Tian Yuan

The silver gun revived, attracting Da Dao's attention.

"Zheng-"

Under such circumstances, Silver Spear knew that it was impossible to stay by Chen Qingyuan's side.Not only the power of the great way, but also related to the situation in the world.

With Chen Qingyuan's ability, keeping the silver spear on his body is a disaster rather than a blessing.

"call out!"

Without hesitation, the tip of the silver spear tore through the void, crossed countless star fields, and disappeared.

The power of the avenue disappeared at the same time, chasing after the silver gun.

As for Chen Qingyuan, he glanced into the distance, raised his tripod and stepped to the old soil covered in red mist, but he was nowhere to be seen.

Why did the silver gun recover, why he could control the ancient black cauldron and other issues.

Chen Qingyuan didn't think about it, he would get the answer later.

He is very tired now, and he has no extra energy to think about where the silver gun has gone.Now he has only one thought, to make proper arrangements for Qingzong, and there must be no mistakes.

Endless red mist, where should Chen Qingyuan relocate Qingzong?

"Boom boom..."

In the ears, there were bursts of sounds, which were also mixed with the shouts of killing from the end of the years.

The red mist of the old earth contains the power of the law of time.

Chen Qingyuan stopped for a while, looking at the red mist around him, feeling a little confused.

In what direction was the ancient city he entered the last time he came?

Is it the guidance of fate, or an accidental touch?

After thinking for a while, Chen Qing's energy from Zhiheiding was almost exhausted, so he had to make a quick choice.

So, Chen Qingyuan closed his eyes, and started to move forward relying on the intuition deep in his heart.

Close your eyes and try to move forward.

Swords and swords flashed around him, and the sound of fighting echoed in his ears.

The traces of time cannot affect Chen Qingyuan's pace, nor can he shake his firm heart.

Whenever there is an ancient time force rushing towards Chen Qingyuan, there will be an unknown force passing by, and everything will return to calm.

The thick red mist contains unimaginable power, and the naked eye and spiritual sense are all ineffective.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Chen Qingyuan had already reached his limit.

There were dozens of hideous wounds on his body, and his body was tilted, as if he was about to be crushed by the black cauldron.

Hei Ding didn't want to do that either, but it couldn't control it.There is only a small amount of power left, which can only be used to protect Qingzong, follow Chen Qingyuan's order, and there must be no mistakes.

"Da da da......"

Chen Qingyuan walked forward with great difficulty, no matter what dangerous place ahead, he couldn't stop him.

It is necessary for Qingzong to find a peaceful place in the old land, so that he will not worry about being invaded by foreign enemies, so he can take it slowly.

"Doom!"

Cracks began to appear in Hei Ding's body, which was damaged due to forcibly protecting Qingzong.

Once the clan is moved, Heiding will not be able to devour resources.

It has only one-tenth of its wisdom left, and it is already the limit to protect Qingzong.

If the sect was relocated while refining the resources, it would be very easy to refine the Qingzong in the cauldron together.

"boom!"

Chen Qingyuan couldn't bear it any longer, suddenly his body tilted, and he half-kneeled on the ground, with blood continuously flowing from the wound, looking miserable.

"It should... be here!"

A touch deep in the soul made Chen Qingyuan slowly open his eyes.

Open your eyes, the surrounding red mist is thinner.

Not far ahead, an ancient city stands tall and has existed in the world for an unknown number of years. The mottled marks on the walls are all footprints left by time.

"out!"

With the last bit of strength, Chen Qingyuan drank hoarsely. When he opened his mouth, the mouth was full of thick blood, and the blood on the teeth was pulled into a line, which was very clear.

His eyes were bloodshot like spider webs.

In fact, Hei Ding couldn't hold it anymore, he had already reached his limit.

Even at the price of Ding Po Ling San, Hei Ding persisted.

"boom--"

Hearing Chen Qingyuan's order, the mouth of the black cauldron erupted with extremely strong energy, and a star slowly floated up.

The members of the Qingzong inside the cauldron had no idea what was going on outside.

At this time, a faint ray of light shone in, everyone in Qingzong tensed up and looked up.

Before falling asleep, Chen Qingyuan kept looking up.

When he saw the vague Qingzong people, a sad smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"puff"

Chen Qingyuan was tired, fell to the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and just fell asleep.

When he was about to faint, Chen Qingyuan vaguely heard the anxious call of the senior brother, and the heart-piercing "little brother" sounded like a lullaby for falling asleep.

......

Outside, the vast sea of ​​stars.

The people in the world have not recovered from what happened just now, there is silence, and the scene is extremely strange.

The devil blocked the way and guarded the stele with a knife.

The silver gun entered the WTO, and the world changed drastically.

With a huge tripod in one hand, he walked in blood.

Until now, when Chen Qingyuan's figure disappeared in the old land, people's eyes gradually had other colors, and they were still replaying everything just now in their minds.

"The news came that the silver gun with a mysterious origin went to Ziyun Mountain. There were seventeen thunderbolts on the road, and the territory around Ziyun Mountain was shattered, leaving only the lonely mountain standing."

Ziyun Mountain not only has a trace of the law of the will of heaven, but also contains ancient power.

Therefore, even if the thunder is rolling, it is difficult to shake the mountain.

Back in the day, Sword Immortal Chang Gung fought on the mountain twice, but both ended in failure.That scene is as vivid as yesterday.

The silver gun was stuck in a certain position in Ziyun Mountain, its luster was dim, and several cracks appeared on the gun body, which seemed irreparable and serious.

The spiritual wisdom of the treasure gun has just fallen into a deep sleep, and I don't know when it will wake up next time.

It chose to fall into the area of ​​Ziyun Mountain in order not to be captured by others.This place is not accessible to ordinary people, even Shenqiao has to weigh the consequences.

Moreover, it deliberately exposed its whereabouts and stayed in Ziyun Mountain, because it did not want Chen Qingyuan to become a target of public criticism.

When you stand on a high place, come and find me again.

I lie here quietly, waiting for your return.

The traces of the silver gun will soon spread all over the world.At that time, there must be strong people who can't bear to covet and want to set foot on Ziyun Mountain.

In the years to come, there will definitely be many strong people who died in Ziyun Mountain.

Of course, in this cruel world where interests are the most important thing, some guys still refuse to back down knowing that it is a dangerous place with a narrow escape.Because there are always some idiots who think that they are the children of destiny, born extraordinary, and can be blessed by God.

As everyone knows, the world is endlessly prosperous, and it is not easy for ordinary people to live. How can they have the right to touch things that do not belong to them.Without strength, forcing those things will only lead you into the abyss, beyond redemption.

Everyone understands the truth, but it is difficult to really control the evil thoughts in your heart!

"After today, there will be no trace of Qingzong in this starry sky. The old land is the destination."

Everyone looked at the old land one after another, with complicated emotions.

"The figure of Chen Qingyuan will be deeply imprinted in the minds of countless people and will never go away."

Walking with the tripod in hand, the clan moved.Even the strong men of all races, who are used to the storm, couldn't help shaking their spirits and saying admiration.

"There are countless murderous opportunities in the old land. The Qingzong moved to the old land, and the possibility of surviving is too low."

Mahayana monks who have been to the old land, whenever they recalled the experience of the old land, they would break out in a cold sweat and feel terrified.

Today's scuffle came to an end when Chen Qingyuan stepped into the red mist of the old land.