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The powerful ancient power is the ancestor of the spiritual clan and ranks at the peak. Its power cannot be underestimated. Although the Hanlin Lord only borrows the ancient power of his ancestors through blood traction, it cannot be underestimated! When facing the tweaking lines, this ancient power shrinks on its own like a crisis, turning into a long shuttle to wrap the Hanlin Lord, and slashes forward like a blade! There is no violent roar under the slash. Under the slash, the Hanlin Lord's figure actually forced into the arc energy, and breaks forward with difficulty as if he is trapped in a mud. The surroundings are endless and thundering, shaking the protection of the ancient power and erasing the Hanlin Lord!

Some ancient power, the huge 1àng created by Xiao Chen's tweaking lines, must be nothing, but this ancient power gathered to a point, so that it could barely break through and protect the Hanlin Lord. However, even so, the terrifying pressure escaping from the 1àngcháo was still unstoppable. The number of powers that penetrated through the past made the golden inscription guardians tremble violently, and their selves fade away suddenly!

During the 3-minute period, when the ancient power was about to be exhausted, the Lord of Hanlin finally escaped from the bombardment of 1àngcháo, and did not dare to stay at all. His figure fled wildly in the package of escape light. It was not until he was safe enough that he looked at a pale arc line in the sky. This object roared forward above the sky, annihilated all obstacles, and went straight to the end of the world, not knowing where he would eventually reach.

What a terrifying power!

If he hadn't used the secret technique to summon the ancestor with his own bloodline to bless the ancient power, he might have died now. Xiao Chen actually had this trump card in his hand. No wonder he dared to agree to today's battle. Perhaps when he was about to kill him, Xiao Chen also had the idea of ​​killing him!

Thinking of this, a chill suddenly arose in the heart of the Lord of Hanlin, which spread wildly and eventually spread throughout his body, blending into the blood, deep in his soul, making the coldness of his body suddenly appear, and he feels scared.

Xiao Chen was so vicious and scheming that he made a decisive decision. With the help of the situation he had worked hard to set up, he exploded the strongest trump card in his hand and wanted to kill him with one blow!

Thinking of this, the Lord of Hanlin looked at Xiao Chen, and his eyes couldn't help but feel endless resentment, but in this resentment, there was a bit of unstoppable fear!

Not bad, it's just fear!

Perhaps the Lord of Hanlin did not see Xiao Chen's cultivation, but was already frightened from the bottom of his heart that he had endlessly powerful trump cards! Now Xiao Chen's face was pale and his aura was weak, but he still did not dare to act rashly, just because the Lord of Hanlin could not be sure whether the terrifying attack was Xiao Chen's final trump card? Or maybe he had even more amazing means in his hand at this moment, waiting for him. A little hesitated, the Lord of Hanlin chose to retreat without hesitation. Although he wanted to kill Xiao Chen, he was never willing to bear any risks himself. The feeling of death from close contact just now was deeply imprinted in his soul, making him afraid and unable to be erased.

Xiao Chen's face was pale and his breath was weak, but his external trend was rising and falling. Not only did he not weaken at all, but he rose wildly at a more astonishing amplitude, rushing into the sky, with a pressure covering the sky!

The loss caused by moving a line in his sight was too amazing. At this moment, all the magic power in his body was lost, and his soul became dim than ever before. The soul of the golden sè was extremely weak. If it weren't for the vitality in his body transforming into magic power at the critical moment, he might not have been able to successfully move this line today. Just a slight pull and loosen, the power generated was far beyond his expectations!

The bulging 1àng in the middle, the two tails facing backwards, swallowed the spiritual power of the Zhoutian, compressed and gathered wildly, and turned pale, and rushed forward. All obstacles were destroyed wherever they went. Even the Hanlin Lord tried his best to take the arrow of Confucianism and Taoism, it was easily damaged by it. The arc curve that ran through the entire sky and could not see the end at a glance, the visual impact generated was indescribable, and even Xiao Chen himself was also deeply shocked!

Could it be that this is the power of rules!

Xiao Chen didn't know what this represented, but he had already realized its power. Now, there are as many as 7 lines in his soul. If he pulls them all up and lets them go, he can produce such amazing power. This is unimaginable! If he can control it all, Xiao Chen believes that even if the ancient power is ahead, he can fight with him without fear!

Looking up at the Lord of Hanlin, Xiao Chen felt a lot of regret for not using the power of lines to erase him. Today he suffered a great loss. If he wanted to take action while he was unprepared, he would probably be in trouble in the future. However, sensing the resentment and fear in his eyes, Xiao Chen smiled coldly. If the Lord of Hanlin suffered such a great loss today, he would definitely not give up. He would still have some actions in the future, so there would naturally be a chance to completely erase him!

Now, he really has no power to fight again. Pulling the lines once is the limit of Xiao Chen's current cultivation level.

The entire ancestral city cultivator was now in deep fear and awe. They clearly sensed the power contained in the terror of the 1àngcháo. If they resisted it with their own cultivation, they would probably not have the power to fight back at all, and they would be easily wiped out, and both body and spirit were destroyed and completely disappeared between heaven and earth. Even the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, a level-strong man who stepped into the ancient world, would probably only barely save his life like the Lord of Hanlin. As for the monks below the ancient world, if they were not protected by the treasure, they would definitely die!

The three masters of Yin Yang Pavilion, the Lord of Senluo, and the Lord of Wanjuan were shocked and their faces were pale. At this moment, they all saw the gratitude and fear in each other's hearts. Fortunately, Xiao Chen had not seen them as much as they had before, otherwise who would have resisted using such a trump card? I am afraid that they have now ended up dying.

The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords took a deep breath and barely suppressed the shock in his heart. He looked at Xiao Chen deeply. It seemed that his disciple was so hidden deep that he was far beyond the imagination of any cultivator. With such a terrifying trump card, in addition to the powerful power of the ancient world, there were still a few people who could cause harm to him. Thinking that he had been prepared before, he used the ancient power to save him when Xiao Chen could not resist, the old monster couldn't help but smile bitterly!

Accepting such a disciple really gave him, the master, not much chance to show his chance. However, although he thought about this, the rest of his heart was only joy except shock. No matter how strong Xiao Chen was, he was also the disciple of the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords. The stronger the disciple, the more handsome he was as a teacher!

At this moment, the old guy looked at the Hanlin Lord, shocked and frightened, and felt a sense of comfort in his heart. The breath that had accumulated for many years only felt most of it, and it was so uncomfortable!

Today, I was defeated by my disciples, and even borrowed the power of the yù Palace ancestor to barely save my life. I ended up in a sad and panic. Let's see what face you, the so-called Confucian and Taoist leader, have to compete with me in the future! Thinking of this, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords felt even more happy, and then I was extremely glad for his decision to recruit Xiao Chen as a disciple. If such a disciple was taken away by others, he would really regret it and vomit blood!

With one step down, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords directly tore the space and appeared before Xiao Chen, coughing lightly, and said lightly: "Lord of Hanlin, you and Xiao Chen are both powerful people in our human race. You should be more kind in the future. Always fighting and killing like this will really damage our human race reputation. It's good that you know the truth. If you don't understand why, you still think that this believer is in no way. Today's matter is revealed, and no one is allowed to mention it in the future."

The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords' voice was calm, but after hearing it clearly, he almost got angry that the Lord of Hanlin cried three times. The old monster spoke and directly discussed the Lord of Hanlin and Xiao Chen. Isn't it so arrogant that he was one generation higher than the Lord of Hanlin! This made the Lord of Hanlin who had fought with the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords for tens of thousands of years not angry, but today's battle ended here, but he could not defend himself. His intuition was extremely aggrieved, his face turned red, and he opened his mouth and sprayed a barely suppressed blood.

Xiao Chen's face was calm, and his eyes flashed slightly at this moment, and he said respectfully: "Master, don't worry, as long as the Lord of Hanlin will no longer target his disciples in the future, Xiao Chen will not care about the matter on the day, so as not to say that Master, you and me, the cultivators of the inheritance are narrow-minded."

The Lord of Ten Thousand Swords looked at Xiao Chen with admiration and nodded with satisfaction in his heart. He had good potential, strong cultivation, and quick-witted minds. Not only could he gain face, but he could also slap the Lord of Hanlin in the face. Where can I find such disciples?

Rare, really rare!

Thinking of this, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords couldn't help but nod, "The disciple can really do this to make his master feel relieved. He needs to take his face into consideration when doing things as ours. He cannot just fight hard, otherwise he will be inferior."

Xiao Chen listened respectfully and said yes.

The Lord of Hanlin heard it, his whole body trembled with confidence and his face was pale. You, the monks of the inheritance, took into account their faces, and they were all bullshit!

The ancestor of Black Sword, the Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, Xiao Chen, this series of three generations of inheritance, is not a madman who is both domineering and tough. Even if he wins, he still has to speak up and humiliate him. This is the so-called face-taking consideration! Bad!

The Hanlin Lord, who has always paid attention to his face and has a demeanor, cursing in his heart, his old face almost turned black.

Xiao Chen looked at it lightly and said, "Lord of Ten Thousand Swords, you have now been defeated. According to the agreement, only the Confucian and Taoist monks will be dealt with by me today. You are a Confucian and Taoist monk. You will never be able to do anything.

Chapter 6. Headache, eyes are always crying, 3 days, 7 updates per day, Chapter 21 is now Chapter 2o, and there is still the last chapter, gritting your teeth and continuing to write, and there are updates later.
Chapter completed!