will certainly not stop it.

"Zheng!"

After a few breaths, some luster emerged from the surface of the Zijun Sword, the sword hummed faintly, and Taoist patterns surrounded it.