Chapter 189 The Anbu arrives! The Third Young Master of the Ziwei Chen Family! (Two in One)

Hiss! The blood mist filled the sky and was blown away into the distance by the strong wind.

There was a sudden silence outside the entire mountain gate square.

No matter if it was the cultivators from the Meng family or the disciples from Tianlan, or even the countless independent cultivators watching the battle from further away, they all looked at Chen Zhixing with stiff and dull expressions as if they had been struck by lightning.

One breath.

Three breaths.

Five breaths.

Until a full ten breaths had passed.

"A veteran expert at the seventh level of the True Self Realm was killed instantly by a single punch?"

Accompanied by a trembling, unbelievable voice.

Boom! ! ! The entire Tianlan Holy Land's mountain gate was boiling in an instant! "Oh my God! One punch destroyed a hundred warships, and one punch killed the seventh-level strongman of Zhenwu! !"

"What kind of strength does this Tianlan Godson have?!"

“Hiss! This is so scary!”

"This Tianlan Godson is only in his early twenties, right? How can he be so powerful?!"

"What kind of magical power is that absolute gravity? It actually suppressed the entire Meng family in an instant?"

"Unthinkable! Incomprehensible!!"

One after another, screams of surprise were heard.

Countless independent cultivators who were watching the battle from afar looked at Chen Zhixing with shock on their faces.

Here in Tianlan Holy Land.

After a brief moment of unconsciousness, countless Tianlan disciples suddenly burst into cheers as loud as a tsunami.

"Son of God!"

At this moment, countless Tianlan disciples looked at Chen Zhixing, their eyes full of fanaticism.

"This guy has become stronger again."

Gai Rong and others looked at Chen Zhixing in the distance, and couldn't help but smiled bitterly and shook their heads.

It has only been a few months since the two peaks competition ended? Xiao Ping's strength has undergone earth-shaking changes! Compared to the cheering enthusiasm of Tianlan's disciples.

The many great monks of the Meng family who were originally rushing towards Chen Zhixing suddenly stopped their charge and looked at Chen Zhixing with expressions that became extremely frightened.

Meng Xuanting is the third elder of the Meng family, and his cultivation has reached the seventh level of Zhenwu! Looking at the entire Meng family, there are only a handful of people who can surpass Meng Xuanting in Zhenwu! What's more,

Defeating Meng Xuanting and destroying Meng Xuanting's body and soul with one punch are two completely different concepts!

Kill with one punch!

How terrifying is this? Even if the ninth level of Zhenwu came, it would not be so easy, right? Just when the Zhenwu cultivators of the Meng family were hesitating.

puff!!

A pale figure came rapidly from a distance, like a tiger into a flock of sheep, and instantly rushed into the Meng family coalition forces that were falling to the ground.

"What the hell is this?!"

"ah!!"

“Hurry! Run!!”

"Damn it! What kind of monster is this kid?!"

A series of screams rang out instantly.

Soon, countless blood was seen gushing into the sky, and broken limbs flew everywhere.

"Um?!"

Before the Meng family's great cultivators in the Zhenwu realm could react.

Boom——!!! A black sword beam like a galaxy, carrying a monstrous demonic energy, suddenly slashed vertically from a very far distance!

The sword's light was unknown, but the terrifying sword pressure had already caused a group of Meng family Zhenwu great monks to feel pain in their flesh. Their faces changed drastically and they dodged to both sides.

A Meng family elder who was at the fifth level of the True Self Realm was just a fraction slower, and half of his body was instantly cut off by the black sword light! "This?!"

All the great monks of the Meng family were immediately shocked and turned around to look.

All I saw was emptiness.

An old man wearing linen clothes, with loose white hair and carrying a sword coffin on his back, walked towards them step by step with an expressionless face.

In his hand was a scarlet magic sword with a closed eyeball on the hilt, which suddenly opened.

With every step the old man took, a terrifying sword energy spread out.

And when he stood beside Chen Zhixing, the terrifying sword energy had already formed a towering sword pressure that swept across the heavens and the earth!

"Young Master, Marquis Hua Ling is here!"

Another long laugh was heard.

A stream of light passed through the group of great monks of the Meng family.

Immediately following.

The stream of light fell beside Chen Zhixing and transformed into a short man covered in a black robe.

This short man had a proud look on his face, and in his hands were several magical weapons belonging to the group of great monks Zhenwu from the Meng family.

"Um?!"

"Where's my magic weapon?!"

"When was it taken away?!"

"Damn it! I can't sense my magic weapon! What kind of trick is this?"

The group of Zhenwu realm cultivators from the Meng family coalition were stunned at first, and then their faces suddenly became extremely ugly.

Not only were their magic weapons taken away in an instant, but even the connection between them and the magic weapons seemed to be severed. All commands to the magic weapons were like a stone ox entering the sea, and could not move them in the slightest.

"Young Master, you are late."

The three figures that came one after another looked at Chen Zhixing at the same time and spoke respectfully.

Chen Zhixing looked at the three people and smiled at them.

These three people are the only three people in the Anbu under Chen Zhixing! The Sword Demon Dugu Ni! The Thief Saint Hua Linghou! And the cursed young man Chen Buqi.

Puff, puff, puff! Chen Buqi's killing continued, like a sickle in the dark night, quickly taking the lives of the Meng family monks.

Chen Zhixing seemed to sense something, and couldn't help but look at Dugu Ni, raised his eyebrows, and asked in surprise: "Have all your cultivation been restored?"

Dugu Ni nodded and smiled: "Well, once the body has walked out of the cage, the mind has also walked out, and the cultivation will naturally recover."

"good."

Chen Zhixing nodded with a smile.

The sword demon Dugu Ni had reached the eighth level of Zhenwu eighty years ago!

He once fought against nine people alone and killed nine great elders of the Sikong family who were in the True Realm! Now that Dugu Ni's cultivation has been fully restored, he will become his strongest trump card! "Young Master, the master of the family and his men encountered a little trouble on the road."

Dugu Ni laughed and said:

"But it doesn't matter. That little trouble can't stop the master and his men. They will arrive soon."

"Yeah." Chen Zhixing nodded.

A conversation between several people.

"Junior Brother Xiao, what is this?"

Li Ran asked in a low voice with some fear.

The aura of these few people who suddenly appeared was extremely terrifying.

Except for the pale young man, the other two have been immersed in the True Self Realm for a long time! Especially the old man with the coffin on his back and the sword in his hand, he just released the sword pressure, and gave her a feeling of being on edge! "Senior Sister Li, let all the people from Tianlan Holy Land retreat."

Chen Zhixing smiled at Li Ran, then looked at the group of Meng family cultivators.

"I will take over the next battle."

Take a deep breath.

"Dugu Ni, Hua Linghou, I leave them to you." Chen Zhixing said.

“I couldn’t ask for more!”

Dugu Ni laughed loudly and looked at the dozen or so Zhenwu realm cultivators from the Meng family. Demonic fire began to boil in his eyes!

"It's been a long, long time."

"I've never used my full strength before!!!"

Bang! The moment the words fell.

Countless lines that looked like blood vessels instantly spread from the vertical eye of the magic sword along Dugu Ni's hand holding the sword, all the way upwards, instantly covering half of his body!

Chi Chi Chi! Dugu Ni's aura began to surge wildly at this moment! Wisps of red magic smoke floated out from his eyes.

The next moment.

He took one foot forward, bent down, and formed a lunge stance.

His right hand, five fingers slowly clasped the hilt of the sword.

"The true meaning of sword drawing: Slashing the sky!!!"

Boom! In an instant, Dugu Ni turned into a red line between heaven and earth, slashing towards the Meng family's True Self Realm cultivators.

The vast sky was instantly split in two! "Dugu Ni, wait for me!"

Upon seeing this, Hua Linghou let out a long laugh and also turned into a beam of light, rushing towards the group of Meng family's Zhenwu realm cultivators!

“Damn it!”

The faces of the group of Meng family Zhenwu realm elders suddenly changed, and they all took action to resist the two.

In an instant, a great battle broke out! Chen Zhixing withdrew his gaze and looked at the moving black palace in the sky.

He can feel it.

From the moment he appeared.

In that black palace, there was always a pair of eyes fixed on him.

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

“Wonderful, really wonderful.”

“I never thought that the Third Young Master of the Third Peak of the Ziwei Chen Family would actually come to the Tianlan Holy Land and become the Son of Tianlan God.”

A light laugh suddenly sounded in the moving black palace.

Immediately following.

I saw a middle-aged man with a pale face and no beard walking out of the black palace step by step.

This middle-aged man looked to be about thirty years old, but his gray hair was scattered all over his head. When his eyes opened and closed, there was a terrifying vision of the sun rising and the moon setting! On the surface of his skin, there was even a fairy light lingering, making the whole person look like a banished celestial being from heaven! "The ninth son of the Meng family, Meng Changyuan!"

In the distance, some monks watching shouted out this person's name in surprise.

The nine sons of the Meng family are like dragons!

Meng Changyuan is the last dragon ranked ninth!

This person was born fifty years ago, and he was hundreds of years apart from the other eight sons of the Meng family in terms of cultivation.

Therefore, this person is also the one with the lowest cultivation among the nine sons of the Meng family.

But! Meng Changyuan is also the strongest person among the nine sons at the same time! After only fifty years of practice, his cultivation has reached the peak of the ninth level of Zhenwu!

Moreover, in a previous East Xuan Territory competition, he defeated all other competitors and won first place in the East Xuan Territory!

You can say that.

In the eyes of everyone, Meng Changyuan is the most powerful dragon among the nine dragons of the Meng family!

As long as he is given time, it is a foregone conclusion that he will surpass those sons of the Meng family in the future!

High in the sky.

With every step Meng Changyuan took, he disappeared. Ripples formed on the road beneath his feet, and he walked out of the black palace.

"I never thought that a useless man like Chen Tianliang could give birth to such a unicorn child."

"I have to say, you are better than your father was back then."

Meng Changyuan lowered his head and looked at Chen Zhixing with a hint of interest in his eyes.

Just now.

A man in black suddenly came through the void and told him that the so-called Tianlan Godson Xiao Ping was actually Chen Zhixing, the son of the third peak of the Ziwei Chen family! After the man said a few words briefly, he quickly left the place.

This also made Meng Changyuan, who had been waiting for an opportunity and was ready to kill with one strike, unable to hold back any longer and walked out of the palace.

And as Meng Changyuan's voice fell.

There was another commotion among the crowd.

"What?! The Son of God Tianlan is the third son of the Ziwei Chen family?"

There was an uproar.

"Do you know my father?" Chen Zhixing saw that his identity was exposed and he was too lazy to pretend anymore, so he asked with a frown.

"Of course I know him."

Meng Changyuan smiled and said:

"Do you know where your father's illness came from?"

Chen Zhixing narrowed his eyes gradually when he heard this.

Without waiting for Chen Zhixing to answer, Meng Changyuan said with a smile, "In the East Xuan Territory Competition, your father was no match for me, but he insisted on being strong and even forced a breakthrough to fight me in order to gain resources for the Chen family."

"Tell me, is your father stupid?"

"In the end, not only did he fail to defeat me, but he also suffered from the reverse injury of his own great Dao foundation."

As he spoke, a look of regret appeared on Meng Changyuan's face.

"What a pity. You should have ignored the rules and forcibly killed your father in the ring."

"If that were the case, you, little bastard, wouldn't be in this situation today."

"Really?" Chen Zhixing's narrow eyes gradually narrowed, and cold murderous intent gradually revealed in his eyes.

He had never thought of it.

The reason why Chen Tianliang's foundation was damaged and he could no longer make any progress in his practice was actually from here.

"Oh? You can still stay calm?"

Meng Changyuan laughed and said:

"How about this, you will do the same as your father, destroy your own foundation, kneel down before Dong'er to atone your sins, and serve Dong'er as a slave for a hundred years. Then the battle today will end."

"how?"

"Kneel down and atone your sins?" Chen Zhixing twitched the corner of his mouth, revealing a sarcastic smile.

"Even if I wanted to, I'm afraid Meng Hedong wouldn't have a chance."

Bang! A white-haired figure wrapped in bandages walked out from the void behind Chen Zhixing.

"Um?"

Meng Changyuan looked at the figure, his expression suddenly changed slightly, and a sense of foreboding surged in his heart.

This person.

He had seen him! Meng Hedong had brought this man back to his family and claimed that he was his best brother!

And this person now appeared here, standing with the little bastard of the Chen family. Swish! The white-haired figure took off the cloth bag from his waist and threw it to the ground expressionlessly.

A gray head with wide-open eyes suddenly rolled out of the cloth bag and fell to the ground.

Countless monks who were watching the battle in the distance suddenly had looks of horror on their faces.

"Meng Meng Hedong?! Meng Hedong is dead?!"

The elders of the Meng family, who had been madly suppressed by Dugu Ni, were even more furious when they saw this scene.

"Donger?!!!"

In an instant, Meng Changyuan's face changed drastically, and he suddenly raised his head to look at Chen Zhixing and Chen Chouer.

In just a moment, he understood everything.

"You are looking for death!!!"

Meng Changyuan was completely enraged, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

If Meng Hedong was just abandoned, then there would still be a glimmer of hope! But Meng Hedong is dead, which means that their Meng family has completely lost the opportunity to regain immortality! !

The next moment.

Boom——!!! A pressure from the peak of the ninth level of the True Self, even with a hint of the aura of Nirvana, suddenly rose from Meng Changyuan’s body.

"Half a step to Nirvana?" Chen Zhixing's eyes flashed.

puff.

He pushed his hand suddenly, pushing Chen Chou'er next to him away.

Meng Changyuan, who was just standing there, appeared in front of the two of them and stretched out his big hand to grab Chen Chou'er! After missing the target with one claw, Meng Changyuan remained calm and continued to push forward, slapping Chen Zhixing with one palm.

Between his five fingers, countless brilliant fairy lights gathered together to form a storm in his palm!

"bring it on!!"

Chen Zhixing let out a long roar, pulled his right arm back, and punched down.

A terrifying force that could overwhelm mountains and grab hundreds of peaks suddenly surged up.

Boom——!!! The fists and palms collided, making a deafening explosion!

The earth was shaking wildly, and the protective formation of the Tianlan Holy Land was instantly activated, flashing several ripples.

Countless monks covered their ears and squatted down with painful expressions.

Chen Zhixing changed his tactics instantly, throwing hundreds of punches in a thousandth of a second! !

Two chapters in one, there will be a big chapter at midnight.

(End of this chapter)