Chaos God's Nest

Who was there in Yanqiong Mountain? He noticed it the moment Bing Xuantian released his murderous intent.

He glanced at Bing Xuantian thoughtfully, and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Miss! Did you see it? Let me just say, Xiao Huangzi is the best!" Qing'er happily took Yan Keke's arm and said.

"Ok!"

Yan Keke's expression on the surface did not change much, but the horror in his eyes was very obvious.

The clan leader, Yan Qingtian, was watching Yan Xiaohuang closely.

He knew in his heart that the technique practiced by Yan Xiaohuang was the "Taichu True Interpretation" that he gave to him, but judging from the form in front of him, it was obviously not something that Taichu's "Taichu True Interpretation" could help him do.

Thinking of this, Yan Qingtian seemed to suddenly think of something, turned around, and left quietly.

Right now, there was an extremely important thing that needed to be confirmed by him personally. It was not only related to the future of the entire Lieyang Saint Clan, but also involved the past of the Lieyang Saint Clan.

In the Sutra Pavilion, Yan Qingtian quickly walked up to the third floor.

After seeing the fragment of the scroll on the third floor of the Tibetan Scripture Pavilion disappearing, Yan Qingtian's face immediately darkened.

Then he walked out of the Sutra Pavilion and asked the two guards standing by: "Has anyone been to the Sutra Pavilion in the past month?"

"Hui Clan Chief, guard Yan Xiaohuang came here with your token a month ago!" the guard bowed and replied respectfully.

Hearing this, a strange look flashed in Yan Qingtian's eyes, and he ignored the guards and hurried towards the martial arts training ground.

At this time, on the martial arts training ground, with Yan Xiaohuang and Bing Hongfang at the center, two waves of icy cold air burst out in all directions.

Seeing that Yan Xiaohuang was not only able to use his own clan's magic, but also seemed to understand it even more perfectly than himself, Bing Hongfang felt like there were thousands of insects and ants crawling in his heart, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

On the other side, facing thousands of ice arrows attacking him, Yan Xiaohuang remained calm and composed.

Making a hand seal, he took a step forward and saw thousands of snowflakes turning into sharp ice blades in the blink of an eye, fighting back at Bing Hongfang.

The ice blade and the ice arrow collided together, and both shattered, turning into ice crystals scattered across the sky and scattered on the ground.

"Is this a magic that is cast by being one with nature? It really has something unique!" Yan Xiaohuang murmured.

At this moment, he realized something again.

"You die for me!"

Bing Hongfang was completely furious. He looked up to the sky and roared. The cold air around his body became more and more solid, turning into a giant ice cone, and under its urging, he attacked Yan Xiaohuang.

This was his strongest attack so far. Once upon a time, he had defeated countless geniuses in his clan with this attack.

"You haven't fully understood the Mysterious Ice Art yet, so let me teach you what the real Mysterious Ice Art is!" Yan Xiaohuang said softly with a smile on his lips.

Hearing what Yan Xiaohuang said, Bing Hongfang's face showed anger, and he said angrily: "How dare you say that my treasure technique has not been fully understood yet? You are bragging, I think you are looking for death!"

In this regard, Yan Xiaohuang did not make any answer, but told Bing Hongfang with his actions.

In his hands, the mysterious ice art seemed to be alive, and blue ice lotuses bloomed under his feet.

Then a phoenix cry sounded, and it was a phoenix evolved from ice crystals. It was lifelike and roared out with full of vitality, flying towards the giant ice cone that Bing Hongfang was attacking.

Click!

As the giant ice cone shattered, the phoenix still moved forward, flying towards Bing Hongfang wrapped in the supreme cold air.

Bing Hongfang obviously couldn't believe it. His eyes were dull and he shouted loudly: "No! Impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the ice crystal phoenix had already arrived in front of him.

Outside the court, Bing Xuantian's face immediately showed anger when he saw this.

"You little bastard! How dare you!"

As soon as the words fell, Bing Xuantian's figure flashed and he was in front of Bing Hongfang in the blink of an eye.

With a wave of his sleeve, the ice crystal phoenix suddenly shattered.

Then he waved his big hand again and waved out a palm seal, intending to take advantage of the situation to kill Yan Xiaohuang.

Yan Xiaohuang was extremely weak at this time because he had just over-exhausted his spiritual energy and used the Xuan Bing Bao Technique.

His face was pale and shaky. When he saw Bing Xuantian's attack coming, he had no choice but to dodge even though he wanted to.

In addition, the opponent was a monk in the Xuanwu Realm, so he couldn't resist at all and could only watch the opponent's palm print coming.

At this moment, a cold snort was heard outside the venue.

Yan Qiongshan's eyes were full of murderous intent, and the pressure around him was overflowing. With just a cold snort, he easily defused the palm print that was attacking Yan Xiaohuang.

"Bing Xuantian! Do you really think that I don't exist?"

An icy voice came from the mouth of Yanqiong Mountain, and headed towards Bing Xuantian with tyrannical pressure.

Pfft!

Bing Xuantian immediately spat out a large mouthful of blood.

His face was pale, and there was fear in his eyes as he looked at Yan Qiong Mountain.

Although there is only one realm between the Tianwu realm and the Xuanwu realm, the gap between their realms is insurmountable.

Yan Qiong Shan is indeed a famous Tianwu realm expert in the wilderness. Although his life is approaching, his majesty still cannot be challenged.

"Junior...Junior doesn't dare!"

Bing Xuantian knelt down and said tremblingly with blood hanging from the corner of his mouth.

Hearing this, the expression on Yan Qiong Shan's face remained unchanged.

"Don't dare? Humph! Don't think that you, the Xuanbing Clan, can run rampant in the wilderness just because you have embraced the lap of the Ancient Immortal Sect. If I want to kill you, it will only take a moment!"

"Yes!" Bing Xuantian replied tremblingly.

"Go back and tell Bing Jiuxiao that from now on the marriage between our two clans is cancelled. If he doesn't accept it, he can come to the Saint clan to find me! I will personally give him an explanation! Get out!"

"Yes Yes Yes!"

Bing Xuantian nodded hurriedly in response, then lifted up Bing Hong, who was still in shock, and fled away into the distance.

After the Xuan Bing clan members left, a burst of cheers erupted from the field.

Led by Qing'er, there were also a group of saint disciples, all of whom were dancing happily.

They all saw the Xuan Bing Clan's arrogance just now, and the way they fled in embarrassment now really made them feel bad.

Qing'er quickly stepped forward and supported Yan Xiaohuang, who was on the verge of collapse.

"Little Huangzi, you are awesome! If it weren't for you today, the young lady might really have to bow down and marry that Xuanbing tribe! How about it? Are you happy? Make a declaration of victory quickly!"

Hearing Qing'er's words, Yan Xiaohuang couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and then said thoughtfully: "Declaration of victory?"

"Correct!"

"I...my declaration of victory is...I can't stand it anymore!"

After saying that, Yan Xiaohuang's eyes turned black and he immediately collapsed.

"Little Huangzi? Hello! Hello!"

"Don't worry! He is just a little weak due to excessive spiritual energy. He will be fine after a few days of rest. Someone! Carry him back!" Yan Qiongshan stepped forward and said with a kind smile on his face.

"it is good!"

At that moment, everyone carried Yan Xiaohuang and left the martial arts field.

Looking at the people leaving, the smile on Yan Qiongshan's face grew stronger.

At this time, Yan Qingtian's figure suddenly appeared beside him.

"Ancestor, that fragment of the book..."

Before Yan Qingtian finished speaking, Yan Qiongshan waved his hand, and then replied with a smile: "I already know, you don't need to worry, I just don't know what method this kid used to deal with the old monster, but for now , this matter will definitely benefit our Saint Clan without any harm! You can rest assured!"

"But ancestor, then..."

"Didn't you also give that thing to him? Why are you worried now?" Yan Qiongshan asked with a smile.

"This...hey! It seems that you already know it, ancestor! I just want to take a gamble!" Yan Qingtian sighed.

"Gamble? Am I not gambling? At present, the talents of the Holy Clan are withering. If I am not forced to do so, how can I place my hope on an outsider? If you want to bet, I will bet with you, haha."

"Indeed, we have no other hope!"

Yan Qingtian said, the melancholy in his eyes became more and more intense.

But at this moment, Yan Qiongshan smiled and said again: "I felt it yesterday. Today, two years from now, will be the day of my death. You must treat this little guy well. All the hope of the Saint Race lies in him." Got it!"

"What! Two...two years? Doesn't that mean there are only two years left before the great catastrophe comes? Such a short time, damn it!"

"That's right, there are only two years left. At that time, I will design to lure out some people in the dark, and try my best to clear more obstacles for the Saints! It can be regarded as dedicating myself to the Saints and dying!"

Yan Qiongshan smiled and glanced at the entire Saint Clan, with a sense of infinite nostalgia in his eyes.

Yan Qingtian, on the other hand, clenched his fists and frowned, as if he couldn't accept this situation for a while.

"Three years! It seems that my plan is going to be advanced!"

......

Seven days have passed since the last battle.

Yan Xiaohuang also completely recovered from his weak state.

These days, Qing'er has been taking care of his daily life. She often brings delicious meals, and Yan Xiaohuang also enjoys his meal.

"It's so fragrant!"

Sitting in front of the dining table, Yan Xiaohuang swallowed the food on the table and said vaguely.

"You! Can you eat slowly? There is no one to compete with you! Why are you in such a hurry!" Qing'er sat opposite Yan Xiaohuang, dragging her chin with her hands and looking at Yan Xiaohuang with a smile.

"Hey! Isn't this the food you cooked, sister? It's so delicious!"

Yan Xiaohuang chuckled, showing a harmless expression.

"Giggle! Since you came to the Saint Clan, your mouth has become sweeter and sweeter!"

"That's true. By the way, Sister Qing'er, what's going on with the Xuanbing Tribe in the past few days?" Yan Xiaohuang asked while eating.

Hearing this, Qing'er casually picked up a small flower in the vase on the table and replied nonchalantly: "I haven't heard the lady mention it before. It seems that due to the shock of the ancestor last time, the Xuanbing tribe has restrained itself a lot compared to before! "

"That's it! Then I'm relieved! By the way, where's that Bing Hongfang! What's wrong with him?"

As Yan Xiaohuang spoke, a few grains of rice came out of his mouth.

"He! I only heard..."

Just as Qing'er was about to answer, she heard the door creak open, and then Yan Keke walked in.

Seeing the person coming, Qing'er quickly stood up and said in surprise: "Ah! Miss! Why are you here!"

Yan Xiaohuang also stood up quickly. Before he could finish the food in his mouth, he hurriedly saluted and said, "Miss!"

Seeing Yan Xiaohuang's appearance, Yan Keke immediately laughed.

"Giggle! Okay! No need to be so polite. It seems that my father has something important to explain. He told me to take Yan Xiaohuang with me! I came to see him specially!"