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Three monks rushed into the hall.
They all looked like old men, and the one in the lead had white hair and beard, and a ruddy complexion, which really gave him a bit of an immortal look. He looked like an elder or ancestor of a decent sect in a TV show.
However, in Chen Huaian's eyes.
This old man is entangled in karma, and I don’t know how many souls and causes and consequences of living beings he is carrying on his shoulders.
Not a good thing.
But I can understand.
If they have built a temple in the mortal world, they must be doing something shameful.
"Master, help me!" Ling Xiao said with bloodshot eyes.
He had lost an arm and his fighting power was reduced.
He was not Li Qingran's opponent in the first place, and now he was even more alone.
He was about to be defeated and was killed by Li Qingran with a sword.
"I said, stop!"
The old man roared angrily and was about to circulate his true energy to stop Li Qingran, but he suddenly found that the true energy in his body was like a pool of stagnant water and he couldn't mobilize it at all.
Li Qingran approached the fallen Ling Xiaozhen and stabbed him with a sword. The cold light flashed and pierced through Ling Xiaozhen's neck.
Ling Xiaozhen's physical body died suddenly, and his Nascent Soul flew towards the palace in an instant.
Although Li Qingran is very powerful, he is not yet at the stage of intercepting Yuanying.
She immediately chased after him, and when she saw Ling Xiaodao was about to slip away, she became more and more anxious.
The next second, the Nascent Soul screamed "Ouch" and crashed into a transparent wall.
This time the collision was really hard.
Ling Xiaodao's Yuanying fell from the air, holding his forehead, and rolled on the floor.
Li Qingran knew that his master must have made preparations in advance. He felt warm in his heart but did not miss this opportunity. He turned his wrist, and the Suxian sword danced with a sword light that instantly engulfed Ling Xiaodao's Nascent Soul.
Followed by a wailing.
This Ling Xiao Dao cannot be deader.
The moment Ling Xiaodao's Nascent Soul dissipated, the entire Golden Palace trembled slightly.
The heavy dark clouds in the sky began to slowly dissipate, and a few long-lost rays of sunlight shone through the clouds. In a village not far away, several elderly people who had been seriously ill for many days suddenly felt much better, and the originally withered crops seemed to have a little more vitality.
These subtle changes may not be noticeable to ordinary people, but they are obvious to Chen Huaian.
Ling Xiaodao used the destiny of the Southern Dynasty as consumables for repairing his chain. Now that he is dead and his Taoism is gone, the destiny of the Southern Dynasty will naturally benefit him.
"How dare you kill my disciple?" The white-haired old man's face suddenly changed, "Who are you?!"
At this moment, the disguised immortal look on his face disappeared completely.
All that was left was a mixture of shock and anger and a hint of barely perceptible fear.
He stared at Chen Huaian, his voice trembling with pressure and a hint of luck: "I am the leader of the Yunya Sect - Old Cangwu! Daoist friend, you have reached the highest level of cultivation, why do you have to make a mortal enemy with the Yunya Sect for a few mortal ants? Ling Xiao may have acted in a biased way, but his crime is not punishable by death! Let's put this matter behind us. The Yunya Sect is willing to give you a treasure and turn hostility into friendship. How do you think?"
The two monks who came with Elder Cangwu were shocked.
You know, Old Man Cangwu usually doesn't speak to you in such a gentle voice.
Especially when his direct disciple was killed by him, who is this man in black clothes and grey hair whose cultivation level is unknown? !
But they don't know that Old Man Cangwu is suffering a lot.
The higher your cultivation level, the more you can see.
He was a master of the Cavernous Void Realm, but his vast true essence seemed to be suppressed by a mountain, and he didn't move at all!
The source of the confinement was precisely the black-clothed swordsman in front of him with an ethereal and unfathomable aura.
He could not see through Chen Huaian's cultivation at all. He only felt that he was like an ancient well with no bottom, or a vast and boundless starry sky. Just standing there calmly made his soul tremble.
Reconciliation is the only way out he can think of.
escape?
The true essence is imprisoned, unless you fight to the death...
Hearing this, Chen Huaian didn't even bother to raise his eyelids, as if there was no such person as Old Cangwu in front of him.
He took a step forward and instantly came to Li Qingran's side, passing a trace of true energy to her.
At this moment, Li Qingran had just put away his sword, and his aura was still a little agitated.
This strand of true energy just managed to stabilize her breathing, and her true energy returned to its peak state.
"Qingran, the little bug is dead, but there are still some bugs."
Chen Huaian touched Li Qingran's head, his tone as calm as if he was talking about the weather: "And this one is the real pest, I will give it to you to kill!"
His voice was not loud, but it clearly penetrated the bloody smell in the hall and the panic of the old man Cangwu, and fell into Li Qingran's ears.
"Yes, Master!" Li Qingran could feel the gap between herself and Master Cangwu, but she showed no fear.
With her master by her side, she is not afraid of anything!
Chen Huaian said no more, but casually raised his right hand, with five fingers stretched out, and pressed towards the old man Cangwu from a distance.
An invisible restraining force that seemed to come from the original law of nature, like hundreds of millions of invisible chains, instantly wrapped around Cangwu Old Man's Dantian Qi Sea and the acupoints all over his body!
This was to completely seal his cultivation and send him down to the Void Realm!
As a master, what he has to do is to protect his disciples, but he cannot hinder their growth.
Then suppress Old Cangwu to the Nascent Soul stage. He believes that Li Qingran can defeat Old Cangwu.
“No——!” The ghost of old Cangwu was waking up. The invisible force of confinement had not yet completely added to his body, but he felt a catastrophe.
He had no doubt that once he was completely sealed, what would be waiting for him was Li Qingran's sword intent that could easily destroy a Nascent Soul.
At the critical moment of life and death, the instinct for survival overwhelms fear.
The final burst of madness and cruelty appeared in Old Man Cangwu's eyes.
He bit his tongue hard, spurted out a mouthful of blood, formed seals with his hands, and roared:
"The dragon veins of all nations, the luck is on me! With my soul, I invite the ancestors! The people are complaining, the mountains and rivers are heavy - all because of your power! Rise!!!"
Boom——!!!
The entire Golden Palace, no, the entire capital of the Southern Dynasty, and even the entire territory of the Southern Dynasty, seemed to tremble violently at this moment.
Soon after, several small countries around the Southern Dynasty began to tremble violently, like a dragon turning over.
A vast dragon roar that seemed to come from the ancient times and seemed to have condensed the hearts and minds of hundreds of millions of people suddenly exploded from deep within the veins!
Visible to the naked eye, a dragon-shaped aura as thick as a pillar supporting the sky and composed of pure golden light rushed out from the bottom of the palace and instantly pierced through the dome of the Golden Throne Hall.
Wherever the golden light passed, bricks and rubble disappeared silently, revealing the sky with changing clouds and winds.
The dragon's shadow was not illusory. Its scales were gleaming, its whiskers were fluttering, and its eyes were burning with the flames of the rise and fall of dynasties. It had the majestic power to suppress the mountains and rivers and rule over all the people.
With Cangwu Lao as the center, the phantoms of countless mountains, rivers, cities, villages and towns quickly emerged, expanded, and rotated.
That is the projection of the vast territory of the Southern Dynasty.
The surging river, the towering mountains, the ancient cities, the crisscrossing fields...
Countless lights and shadows intertwined and overlapped, as if the weight and existence of the entire country were compressed into this inch.
The space groaned as if it was overwhelmed, the light was distorted, and the laws seemed to be in disorder.
Li Qingran looked at the earth-shaking vision in front of him and couldn't help but take a breath.
Even though she knew her master was by her side, she still felt pressured when faced with such a terrifying force.
Liu Cui'e was even worse. The girl was hugging a half-broken pillar, her face was pale, she was shaking with fear, her mouth was open and she was speechless. She didn't even know how to cry.
However, the next second, the scene suddenly changed.
The dark red blood light, which was as sticky as substance, surged and instantly filled the entire palace, and spread wildly towards the outside.
In the blood, countless twisted and painful faces of residual souls emerged, screaming and struggling. There were wailing farmers, desperate women, stillborn babies, and soldiers who died in battle...
These are manifestations of the sins he carried for plundering the fortunes of various nations and harming lives.
The sticky blood light seemed to have life, squirming, swallowing up the light, emitting a nauseating smell of sweetness and despair, and gradually permeating the golden dragon energy.
The golden dragon turned into an evil dragon.
It roared, carrying with it endless karma and filth, like a backflowing Styx, madly and recklessly pouring into the aging body of Cangwu Lao.
His body was instantly submerged in ink, and only a vague black mist-like figure could be seen.
At the same time, his aura rose steadily, and he reached the perfection of Dongxu almost instantly, and was only one step away from Sheng.
“It’s all your fault!”
A pale, withered finger stretched out from the black fog, pointing viciously at Chen Huaian and Li Qingran.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have to forcefully activate the dragon vein power, and I wouldn't have to suffer the backlash of karma..."
"I only need to rest for a thousand years to completely refine the dragon veins of all countries and achieve the realm of Martial Arts!"
"Now, everything is ruined!"
Old Man Cangwu howled, and the space around him was corroded by filthy karma, forming unstable void cracks that flowed with eerie murderous energy.
His pressure was extremely strong, carrying with it endless malice and destruction.
The area in front of the Golden Throne Hall was crumbling inch by inch and had long since turned into a ruin.
At this moment, Old Man Cangwu was like an evil demon that had crawled out of the blood sea hell. Compared to him, all the demon cultivators in the Cangyun Realm had to call him "Brother".
"Now, you will die for me!"
Old Man Cangwu laughed wildly, with crazy flames burning in his eyes.
He felt the surging power in his body, as if he saw hope again.
Even if he had to force it, even if he had to endure the backlash of karma, but at least now he had a cultivation base close to that of a great master!
Facing the roar of Old Man Cangwu, Chen Huaian just frowned slightly.
"Noisy!"
He pressed the finger that he was holding loosely, and then pressed it down lightly.
There was no earth-shattering explosion, no dazzling collision of divine light, and no fierce confrontation of laws.
It was as if he had just brushed away a willow leaf covered in dust.
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There was a sound as soft as a candle being extinguished.
The brilliant dragon energy that penetrated the sky was like a punctured illusion. It instantly dissipated into a sky full of flowing fire and disappeared silently.
The swirling, heavy images of mountains, rivers, and the country disappeared in an instant like a sand painting being erased.
The terrifying pressure and torrent of resentment brought about by the burning sins, which were enough to corrode one's heart, came to an abrupt halt, like a stream whose source had been cut off.
The strength and aura of Old Man Cangwu were like a punctured balloon, instantly deflated.
The body that was swollen due to the power infused into it quickly shriveled up, even more decadent than before, with only astonishment and disbelief left on his face.
"This...how is this possible..." Old Man Cangwu widened his eyes, his lips trembling.
He just mobilized the dragon vein forces of several countries!
That is a terrifying force that is close to the realm of Martial Arts!
But in front of this, it was resolved so easily?
No, it’s not about resolving, but about crushing!
It's as easy as stepping on an ant to death!
“You… who are you…” In the smoke-filled ruins, only the sound of old Cangwu kneeling down could be heard.
The true essence in his body, along with the heaven-shaking national destiny force he had just borrowed, was completely, cleanly, and neatly suppressed by an absolute force that he could not understand or resist, leaving only the cultivation of the Nascent Soul.
Chen Huaian retracted his hand, as if he had only done something insignificant, without even moving the corner of his clothes.
He looked at Li Qingran who was standing with a sword in his hand, his voice was calm, with a barely perceptible hint of doting.
"Go, Qingran..."
"Kill him."
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