Chapter 404: Senior, what is your son-in-law's name?

The sky is burning, the sky is collapsing, the earth is cracking, and the sun and moon are dark...

There are no words to describe this battle.

Qi Yuan, who has entered the Purple Mansion, has reached the pinnacle of the Great Heavenly Yang God in terms of combat performance alone, not to mention his realm.

When he was in the star-conquering state, he combined his body with four thousand divine infants and killed Dong Jun, who was half a step away from reaching the realm of reason.

Of course, this has something to do with the fact that Dongjun's trump card is completely useless to him.

In terms of divine power and Dharma body alone, he is stronger than a Yang God in the realm of lesser principles.

Now, he leads the gods and Buddhas and rushes straight into the three thousand great calamities.

The killing continues!

Blood is flowing! Chaos is tearing apart! Everywhere I look, there are enemies, all enemies!

Since becoming a Yuandan, Qi Yuan has never experienced a battle of such intensity.

The demons in the mountain and sea scroll were killed with one sword? The evil spirits outside the city of no return, can they be blocked by one sword? At this moment, facing the three thousand great calamity bodies, the battle lasted until the end of time.

There is no instant kill, nor a fatal blow with one sword!

It was all a collision and competition of divine power! Qi Yuan, who had not been injured for a long time, was also injured in this battle.

The chaotic fragments of the Great Catastrophe Body also continued to fall into the underworld and turned into a special place.

Qi Yuan's four thousand divine infants, once innate gods, were also besieged by the great catastrophe body and shed blood, and were trapped in the underworld.

"kill!"

Qi Yuan's eyes were already stained red with blood. Wearing blood-red armor, he rushed into the Great Tribulation Body, killing gods and Buddhas! Heaven-slashing sword technique! Death radiance! Domineering power!

Three major skills are used in turn.

He did not hide! This battle was extremely brutal.

Or maybe it’s because of the great catastrophe, and there is no intention to retreat.

Even though Qi Yuan's side had an absolute advantage, they were able to defeat the weak with their strength against the many.

But... not a single Great Tribulation Element retreated, or panicked, or fled.

They are like ruthless fighting machines, fighting with all their might.

That's right, even though it has the advantage, the great catastrophe has not shown any signs of defeat, and it still faces the innate gods of the heavens with the strongest posture.

This battle lasted for ten days.

For ten days, the battle continued between heaven and earth.

All the monks and mortals could not see any corner of the battle and could only judge it by the blood and invisible chaos.

The blood color became more and more intense, and the chaos became less and less.

All the monks breathed a sigh of relief, and the mortals were also shocked, numb and accustomed to it.

In the void, the blood armor on Qi Yuan's body had long faded away, and he was wearing a long robe, his whole body stained with blood.

And this blood may come from him or from the divine infant.

Of the chaos that had occurred before, only a few of the strongest ones were left.

There was no fear or despair in their eyes.

"Finally, do you have any lines to recite?" Qi Yuan was filled with murderous intent.

The battle was so fierce that even the suona band and the mourning team had to take up arms and join in the fight.

Qi Yuan's divine infant was also burned out.

The Six Imperial Guards stood behind Qi Yuan, looking tall and dignified, revealing their infinite power.

Hun'e Dajie finally spoke, his voices were in unison.

"Power is a disaster!"

"There is no real future in the Ninth Heaven!"

"Can you...really get rid of the catastrophe?"

There was a hint of eeriness in Hun'e Dajie's voice.

Qi Yuan was speechless when he heard this: "I shouldn't have let you guys talk. You're still playing riddles to me, right?"

Hunmeng Dajie's expression remained unchanged, and he showed no fear of death.

At this time, Qi Yuan said, "Hehe, if it were someone else, they might be intimidated by your riddle man and feel distressed.

But I'm sorry, I'm naturally...not a good brainer.

My brain has already been stored! Why think so much? As long as I am strong enough, Dajie will also give me a massage! "

"kill!"

Countless divine powers burst out at this moment, the killing began again, and ended in half a quarter of an hour.

The entire sky turned blood red.

This blood red is the color of Qi Yuan's robe, and it is also the blood of the endless divine infant.

The sky turned into only red, and the chaos finally disappeared.

Countless monks and ordinary people looked at the sky.

The sounds of fighting and roaring came to an abrupt end. All the divine power disappeared, and there was silence.

The sky seemed to have become an ancient battlefield, and the previous fighting seemed to be just a projection of history and a dream.

"it's over?"

"We... won?"

Countless monks and mortals looked up at the sky or cried for joy.

When they saw the catastrophe devouring other worlds, they were actually a little afraid.

It’s not that because there are too many people…disasters won’t befall individuals.

Many mountains and rivers collapsed, and many cities were shattered.

The false sense of security was torn to pieces in blood, and now it was supported by that bloody figure!

Countless monks were reveling or shouting.

"Blood-robed Sword God!"

"Qi Yuan, eliminate the great calamity!"

But there were also the Great Master and the Yin God who looked shocked, yet also worried.

This Canglan world...will the surname be Qi from now on?

A look of wisdom flashed in the eyes of the Great Wisdom Master: “Man people like to worry about the sky the most, but they don’t know that the worries in the world are endless.

Since we are all cultivating immortals, it is better not to worry. "

At this moment, above the sky, Qi Yuan, dressed in a blood-red robe, had a tired look in his eyes.

In this battle, a total of 327 divine infants were shattered and about 3,700 were injured.

Now, all the divine infants have returned to their original bodies.

As for the Canglan Realm, the number of lives lost due to this battle reached hundreds of millions.

Qi Yuan looked towards the underworld and sighed softly: "Fortunately, the marks were left before. As long as there is enough time, the divine infant can be revived, and the dead... can also reappear."

Before the battle with the Great Tribulation, Qi Yuan slowly toured the Canglan Realm, dyeing the sky of the Canglan Realm red.

He also saw mountains, rivers, and insects, leaving marks on all living things.

In this way, even if the creatures in the Canglan Realm were killed by the aftermath of the war, they would be revived.

Of course, this kind of revival cannot isolate the mark of Taihuang Palace.

Even if it recovers, the mark will still be there.

Furthermore, if they died because of the mark, the underworld would not be able to revive them.

So now, the Canglan Realm can only reside in his Purple Mansion, separated from the outside world.

“So tired.”

At this moment, Qi Yuan felt endless tiredness.

Four thousand divine infants fought with all their might.

All mental consumption is concentrated in him.

All living beings are me. The innate divine spirits become divine infants. To a certain extent, these divine infants are also him.

So the tiredness of this battle was the sum of all the divine infants.

The injuries from this battle were also suffered by all the divine infants.

Now he was more tired than ever before, even more tired than when he fought the old man in Di Jue.

"It's time to go back and take a nap."

Qi Yuan glanced at it.

The fragments of the chaos turned into a strange land.

If it were him from the past, he would definitely rush to see what was inside.

Now, he was too tired and sleepy, so he had to go to sleep for a while.

The blood-red light disappeared at this moment, and the sky of Canglan Realm... the red color also disappeared.

The sun and the moon that illuminated the sky, and the stars that were like fireflies on the blood-red armor also disappeared at this moment.

Only ten suns can be seen in the sky of Canglan Realm.

Jiang Lingsu in the pavilion seemed to sense something. She lifted her skirt and flew towards the blood-red figure.

The strong smell of blood was barely concealed, and in the eyes of the blood-red figure, there was a hint of tiredness and confusion.

"Senior Brother!" Jiang Lingsu looked at him covered in blood, her eyes filled with surprise and distress.

"I'm so sleepy, let me take a nap." Qi Yuan whispered, his voice was very soft, as if he could fall asleep at any time.

He was extremely tired, and his tense mind relaxed a little at this moment.

"Go to sleep." Jiang Lingsu looked at the eldest brother, and her hand involuntarily grabbed Qi Yuan's hand.

She also adjusted her position, sitting on the threshold and leaning her back against the door frame.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Qi Yuan closed his eyes, and his body fell into a sleeping position, resting on Jiang Lingsu's thighs.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he fell asleep.

Jiang Lingsu hugged Qi Yuan and moved her body slightly to make him sleep more comfortably and lean against him more softly.

She lowered her head and looked at Qi Yuan's handsome face, as well as his blood-stained face, looking at him seriously without saying anything.

Qi Yuan closed his eyes and fell asleep, with only slight breathing sounds.

The sunlight slanted down from the outline of the eaves, falling on the bodies of Qi Yuan and Jiang Lingsu, casting beautiful light and shadows.

The world also became peaceful and silent.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, a sound like thunder was heard.

"Where is Qi Yuan? Where is he hiding? I'm here!"

Jiang Ruhua finally arrived at Fengtianyu and flew to the top of the pavilion.

He looked around and saw a boy and a girl sitting at the doorstep.

The young man, dressed in a bloody robe and covered in blood, was lying in the girl's arms, sleeping soundly.

He was anxious and was about to say something when he heard Jiang Lingsu's light, ethereal voice filled with resentment.

"Keep your voice down, the eldest brother is asleep, Dad."

When Jiang Ruhua saw this scene, all the anger she had felt disappeared without a trace.

"well……"

He sighed and disappeared.

His daughter spoke to him in such a tone, and even put "Dad" at the end, so how could he be the bad guy? When that kid wakes up, he will definitely be hit in the nose!

Don’t think that just because you have the same name as that Blood-Clothed Sword God, and don’t think that you can do whatever you want just because you are injured!

Jiang Ruhua left cursing and sat quietly in the lobby restaurant below.

“I have to say, this kid has a deep connection with the Blood-Clothed Sword God. They are both named Qi Yuan, and they both wear blood-clothed robes.” Jiang Ruhua muttered as he drank some wine.

Naturally, he would not think that Qi Yuan was the Blood-Clothed Sword God who survived the catastrophe, and he never associated the two together.

Firstly, the Blood-Clothed Sword God was too far away from him; secondly, such a being would not have been on the flying boat to listen to his bragging.

After all, in Jiang Ruhua's imagination, that kind of existence would practice hard for ten thousand years, live in the fairyland, and drink the fairy dew.

Seven emotions and six desires? I'm afraid they have been cut off long ago.

How could his daughter deserve to be favored by the Blood-robed Sword God? "Alas, a girl cannot be kept when she grows up." Jiang Ruhua drank alone.

But as he drank, he felt something was wrong.

Because, for some unknown reason, many monks appeared in this restaurant one after another.

Why a monk?

Because these people appeared calmly and without making any sound.

After these monks arrived, they did not have any conversation. Instead, they took out the wine they brought with them and drank it slowly.

Even he, the Divine Infant True Lord, did not notice the appearance of these cultivators.

Jiang Ruhua couldn't help but sigh: "Fengtian Territory is indeed a large territory, you can easily encounter strong people."

As he drank, he didn't even dare to make the slurping sound he used to make.

Because all the monks in the restaurant were drinking in silence, without any sound.

This made Jiang Ruhua feel ashamed and embarrassed.

He decided that after returning, he must write a book "Jiang Ruhua's Travels in Fengtianyu" to record the high quality of the cultivators in Fengtianyu.

Well, there are no waiters in the restaurant, and many high-level monks come to drink without making any noise.

Really high quality.

At this time, two male and one female monks came to Jiang Ruhua's side.

The leader said, "Brother, can we sit next to you?"

As he spoke, he looked towards other places.

Jiang Ruhua also took a look and was immediately frightened.

Before I knew it, the place was full?

The business in Fengtianyu is so good. Should we expand the Jiang family's business here? "Sure." Jiang Ruhua quickly replied.

The monks here were so well-mannered that he did not dare to make a loud noise and could only communicate through voice.

After hearing this reply, Wang Lingtong sat here with Wang Lingshan and others.

At this moment, the three of them looked a little anxious.

"The cultivators from your big places are of good quality." Jiang Ruhua transmitted the message, with a sigh in his voice.

Wang Lingtong heard this, with a worried look in his eyes, and then said: "Brother, you are still free and easy, living a carefree life."

"What the hell is free and easy!" Jiang Ruhua was furious when he heard this. "Do you know that my daughter was kidnapped by a kid? Today, she got angry with me because of that kid. It really pissed me off!"

Wang Lingtong was a little confused when he heard this.

Aren't all the monks here here to pay homage to the Blood-Robed Sword God? Why is this guy still mumbling here?

"Once a daughter is married off, she is like water spilled." He could only comfort her casually.

"Hmph, I have come all the way from the East to marry my daughter. When that brat wakes up, I will give him a slap in the face!" Jiang Ruhua was full of resentment.

There was a great war in the sky and all the monks were in danger. He was thinking about his daughter and his family.

But after running halfway, he finally arrived at Fengtianyu.

Wang Lingtong was speechless.

He really wanted to say, Brother, since you are here to pay homage to the Blood-Clothed Sword God, don't think about those personal matters.

"Beat him, he deserves to be beaten!" Wang Lingtong should comfort him.

"Alas, it's a pity that the boy is quite strong, one level higher than me. It would be embarrassing if he hits me back." When Jiang Ruhua said this, his resentment turned into showing off.

It seems to be saying, see, my son-in-law is quite powerful.

"Realm is nothing. How can a son-in-law attack his father-in-law in this world?

If he dares to attack you, I will stand up to you!" Wang Lingtong said casually.

“You’re right, people in big places are reasonable.

If so many great cultivators gathered near our family, they would have quarreled and fought a long time ago." Jiang Ruhua said, scanning this group of qualified cultivators.

Wang Lingtong was speechless.

Bro, you are pretending to know something you don't, right?

That person is up there, who among these great masters dares to speak loudly?

I didn’t see the two great masters next to me, but they were enemies for a hundred thousand years. When they came here, they could only let go of their previous grudges.

Wang Lingtong said nothing more, but waited patiently.

I don’t know how long it took, but suddenly, Jiang Ruhua’s eyes lit up.

"Brother, my son-in-law is coming. I'm going to teach him a lesson now. If he hits me, you have to support me!" Jiang Ruhua drank some wine and was a little drunk.

Playing big sinuses is just talk.

How could he lose face for his family in public?

But it is still necessary to say something.

Wang Lingtong was stunned and a little confused.

What's the meaning……

Is your son-in-law upstairs?

"Brother...Senior, what is the name of your son-in-law?" Wang Lingtong's heart was filled with shock.

(End of this chapter)