Tian Yuan

Because Yan Ximeng's power was too terrifying, all the elders were stunned at this moment.They were all affected by the soul sound of their footsteps, and the speed at which they could cast their magical powers was restricted.

In this kind of existential strife, a momentary change will cause terrible consequences.

All the elders looked horrified, thinking that the old man with white beard would probably lose his life.

"boom--"

Suddenly, a faint golden light barrier appeared, which just appeared above the Zijin Ancient Palace, blocking Yan Ximeng's attack.

"I haven't seen you for many years, Yan Daoyou's temper has risen a lot."

Apparently, the old guy who was sitting in the deepest part of the Kunlun Realm made a move.

"I don't like to grind my mouth. I don't want to waste my words on problems that can be solved with fists."

Yan Ximeng stopped in her tracks, her voice was cold.

"It was Daoist Li who said something wrong just now, and he deserves this lesson." The old man's voice was full of vicissitudes: "Your Daoist Yan has already hurt him, please give this old man a little bit of trouble, let's just let it go, let's sit down Have a good talk."

"With all due respect, you have no face with me."

Yan Ximeng speaks very straightforwardly.

The old man was silent for a while, he really didn't expect Yan Ximeng's character to be so upright, so he really refused to take half a step back.

"I can give you a guarantee. I will wait for the relevant forces in the Imperial State, and I will never lay hands on Chen Qingyuan. With such a result, I can calm down!"

Then, the old thing said again.

"I hope you can do what you say."

Yan Ximeng came here today to ease Chen Qingyuan's troubles.

"You are alive, how dare the Kunlun Realm break the agreement."

Old things speak very directly.

The palm of Yan Ximeng just now, if the old man hadn't prepared for defense in advance, the old man with white beard would have died by now.

In Yan Ximeng's view, the power of Shenqiao realm is the same.

At least, when you first entered Shenqiao, it was not worth mentioning.

Yan Ximeng's strength is only stronger than that of Dugu Changkong.

Apart from the first dean, Yan Ximeng is the strongest dean of Daoyi Academy ever.

"A reminder, if you don't have that strength, you will have to think too much about what you say in the future." Yan Ximeng glanced at the white bearded old man who was injured and vomiting blood, and said in a cold voice: "If you want revenge, I will accompany you at any time."

"Don't dare to go down."

The old man with white beard was shocked by the palm, and hurriedly bowed to salute, his eyes were full of fear, and he expressed his apology.

If he had known that Yan Ximeng's strength was much stronger, the old man with white beard would not dare to speak arrogantly.

Even if the white-bearded old man is very angry, he must work hard to suppress it in the deepest part of his heart and not show it.

If Yan Ximeng was really offended to death, he survived this time by luck, and he will not be so lucky in the future.

Living is the kingly way, as for things like face, it is nothing to worry about.

After finishing the work, Yan Ximeng can just turn around, simply and neatly.

"Fellow Daoist stay behind."

The old thing suddenly stopped.

"What, do you want to start?"

Yan Ximeng turned her head and said.

"I don't mean that." The old man said, "My fellow Taoist's breath is unstable, could it be that he was injured?"

"Yes." Yan Ximeng said bluntly: "Over the years, I have gone to Shenqiao many times, and I almost didn't come back alive."

This is the reason why the dean disappeared for more than five thousand years.

"Is there any gain?"

Hearing this, the old man became short of breath, and hurriedly asked.

A group of bigwigs standing at the gate of the Zijin Ancient Palace stared intently, wanting to know some secrets.

"Yes." Yan Ximeng replied.

"May I..." The old man's words were somewhat pleading.

However, before the old man could finish his sentence, Yan Ximeng interrupted directly: "Why should I tell you what I have found through life and death many times."

"The old man is willing to pay the price, we can discuss it slowly."

said the old thing.

"There is no discussion for now." Yan Ximeng didn't say too much: "If there is a chance in the future, let's talk about this matter again!"

"Okay." The old man knew Yan Ximeng's temperament very well, and he didn't dare to push too hard, so he had to stop that thought for now.

"Of course, if you really want to know, you can take advantage of my injury and join forces to deal with me."

Yan Ximeng gave everyone a good suggestion, the corners of her mouth raised slightly.

"Friend Daoist is joking."

The old man joked.

"If the opportunity is missed, it will be gone in the future. Don't you really think about it?"

Yan Ximeng encouraged.

"Fellow Daoist, please go slowly."

In this regard, the old things are sent directly to customers.

Speaking of this, Yan Ximeng didn't stay any longer and left with the wind and clouds.

In fact, the old man had the idea of ​​keeping Yan Ximeng here more than once.However, reason told him not to do so, which could have dire consequences.

Maybe they can really kill Yan Ximeng together, but it is estimated that more than half of them will have to be buried with them.Those who survived were probably half dead.

Yan Ximeng's ability to go deep into the Shenqiao several times without destroying it is enough to explain a lot of problems.

Immediately afterwards, Kunlun Realm issued an order.

The great powers of the 36 sects of Dizhou did not allow them to take action against Chen Qingyuan, and if anyone violated them, they would be executed without mercy.

wow——

This matter spread to the ears of the high-level officials of the major holy places, causing quite a stir.

Although the strong men were very puzzled, they did not dare to violate it.

"Everyone, please!"

As a result, all the strong men in the Dizhou retreated to the rear, giving way to an extremely wide avenue, allowing Yu Chenran and others to leave without stopping.

How could outsiders know what happened in Kunlun Realm.

"Let's go!"

Yu Chenran took Chen Qingyuan with him, and disappeared with a "whoosh".

Sword fairy Li Muyang and Yu Chenran walked together to protect Chen Qingyuan and prevent him from being ambushed by powerful enemies.

The Feast of Hundred Meridians has come to an end at this moment.

"It's over, let's go back!"

The senior leaders of the sects took the younger generation Tianjiao back, thinking about what happened along the way, their expressions often changed, they were shocked again and again, and it was difficult to calm down.

"The world will not be peaceful."

The same is true for the younger generation, immersed in the battle scenes of Wu Junyan, Chen Qingyuan, Dongtu Fozi, Jiang Liubai and others, unable to return to their senses for a long time.

"100 yuan high-grade spirit stone, the most explosive news at present. One person and one jade slip, you can communicate in private, but you can't spread it intentionally, otherwise the chamber of commerce will definitely be held accountable."

Many forces began to publicize what happened on Baichenxing in order to earn a lot of spirit stones.

In just a few days, the prosperous area of ​​Dizhou has already spread.

It will take some time for the Northern Wilderness and Western Borders, etc. After the various sects return, there will be a shocking storm.

Chen Qingyuan was protected by Yu Chenran and rushed all the way to Beihuang.

Dugu Changkong took Wu Junyan to another place, but his whereabouts are unknown.

Dongtu Fozi couldn't keep up with Yu Chenran's speed, so he couldn't stay by Chen Qingyuan's side.Besides, he knew that Chen Qingyuan would definitely not be in danger now, so he planned to go back to Buddhism, and wanted to talk to the old monk about some things.

About the love history of the old monk, and about Chen Qingyuan.

If I mentioned the owner of the Ewha Palace in the Southern Territory, would Master beat me up?

On the way, Buddha thought about this question in his heart.

In a blink of an eye, half a year later.

Chen Qingyuan lay in a quiet room in the Daoyi Academy, and woke up faintly.