Tian Yuan

Both sides are top evildoers in the world, the gap in cultivation base, what will Chen Qingyuan use to make up for it?

Ye Jincheng stared at Chen Qingyuan, feeling that there was a layer of fog on the other person's body, making it hard to see through.

"Zheng-"

What responded to Ye Jincheng was the chant of the spear, which shattered the sky and pierced through the sea of ​​clouds, as if splitting the sky into two.

"boom!"

Ye Jincheng met each other with fists, and the sea of ​​flames exploded, splashing in all directions.

Broken stars, collapsing order.

It all proved the fierceness of this battle, and there was a lot of commotion.

Practitioners living in the nearby stars noticed this place and cast their gazes.

"It's such a strong breath, it must be that two great powers are fighting."

For the cultivators of Fuliu Starfield, Transcending Tribulation Period is already a powerful figure out of reach.As for the higher Mahayana, it is unimaginable.

"Compared to them, I'm still far behind."

Ye Yu asked himself, if he was in the center of the battlefield, he would have been torn to pieces by the storm at this moment.

"Little Junior Brother."

Somewhere in the void, Lin Changsheng didn't dare to be distracted, for fear that Chen Qingyuan would fall into death, and he wouldn't be able to protect it if he didn't pay attention.

The war is not over, it is still going on.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The battle intensified, Ye Jincheng's fist speed became faster and faster, and the Dao map condensed in the void had cracks, which was obviously beyond the limit of his body.

Forcibly using the imperial technique, the pressure is too heavy.

I thought that Chen Qingyuan could be taken down in a short period of time, but who would have thought that it would not be successful for so long.

If he stopped at this time, Ye Jincheng's aura would definitely be greatly reduced. At that time, Chen Qingyuan would definitely take advantage of the victory to pursue him, and most likely he would lose.

"tear--"

The spear sliced ​​through Ye Jincheng's arm, the flesh was ripped open, and blood gushed out.

"boom--"

The thick fist hit Chen Qingyuan's heart, and his chest was sunken, causing the internal organs to twitch violently, and the blood flowed backwards, almost overflowing from his mouth.

In the dark and oppressive battlefield environment, the "boom" sound of shattering stars never dissipated.

The area of ​​the battlefield was turned into countless huge stones, some of which floated into the depths of the starry sky, and some were shattered into pieces by the aftermath of the battle.

"Whoosh-"

After fighting for hundreds of rounds, Ye Jincheng didn't want to procrastinate any longer. Being in a state of overload for a long time would have too much impact on his body.

"You can only gamble once!"

Ye Jincheng planned to use a trick that had not been practiced. Although there was a lot of risk, he had to do so in order to win this battle.

The monstrous real fire that permeated from the body gradually changed.

Chen Qingyuan caught a trace of abnormality, a little nervous, and became more serious.

"The young master will be fine!"

"This son can make Ye Yu follow him sincerely. He really is not a mediocre person, and should not be underestimated."

"I believe in the young patriarch's ability, he will be the ultimate winner."

The few clan elders who were secretly observing, really did not expect that their peers from outside could force Ye Jincheng to such a position, it was unbelievable, a fantasy.

Nine flames, burning thousands of miles of space, surrounded Chen Qingyuan, leaving him nowhere to escape.

Immediately afterwards, Ye Jincheng's whole body showed complex dao patterns, densely packed without gaps.

He embraced the circle with both hands, left up and right down.

He lowered his eyebrows and recited the mantra, and the Youhuo swayed accordingly.

Borrowing a wisp of the emperor's pattern, melting into the real fire on his body, forcibly increasing the burning power of the Youhuo.

In the process of studying Zhenjun Lidao's Six Paths of Longevity Fist, Ye Jincheng comprehended a little bit of the emperor's pattern on the emperor's art.Over the years, he had the idea of ​​controlling the power of this ray of emperor pattern more than once, but unfortunately he hesitated and dared not try.

Today, facing a strong enemy like Chen Qingyuan, Ye Jincheng knew that it would be very difficult to win, so he might as well fight with his back.

"Boom!"

The void tens of thousands of miles around is shattering.

Before Ye Jincheng could attack with all his strength, the flames had already spread to Chen Qingyuan's body, devouring all the protective profound energy around him, and hitting Huanglong directly.

"It's different."

Chen Qingyuan clearly sensed the change in the power of the flame, which was much more terrifying than before.

"thump--"

After a few breaths, the tattered white robe that was stained with blood started to burn.The fire was so intense that it was difficult for Chen Qingyuan to extinguish it in a short time.

As a last resort, Chen Qingyuan had to tear off his clothes, leaving only his pants.

Unexpectedly, just tore off the clothes and let them be burned, the trousers began to catch fire.

The dark flames seemed to come from the Nine Netherworld Prison. Sometimes they were cold and biting, and sometimes they were as strong as the sun. It was very strange.

The ghostly fire at this moment is enough to threaten the life of early Mahayana monks.

Relying on the incomplete method of understanding the emperor's pattern, Ye Jincheng's unleashed combat power became even more terrifying.

"Zizzizi..."

Chen Qingyuan circulated his spiritual power and wrapped the flames at the bottom of his trousers.Unfortunately, it can only slow down the burning speed of the flame, but cannot completely extinguish it.

In addition, the sea of ​​fire overwhelmed Chen Qingyuan in an instant.

Even though he tried his best to deal with it and prevented most of the flames from approaching, there were still moments of negligence.

A faint fire burned a few strands of black hair, which were attached to the skin on the arms and back.

The tingling sensation struck instantly, hitting the soul directly.

The skin was scorched black, and the flesh and blood began to rot.

After a little longer, the flames burned that part of flesh and blood to ashes.

It's nothing, what's scary is that the power of the ghostly fire swims along the blood vessels towards every part of the body, if it is not stopped, the whole body will burn.

At that time, both inside and outside will be destroyed, and there is no doubt that they will die.

Chen Qingyuan frowned slightly, and the spear in his hand seemed to be affected by the flames. It peeled off a layer of skin and made a slight trembling sound.

In the battle with Ye Yu back then, Chen Qingyuan let him burn without even hurting his skin.

In comparison, the gap is really not a star and a half.

"Quick battle, no delay."

Running spiritual power can only suppress the devouring speed of the ghost fire.If you want to solve it completely, you can only solve this battle as soon as possible.

The Samsara Sea is running fast, and the battle body is tense.

The dead silence in his eyes became a bit stronger.

Inexplicably, the blurred picture fragments in Chen Qingyuan's mind seemed to become clearer.

Suddenly, somewhere in the memory fragments, a man strode forward, only his back.

The blurred figure gradually became clear, and suddenly stopped.

Chen Qingyuan seemed to be in the perspective of God, watching the memory picture in his mind.

The man stopped, turned around and raised his eyes, just in time to meet Chen Qingyuan's eyes.

In an instant, time stood still.

The contours of the faces of the two of them are like those carved out by a knife, and they are generally the same.

Those eyes are slightly different.

The eyes in the memory are extremely indifferent, seeing through the essence of the world, and belittle the cycle of life and death.

Chen Qingyuan's eyes, although there is a breath of death, but there is a bit more smell of fireworks in the world, more like a person living in the world of mortals, possessing all kinds of emotions and six desires, without the stubbornness of chasing the road.

Is that...me?

For the first time, Chen Qingyuan saw his figure in the unknown memory fragments, so clear, so unreal after endless years, as if he had an unspeakable dream.