Diyang

Zi Yan suddenly spoke, which naturally caused countless thoughts to arise in the minds of monks from all sides. At this moment, her eyes were strangely swept between the two and the ancestor Huangquan, vaguely revealing an interesting meaning.

The old ancestor Huangquan's expression became even more ugly, and he wished that Xiao Chen could be crushed and scattered ashes to refine his soul to relieve the hatred in his heart!

Huangji Gangyun had a cold and busy look in his eyes and snorted coldly.

But at this moment, the Huangquan Sect Master Di Yang turned around and said in a deep voice: "Ancestor, this Xiao Chen killed my beloved son. This hatred is like a worm that eats the heart, so that the disciples are in pain all the time. Therefore, today I would like to ask the ancestor to allow him to let Di Yang take action on your behalf and kill Xiao Chen!"

"And, with this person's cultivation level, he is not qualified to let the ancestor take action. It is enough to kill this person!"

The ancestor Huangquan hesitated a little, and his sensual aura was slightly reduced outside his body, and he said, "Since that's the case, then you can leave Xiao Chen behind. This battle is not allowed to win or lose. Otherwise, my reputation as Huangquan Sect will be weak, so I will never let you go!"

Di Yang's lips raised and showed a stern expression, "Yes, my disciple will definitely live up to the trust of the ancestor. He will definitely kill the enemy and return to show my power of Huangquan Sect!" After saying that, he turned around and looked at Xiao Chen with a cold look, saying, "Today is the festive day of my Huangquan Sect. Don't be disturbed by you. Do you dare to fight with me in the square in front of the palace?"

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed slightly, and he smiled coldly at this moment, "Since the sect leader of the Diyang Sect wants to seek death, Xiao Chen naturally doesn't mind sending you a chance."

In the words of the verbs, murderous intent is revealed.

Di Yang sneered after hearing this, but he didn't say much at this moment. The escape light flashed outside his body and instantly turned into a stream of light and flew out of the hall.

Xiao Chen sneered and took the same step.

"Haha, today's incident made all fellow Taoists laugh. Since I, the Master of Huangquan, wanted to kill Xiao Chen to wash away the humiliation of the sect back then, please let me see you. It's not too late to continue the celebration when the matter is over." The Old Ancestor Huangquan chuckled and felt extremely confident. The Emperor's qualifications were excellent, and he was his only entry-level disciple. His cultivation level had reached the peak of the late stage of the Nascent Soul. In the past six months, after his guidance, he had made another breakthrough in his cultivation level. It can be said that he has entered the level of non-falling, and his strength is far from comparable to monks of the same level. If nothing unexpected happens, it is very likely that he will be able to advance by breaking through the bottleneck within a hundred years. By then, he will have two major monks who will not fall in charge and his strength will soar.

The ancestor Huangquan spoke, and no one in the hall cultivators naturally objected. At this moment, they stood up and flew out of the hall with their escape light, looking upward with interest. After all, the battle now has nothing to do with them, so they are naturally happy to stand by and watch the fun.

Zi Yan pursed her lips tightly, her pretty face slightly pale. She knew very well about the Diyang magical powers. The ordinary peak Nascent Soul monk was definitely not a rival to this person. Although Xiao Chen showed his supernatural powers, it would be extremely difficult to win if he fought with this person.

For a moment, my heart was flustered.

Hundreds of feet in the void, Xiao Chen and the Emperor were facing each other from afar. The whistling wind made both of them fly in black hair and flicker in their clothes. The eyes were endlessly cold and murderous intent was revealed.

"Fellow Taoist Xiao Chen, when you killed my only son, did you ever think that there would be such a situation now? Today, no matter what, this sect will kill you to comfort my son's spirit in the sky." Di Yang spoke lightly, but the aura of destruction was clearly sensible.

Xiao Chen had no expression on his face. He heard this and his eyes flashed slightly, and he slowly shook his head, saying, "How is the truth about the past? Xiao Chen doesn't want to say too much. If you are as kind as your son, you will be killed. Xiao Chen never thought about the ending."

"Since the Master of the Emperor is eager to miss his beloved son, Xiao Chen will send you a trip today to reunite your father and son underground."

Huangquan Sect and Xiao Chen were already dead. When they fought in the four cities, if Xiao Chen had not been helped by Yue Wu, he would have fallen into the hands of the imperial court. Therefore, he was full of murderous intent in his heart and did not have the intention to stop.

Today, let the Huangquan Sect completely dissipate!

When Di Yang heard this, his expression became extremely ugly. At this moment, he didn't say much, and he took action directly. "Xiao Chen, I know that you have many methods. I could have beaten two magical powers without destruction back then, but now the Japanese Sect wants to know that you may block this attack!"

After the words fell, the man punched forward without warning.

There was a white bone ring on Diyang's finger, and there were two cracks on it. At this moment, with a punch, it instantly shattered into powder and drifted away. When the ring was shattered, a strange wave burst out with a sensation, and the powerful pressure swept across the sky in an instant.

A ruthless bone palm emerged in the void, with a palm of more than 300 feet large, which was pale white, as if the palm of the demon god buried deep in the ground for tens of millions of years, exuding an endless fierce aura. The rolling white evil aura erupted out from the middle bone palm, wrapping it tightly inside. In the tumultuous roar, a faint sound came from it, as if it could directly penetrate the mind of the cultivator and echo in the soul space, which was extremely strange.

The bone palm appeared, trembled slightly, and then turned into a stream of evil spirits tumbling, heading straight for Xiao Chen to slap it.

boom!

The void passed along the way, and then shattered, as if it was torn apart by a demon clutch, revealing countless cracks, crisscrossing like spider webs, creating extremely fierce visual impact.

Don’t lose your magical powers!

The aura of pressure emitted by the bone palm at this moment is that even if the Nascent Soul cultivator faces it, it will have to withstand great intimidation and tear the space apart. Such a power has exceeded the limit of the Nascent Soul combat power and will not fall into the level of promotion.

Releasing the Bone Ring contains magical powers. Although it is not a monk who does not take action personally, the explosive combat power is comparable to that of a monk who does not fall. Killing a monk who does not fall only in the backhand.

Di Yang's face was ferocious, and his eyes showed endless resentment, "Go to die! Go to die for me!"

When the Old Ancestor Huangquan returns, the White Bone Ring protects the sect with the function of protecting the sect is optional, and it can only be regarded as a self-defense treasure. Therefore, at this moment, Diyang will use it without hesitation, wanting to kill Xiao Chen in one fell swoop, avenge his beloved son, and wash away the sect's shame. And today is the festive day of Huangquan Sect. Quick battle and killing Xiao Chen can undoubtedly greatly enhance the power of the sect. Diyang takes action, and it is not without such thoughts.

The magical power of the White Bone Ring seal was originally barely reached the level of non-fall, but after the sacrifice and refining of the Old Ancestor Huangquan, the power of the magical power increased greatly and had completely reached the level of non-fall. Therefore, this imperial center was so confident that Xiao Chen could be killed instantly.

The Old Ancestor Huangquan nodded, his eyes full of appreciation, and his mind was decisive and generous. He took action to kill him instantly, which would further enhance the reputation of the sect. However, the affairs of the Imperial Bank made the old ghost feel extremely satisfied. He looked at Xiao Chen and couldn't help but show a cold look. He dared to be an enemy of his Huangquan Sect, so he would naturally be prepared to be killed on the spot.

Huang Ji Gangyun's mouth was slightly raised. Although he had no grudges with Xiao Chen, the ambiguity with Zi Yan was enough to make this person feel extremely dissatisfied with him. Seeing Xiao Chen in a dead end at this moment, Huang Ji Gangyun was naturally happy to see it.

Zi Yan's pretty face was pale, her lips were only pursed together, and her eyes showed despair. She didn't expect that Diyang would have such a method, and taking action directly was a killing magical power.

As for the other cultivators, their faces were pale at this moment. Although they knew that the Master Huangquan could use such magical powers to rely on the power of magic weapons, they still couldn't help but feel awe in their hearts, and their eyes swept away all of them with fear.

At the moment, no one is optimistic about Xiao Chen.

After all, without losing magical powers, the Nascent Soul cultivator has no power to resist, and there is no doubt about this.

But at this moment, they absolutely could not imagine that in just a few years, today's Xiao Chen is no longer the same as Ameng of Wuxia in the past. He did not see the early magical powers.

Raise your head, chuckle, and shake your head.

Facing the fall of the bone palm, Xiao Chen's face was dull, and there was a hint of coldness on the corner of his mouth. He did not retreat but stepped forward, and said lightly: "Your magical power could hurt me back then, but today in Xiao Chen's opinion, it was too weak."

The sound fell, and one arm stretched out, and a hard squeezing towards the bone palm.

"broken!"

At the exit of the word, the power was boundless and powerful and fierce aura suddenly trembled, and then countless monks were in their horror eyes. The space around this object was twisted and bent in an instant, as if it was under endless pressure. In the bend of this space, although it was blurry and unreal, the crisp "click" sound was clearly transmitted into the ears.
Chapter completed!