Tian Yuan

The son came out of the mountain, and the wind was surging.

This day will definitely be recorded in Langya Villa.

On this day, many old guys may get the news and pay more attention to the whereabouts of Prince Langya.

On this day, the undercurrent of the Great World War will become more interesting due to the entry of Prince Langya.

The raindrops fell on the oil-paper umbrella and slid down the umbrella ribs.

"Tick tock, tick tock..."

The sound of water droplets touched Nangongge's heart.

Looking into the distance, it seems to see a chessboard.The chess game outlined by the myriad ways of heaven and earth is all-encompassing, a chaotic spectacle, and extremely complicated.

"If you enter the chess game today, do you become a chess piece or a chess player?"

The corners of Nangongge's mouth rose slightly, this rain seemed to be the melody of the way of heaven and earth, welcoming him into the world.

After leaving Langya Mountain Villa, some old things in Dizhou wanted to find the trace of Nangongge.

Exerting top-notch techniques to detect, nothing was found, and there was no trace to be found.

With a flick of his sleeve, Nangongge covered his own aura, blending into the chaos, and no mortal could peek at it.

It's hard to imagine that this is something that a practitioner who has just stepped into the Golden Core Realm can do.

"My lord, where are we going?"

After walking a long distance, Dongxue and Dieyu couldn't help asking.

Don't look at them as maids, they are at least the existence of candidate saints in other forces.The age is only five hundred years old, and he is already a monk in the body-fitting state, and his combat power is not bad.

Being Nangongge's maid was not a humiliation to them, but an honor.

"Beihuang."

Chen Qingyuan seemed to appear in front of Nangongge's eyes, he paused slightly, and said with a light smile.

Nangongge can figure out the causal relationship between Buddhism and You Clan with a little effort.However, there is nothing about Chen Qingyuan's traces.

Therefore, Nangongge thought that Chen Qingyuan had stayed in Beihuang and wanted to go there.

In fact, Chen Qingyuan was located deep in the old soil of the Dizhou, and was brandishing the sword in his hand, sharpening his Taoist body and increasing his strength.

"I heard that there is a mausoleum of the quasi-emperor in the ancient world."

Dieyu reported in a low voice.

"The tomb of Emperor Qiyou Zhun should be a top mighty statue from ancient times."

Dongxue agreed.

"It's just the tomb of the quasi-emperor, it doesn't appeal to me."

With Nan Gongge's ability, he can already deduce many traces of the ancient times, and he has some understanding of the life and deeds of Emperor Qiyou Zhun.

It's really strange that these words came from the mouth of a Golden Core cultivator.The good fortune of Zhundi's tomb is not attractive, it's too pretentious.

The two maids looked calm and thought it was very normal.

Even if there is no quasi-emperor in today's era.

If Nangong Ge wanted to, she could even detect a trace of taboo.

"This rain is getting heavier and heavier."

It has been raining for several days without stopping.

After being washed by the rain, the ground became muddy and the road was difficult to walk.

Obviously, you can take flying treasures such as warships, but you have to walk slowly.According to this speed, Nangong Ge would not be able to reach Beihuang after traveling for a thousand years.

"Long way to go slowly."

Sometimes walking in the rain, sometimes borrowing the method of teleportation.

Nangongge rushed to Beihuang in no hurry, admiring the scenery outside, every plant and tree has its own way, it is worth pondering.

This is Nangong Ge's first time going out, of course, don't be impatient, you need to enjoy it.

......

Old soil, an area covered by red mist.

Chen Qingyuan fought with that young emperor for several days, but the winner has not yet been decided.

There were scars on both sides.

Old wounds are healed, and new wounds are added.

Holding the Seven Star Baijue Sword in his hand, he picked out a sword flower and cut off a finger of the young emperor.

The young emperor did not change his face, no longer hiding his clumsiness, and decided to use the ultimate technique in the emperor's scriptures.

Behind it, a full moon condenses.

After several days of fighting, no one showed their real cards.

Chen Qingyuan needs to sharpen his Dao body slowly, and of course he won't do his best at the beginning to show the enemy his weakness, and enlighten Dao in the process of fighting.

Now, the young emperor has activated the method of the emperor's scriptures, and visions appear.

"Full moon, the power of extreme yin."

Chen Qingyuan looked up at the strange full moon, flipped through the memories in his mind, and finally guessed the origin of the opponent.

"Learning to God, Taiyin Emperor Sutra."

Chen Qingyuan got a lot of good things in the secret realm where the spirit and wisdom of Emperor Taiwei Soldiers lived. There are countless ancient books, which record many outstanding people from the past.

Just based on this full moon and the demeanor shown by the young emperor before, it is enough to deduce it.

Come to the emperor, practice the law of Taiyin, and create the Taiyin Emperor Sutra.

He once ruled an era. Although he was not as good as Taiwei, he was not an ordinary emperor either.

"interesting."

Chen Qingyuan became excited, and felt that the blood in his whole body began to boil.

The young emperor was originally the strongest person in the same realm in a certain era.Now he can still control the Emperor Sutra that was only realized at the peak period, and his strength has skyrocketed, surpassing the limit of the world.

However, Chen Qingyuan was not an ordinary person, not only did he not have a trace of panic, on the contrary, he was filled with anticipation.

"war!"

Chen Qingyuan's eyes changed subtly, as if projecting the general shape of Samsara Sea.The Daowei emanating from his body has already far surpassed the level of the Composite Realm.

Hold the sword and go up to fight the young emperor head-on.

"call out!"

The young emperor flicked his finger, and the fingertips gathered the power of the emperor's scriptures, which could already suppress the existence of the four realms of crossing the catastrophe.However, the cultivation level shown by itself is only in the late stage of integration.

In the world, those who can defeat most people in the same realm can be called the pride of heaven.

If you can fight across the ranks, across three or two small realms, and still win, you deserve the name of evildoer.

As for the battle between Chen Qingyuan and the young emperor, it has gone beyond the category of evildoers.

Stepped into forbidden territory.

"boom!"

The sword light collided with the prestige, and the laws repelled each other, forming an extremely huge bursting storm, like a fierce beast opened its bloody mouth, revealing its scarlet sharp fangs, trying to devour everything.

This battle will definitely continue for some time.

Chen Qingyuan enjoyed the tingling pain of being injured, and was able to move forward fiercely, knowing that he could still become stronger.

As long as he is strong enough, he can break through barriers one after another and reach his own limit. Even if the opponent of the same realm is a young emperor, he must be defeated with a domineering attitude.

Only when you have reached that step can you be called invincible.

I came to the world, yearning for heights.

For this reason, we will overcome obstacles and never back down.

Or go to the top step by step.

Either shed all the blood on his body and fall on the road.

"This is my way!"

Chen Qingyuan's eyes were fierce, and with his own strength, he met the opponent who controlled the emperor's scripture.

The blood soaked through the clothes, but it couldn't shake Chen Qingyuan's heart.

The firm gaze carried a bit of ruthlessness.

Swinging out sword after sword, shattered the power of the sun covering the whole body, and kept getting closer to the opponent, allowing the Taoist body to bear this pressure and slowly transform.