Tian Yuan

As Chen Qingyuan grasped it, the traces of vicissitudes on the surface of the crossbow shattered, and instead burst into dazzling light.

The epidermis fell off, and the stone bow revealed its true appearance, which was the God-Suppressing Bow.

The heroic figure in the high-altitude crack is the historical trace of the Ancient Holy Elephant Emperor, a seal remaining in the God-Suppressing Bow.

One above and one below, two bows to calm the gods.

The arrows shot by Chen Qingyuan and the Holy Elephant Ancient Emperor collided in the sky.

The sound was loud, like a sea of ​​thunder.

The stone platform collapsed and turned into countless pieces.

This territory could not withstand the impact of this force of law and fell into pieces and chaos.

"Boom!"

The sky collapsed and the earth collapsed, and all things were destroyed.

The force of the two arrows colliding was as if hundreds of stars in a galaxy exploded at the same time. The terrifying energy tore the world apart, and no corner could find peace.

"boom!"

There were continuous loud noises and strange lights splashing.

After a while, in a void somewhere where the rules were in turmoil, Chen Qingyuan stood like a pine tree, holding a bow in his left hand.

Chen Qingyuan was naturally inferior to him in terms of archery skills. A shallow wound from an arrow appeared on his body, and the clothes he had just put on were torn.

Looking up, you can see the majestic figure of the Holy Elephant Ancient Emperor.

"This little bit of strength is not enough to suppress me."

Although Chen Qingyuan was at a disadvantage in this competition, he stood proudly with a steady breath.

It was too much for the God-Suppressing Bow to activate the seal of his master during the trial alone. It was impossible to continue. Moreover, he would not be able to suppress Chen Qingyuan in the end, but instead consume all the energy of the master's seal.

The most important thing is that Chen Qingyuan held the crossbow and made it transform and restore its true appearance. In other words, Zhenshen Bow admired Chen Qingyuan from the bottom of his heart, recognized his talent and strength, and intended to follow him.

At the moment of the fight, Chen Qingyuan was under a lot of pressure. After all, he could only use the art of bowing and could not use other means.

Therefore, out of physical instinct, he tightened his grip on the crossbow, and the power that erupted was greater than before, and he took half a step into the realm of returning to nature.

"Incredible."

In the outside world, the little fat boy transformed by the God-Suppressing Bow was stunned and had a strange feeling towards Chen Qingyuan.

"Expected."

Zijun Sword's performance was not very shocking, it was as expected.

"Wow—"

In the trial realm, a strong wind blew.

The figure of the Holy Elephant Ancient Emperor vanished into thin air, and the laws of riot spread to other places.

In the blink of an eye, the world returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

"how?"

Chen Qingyuan glanced around and knew that everything here was captured by the God-Suppressing Bow, so he raised his voice.

"Tear"

A long crack appeared in the void ahead, forming a road leading to the outside world.

As he set foot on this road, the crossbow in Chen Qingyuan's hand turned into smoke and drifted away into the distance.

He glanced into the distance, then quickly looked away, striding away without any attachment to this place.

"puff"

Crossed the crack and returned to the chariot.

Chen Qingyuan sat down in an elegant seat and changed into a clean and comfortable outfit in an instant. As soon as he thought of it, the wine pot flew up and filled a cup.

The wine glass floated to his lips, and then he reached out to take it, put the wine into his mouth, and tasted it carefully.

On the table, the little fat boy in blue stared at Chen Qingyuan with mixed feelings.

"I won."

After drinking several glasses of wine, Chen Qingyuan leaned back in his chair, looking a little lazy with a playful smile.

"Yes."

The little fat boy hesitated for a moment and then admitted it.

"It's only a few hours. Have you forgotten the bet we made?"

Chen Qingyuan got straight to the point.

The little fat boy was silent for a long time, then slowly said, "Of course not."

"That's good."

Chen Qingyuan was very proud, as if he was a gambler who had won a large sum of money in the casino. The joy in his heart was evident on his face and could not be concealed.

"call out--"

A ray of law pattern that is invisible to the naked eye flowed out from the little fat boy's body and floated to the center of Chen Qingyuan's eyebrows.

In an instant, Chen Qingyuan felt a close connection with the God-Suppressing Bow.

From today on, the Zhenshen Bow officially follows Chen Qingyuan. As long as Chen Qingyuan does not make mistakes of principle, the Zhenshen Bow will never leave him.

"We are our brothers from now on, please take care of us."

With just a thought, Chen Qingyuan could sense the state of the God-Suppressing Bow and could control it at will without any constraints.

If you want to unleash the full power of the God-Suppressing Bow, you must improve your own strength.

"Ah."

Although the little fat boy acknowledged his master, he was still rather aloof and sneered.

Then, the little fat boy disappeared, and his intelligence returned to his body. He didn't want to chat with Chen Qingyuan for the time being. He had to digest it and slowly accept this reality.

Thinking back to Chen Qingyuan's performance in the Trial Realm, it was too fierce and unbelievable.

"I don't know whether it is luck or misfortune to fall into his hands."

The Soul-Suppressing Bow, which was shrunken within the Taoist body, was pondering this question alone, feeling both worried and longing for the future.

"Proud."

Chen Qingyuan could probably guess the reason for the indifferent attitude of the God-Suppressing Bow. Not only was he not angry, but he was also very happy and gave his comments.

"Zheng——"

After absorbing a ray of the Emperor's Mark of the God-Suppressing Bow, the Purple Jun Sword was not restored to its original state, but it was much better. If we think of a way later, it will surely be healed. The sword vibrated slightly, agreeing with what Chen Qingyuan said.

"It's understandable that he would be in a bad mood after losing the bet. After a long time, he got used to it."

This time when he came to Dizhou, Chen Qingyuan obtained a large amount of resources from the Phoenix Clan and won the recognition of the God-Suppressing Bow.

Everything is developing in the right direction. I feel happy and relaxed, and the anticipation and hope deep in my eyes have become more intense.

"Chong"

The Zijun sword rang a few times and penetrated into Chen Qingyuan's body.

The atmosphere immediately became quiet, with only Chen Qingyuan sitting alone tasting wine.

Looking into the distance, thoughts extend.

When drinking fine wine alone, I always think of some past events that I don’t want to recall, and a trace of sadness and melancholy emerges in my eyes.

After a while, bringing his thoughts back to reality, Chen Qingyuan threw out a pile of spirit stones and urged the chariot to move faster.

The next task is very simple. Find a secluded and safe place to refine the resources in hand.

The best result is to transform resources into strength.

Otherwise, if you keep it hidden and don't use it, it will most likely be sold to others. For example, Wang Taohua. Another example is Ye Liujun, the ancestor of the Fire Spirit Clan. Many of his good things were taken away by Chen Qingyuan, except for the coffin lid.

This retreat was very serious, and Chen Qingyuan had to find a very safe place without any mistakes. So, he had to search carefully, just in case.

If you are disturbed at a critical moment, failure to break through is a small matter, and you may end up in serious injury.

"Buzz!"

Suddenly, the special black stone in his arms shook slightly.