Tian Yuan

Taiwei's remnant thoughts can't last long. I'm afraid that before Chen Qingyuan returns to the bridge, his own consciousness will dissipate and the bridge will collapse.

If the Shenqiao collapses, there will be no great emperor in the world, and even the quasi-emperor is not worthy of existence.

Time is running out, and Chen Qingyuan has to grow up quickly to catch the ducks on the shelves.

The snow scene is so beautiful that people can't help but look at it a few more times and sigh inwardly.

The extreme cold has produced countless coquettish and beautiful glazed silver flowers, showing perfection.

The red mist on the edge of the snowy area is like a huge palm formed by the ancient years, slowly protruding, the invisible sense of oppression continues to rise, and the sense of suffocation hits the face.

"Just ask my peers, who can compare with me?"

Suddenly, a domineering voice came from the end of the snow-capped mountain, shaking the world and making the sky full of snowflakes.

The traces of the past years, the will of the heroes of the old times.

Hearing this, Chen Qingyuan's whole body tensed up, and he couldn't help looking at the direction of the sound, his hands clenched into fists, feeling uneasy.

In the next journey, Chen Qingyuan will face countless difficulties, which will be unforgettable in his life.

A young man in a jade robe stepped out of nowhere.

With every step, the sky and the earth would tremble, and the silver flower formed by the condensed ice would shatter and turn into crystal light spots, blowing along with the cold wind.

Every snowflake that floated over turned into the sharpest blade in the world, heading towards Chen Qingyuan.

"Is this the trace of the years?"

Chen Qingyuan raised his eyes, and saw at a glance that the jade-robed man coming from a distance was not made of flesh and blood, his eyelids trembled slightly, and the strange color on his face disappeared in an instant, and he became calm.

He glanced at the red mist rising in the distance again, combined with the remaining wisps of the law of time in the void.

With Chen Qingyuan's level of intelligence, he couldn't guess where he was.

"Old soil!"

I actually went back to the old land.

Deep in his heart, deep doubts arose, and panic and embarrassment flashed across his eyes.

Activate the dean's talisman, even if there is a slight mistake on the way, you will definitely not stay away from Daoyi Academy.

However, when Chen Qingyuan opened his eyes again, he came to the old land of Dizhou.

Dizhou is far away from Beihuang, spanning countless star fields, as well as the boundary sea where laws are extremely chaotic.

With a formation talisman, a living person can cross the endless void.

It is no exaggeration to say that Dean Daoyi has no such qualifications at all.

Even the quasi-emperor might not be able to do it.

"My fate, has someone meddled?"

Staring at the young man in jade robe who was pressing closer, Chen Qingyuan didn't panic or fear.At this moment, he looked extraordinarily calm.

There are no more emotional fluctuations in the eyes, and they are extremely indifferent.

Looking back on the past, when did Chen Qingyuan's life change?

Stepping into Tianyuan hundreds of years ago, I met a girl in red.

The trajectory of the wheel then develops in another direction.

"Is a blessing or a curse?"

Chen Qingyuan didn't know who was behind the scenes.

From the current point of view, the existence of the dark place should not be hostile.If you want to deal with Chen Qingyuan who is in the Composite Realm, it's too simple, there's no need to set up a trap, it's unnecessary.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the jade-robed young man stood on a high place like a god, covering him with one palm.

Chen Qingyuan didn't have time to think about more things, so he responded immediately.

With a flick of his sleeve, countless snowflakes around him were frozen in the void.

With a thought, Wan Xue danced and met the palm of the jade-robed youth, slowly devouring the surging palm power, and finally exhausted it.

"kill!"

The eyes of the jade-robed youth were empty, without any personal feelings.This space of the past years carried a trace of the will of his body, displaying the strongest combat power when he was young.

Although Chen Qingyuan didn't know the origin and name taboo of the jade-robed youth, but it could be engraved by the law of time in the old earth, presumably he had a good reputation in the ancient times.

"Disperse."

Chen Qingyuan grabbed a frozen boulder from the air, and instantly refined the boulder into a three-foot stone sword.Holding the stone sword lightly in his right hand, he swung it out without haste.

"Boom!"

Void cracks appeared where the jade-robed youth was, and the shattered dark space devoured the area, like a greedy evil spirit, gnawing on it non-stop.

Instead of using the Dao treasure spiritual weapon on his body, he took things at will to form a sword, not because of Chen Qingyuan, but because he had other plans.

Since shaping the foundation of Samsara Sea, Chen Qingyuan has never really experienced the power of his own talent.

"An unknown existence sent me to the old land. No matter what the purpose is, this opportunity must not be wasted."

Outside, Chen Qingyuan must wear a mask and live carefully.

With the true origin exposed, Daoyi Academy can cover the bottom line and block the pressure from all parties.

If the foundation of Samsara Sea is spread out, without enough strength to support it, it is likely to become a plaything in the palm of others.

This world may not be as simple as it seems on the surface.

Those old things hiding in the dark, if they really found out about Chen Qingyuan's physical changes, they would definitely show their sharp and ferocious fangs, open their bloody mouths, and fight desperately.

"Here, I don't have to hide."

Chen Qingyuan's suppressed emotion began to vent slowly.

In the eyes of the world, he is the inheritor of the Qingzong, and also a leader of the younger generation, with a profound background and a world-renowned reputation.

In fact, he is lonely.

A person stands on the tip of a knife and dances. If he makes a wrong step, he will fall into the quagmire and cannot extricate himself.

"Then... kill!"

Staring at the jade-robed youth who attacked again, Chen Qingyuan's eyes showed a little scarlet, and an indescribable cold and lonely smell emanated from his body.

At this moment, Chen Qingyuan seemed to have become another person, completely opposite to before.

Schizophrenia?

Or is the trace of the past consciousness silently occupying the soul?

No matter in the past or now, there is only one Chen Qingyuan.

The man who used to be was a ruthless seeker who pursued the way and the truth.

Now it is a black-bellied and money-greedy person who cherishes family and friends very much.

In the dantian world, the sea of ​​reincarnation is running.

Chen Qingyuan slowly felt the power erupting from his body, and he raised his hand to destroy the supernatural powers of the jade-robed youth, causing hundreds of icebergs to soar into the sky in a single thought, smashing them all out.

"嘭, 嘭,. ..."

The jade-robed youth was pushed back by the iceberg, and the power of law condensed from his body was suppressed by an inexplicable force, making it irresistible.

In a battle of the same realm, Chen Qingyuan is like a high-ranking king, who can suppress opponents with a single gesture.

In just dozens of rounds, the jade-robed youth lost his original heroic appearance, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were torn, and he looked embarrassed.

"You are too weak."

Chen Qingyuan climbed into the air in one step, and stood on top of the jade-robed youth.Indifferent words, ruthless eyes.

Pressing his right hand forward, the jade-robed young man's body became distorted, without the slightest ability to resist, it collapsed with a "bang", and disappeared in smoke.