Chapter 515： Huayang fell, and the grassland ended! (You can read the book)

The method of the magic flame is the method that Chen Yuan realized when he observed Mo Luo's actions.

Whenever Mo Luo possesses his body, Chen Yuan is equivalent to observing his own changes from the first perspective, including this illusory magic flame, which has been explored by Chen Yuan all the time, and Mo Luo's pointing from time to time.

It can already be regarded as a good method.

Moreover, this means is very critical.

Although due to the limitation of his own strength, he can only imprison the enemy at close range for a moment, but in many cases, it is this moment that often determines the victory.

Chen Yuan had used up most of his methods in his fight with the real Huayang of the Qishan tribe before, and he only left this method in order to give him a fatal blow at a critical moment.

Now, here's your chance!

The High Priest Qi Shan's eyes were terrified, he felt that he could not move, he was flustered, and wanted to say something, but it was too late.

Chen Yuan raised his right arm, the mysterious and simple lines quickly condensed, and the blood of the flesh roared, which had reached the extreme under Chen Yuan's mobilization.

The inner Tiandan in the dantian rotated wildly, gathering the power in Chen Yuan's palm.

The double peaks of Qi refining and body refining brought Chen Yuan enormous power. The moment he swung his fist, there seemed to be a loud explosion in the void.

suddenly fell on the high priest.

The moment he was imprisoned, he just broke free, and there was no time to escape, so he could only watch helplessly as the terrifying power unleashed on himself.

"Boom!"

With one punch, the world was shocked.

The void seems to be completely frozen at this moment, and the picture is also frozen at this moment.

The Qishan warriors below looked at this scene, and they also froze in place, their eyes filled with disbelief.

The terrifying roar exploded.

The frozen frame shattered suddenly, and the body of the high priest exploded into a blood mist!

died?

died!

The high priest died!

Everyone was shocked, but what followed was fear and fear. Even the high priest died at the hands of that strong Central Plains man. What could they do?

However, Chen Yuan did not take it lightly, because in his perception, only the flesh body burst, and the primordial spirit seemed to be still there!

However, it has disappeared without a trace.

Only those blood mist and stumps fell from the void.

While Chen Yuan was looking for the primordial spirit of that old thing, the surrounding hundreds of feet of space suddenly froze, exactly the same as Chen Yuan's previous method, thirty feet in front of Chen Yuan.

A three-inch illusory figure was staring at him, eyes full of hatred!

This person is the high priest of Qishan.

At the moment when his body was shattered, he already understood that there was nothing he could do. He could only mobilize the soul that had not been stabilized to leave the body, but... he could only survive for a while.

The primordial spirit that has just broken through is too fragile, and has not yet been refined.

If he can't find a suitable physical body within seven days, then his primordial spirit will gradually disappear.

So, his eyes are full of resentment at this moment!

This is definitely revenge for destroying Dao!

Since he has just broken through the cultivation base of Yuanshen, even if he finds a suitable physical body, he will never think about going further in the future, and can only be trapped in this realm forever.

And all of this was caused by the Central Plains warrior in front of him.

So, he must die!

Only death can wash away his resentment.

Even directly resorted to desperate means.

Kill him directly with Yuanshen.

Cultivation level has not reached Yuanshen, if there is no means of cultivating the soul, it is impossible to stop such an offensive.

Of course, as a price, he will also lose his soul.

But if this is not the case, this Central Plains warrior will slaughter the Qishan tribe, and they must divide life and death.

"Central Plains people, you have to pay the price!"

The voice of the high priest resounded through the void, and then Yuanshen rushed straight to Chen Yuan.

And under his desperate means, the nearby void was also affected, Chen Yuan could only move slightly, and there was no time to dodge. Most importantly,

Yuanshen is extremely fast.

The distance of tens of feet is only a blink of an eye.

Chen Yuan's eyes were fixed, and knowing that he couldn't avoid it, he quickly prepared a response, the blood of his body surged, and mysterious and simple lines condensed on his body.

The Emperor Butcher's Knife was directly in front of him.

When the three-inch primordial spirit of the high priest was striding across the void, it swelled against the wind, and directly swelled to a state no different from a real person. If it weren't for the shimmering light emanating from his body, it would be a bit vain.

It can't be seen that it is the soul at all.

The high priest pointed at the Emperor Butcher Knife, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

It seems that he has seen the despair of this young Central Plains warrior.

It is worth it to have such a Central Plains warrior buried with him!

But before he could go any further, before Chen Yuan mobilized all his power, suddenly, a layer of jet-black flames ignited from the Emperor Butcher Knife.

In an instant, a somewhat strange face appeared.

Smiled at the high priest Jie Jie, opened his mouth suddenly and swallowed it.

"Do not!"

These are the last words of the high priest.

He didn't see Chen Yuan's despair, he didn't see his death, and at the most critical moment, he was swallowed by Mo Luo's demon.

Chewing the primordial spirit of the High Priest of Qishan in his mouth, Mo Luo's demon showed a delicious expression, turned his head to look at Chen Yuan, and quickly returned to the Emperor Butcher Knife.

Moro made a move!

Solved the last desperate method of the high priest of Qishan for Chen Yuan.

It also made him let out a long breath of foul air.

To tell the truth, he has never practiced the secret technique of soul attack, and he is still a little worried about the means of resisting the opponent just now.

Even if it can resist, I am afraid it will end in serious injury.

Huayang real person, really should not be underestimated.

He can split 50/50 with ordinary methods, but he is still a weakness in terms of Yuanshen and Soul.

Unless the opponent directly attacked Chen Yuan's altar, in that case, perhaps the Altar of Luck would automatically protect the Lord.

But it's useless to say anything now, at least the result is good for him.

Looking back, because no one moved the two phantoms in the void, both of them have disappeared at this moment, and the dragon soul of the Emperor Butcher Knife also roared into the Emperor Butcher Knife.

Only a rope with a faint golden light was left in the void.

Called casually, the rope quickly fell into Chen Yuan's hands, leaving many traces on it, and it is estimated that it will be destroyed by the dragon soul in a moment.

But it seems that it can still be used.

Bundle?

good.

It is a means of imprisoning people.

Calmly put this rare treasure into the space of Tianshu, Chen Yuan turned his eyes to the warriors of the Qishan tribe below, with a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth.

The real opponent has been resolved, and these miscellaneous fish naturally cannot be let go.

Chen Yuan's eyes terrified them, and they immediately turned around to run away, but unfortunately, they had no chance, and an invisible bloodthirsty force enveloped the surrounding area.

The warriors of the Qishan tribe fell down one by one, with horror on their faces.

After everyone was resolved, Chen Yuan said:

"Thank you, senior, for your help."

"This person's methods are really extraordinary. If you can do this step, you can already compete with the real Huayang real person, but there is still a shortcoming in terms of spirit and soul.

The poor monk has a secret art of the soul, which is suitable for you. Now that you have almost reached the level of cultivation, you are only one step away from Huayang, so you can start to practice. "

Mo Luo's ethereal voice sounded in Chen Yuan's ears.

"That's it. Then thank you, senior."

Chen Yuan said in a deep voice.

Mo Luo is right. Now that his physical body and qi refining have both reached the peak, he can prepare to break through the matter of transforming yang in the next step, but this last step is not easy to cross.

Otherwise, there would not be so few Huayang real people in the Jianghu.

Although Chen Yuan met Huayang and even the immortals of the Six Realms, if we really calculate the distribution, we can find that Huayang real people are still very rare.

Only in this way can the mountain gate where the real Huayang sits be called a top force.

Not to mention suppressing a state, but absolutely top-notch existence.

However, if he wants to truly break through the realm of Huayang, there is still a threshold in front of Chen Yuan, that is Yunshen, and only by cultivating a little divine light can he have a chance to break through.

This is also a real difficulty.

However, for Chen Yuan, this problem is actually not a big problem, because he has already started this process a long time ago.

Whether it is the purple energy coming from the east when the alchemy is formed, or the starlight entering the alchemy later, they are essentially nourishing for Chen Yuan.

And he already had a faint feeling.

It won't be long before he will be able to 'accumulate divine light'.

Even if he practiced step by step, he was confident that he could reach this step within three months.

This surpasses many people.

Not to mention other people, there are rumors in the world that the top five of the Billboard are either stuck in this level, or have just cultivated their divine light.

So Chen Yuan is very satisfied.

The soul secret technique that Mo Luo passed on to Chen Yuan is called "God Thorn". The name is very simple, but its power is very impressive.

It is a secret technique that Mo Luo obtained by accident when he was a Bodhisattva in Lingshan.

As long as the practice is successful, as in the case of the high priest of Qishan before, there will be no more accidents, and he can be stabbed to death directly!

After killing all the people brought by the high priest, Chen Yuan adjusted his state on the spot, then changed direction and went to the Qishan tribe's residence.

Since the feud has been forged, there is no need to hold back.

The Central Plains Grassland is at odds with each other, so he has to do something.

After all, people who are not of my race must have a different heart.

The Qishan Tribe's base is on the side of the Qishan Mountains. There is also no city wall, and it is covered by towering tents. At a glance, there are quite a few people.

This is only the headquarters. As far as Chen Yuan knows, there are other tribes of the Qishan tribe, which are distributed within the territory.

At this moment, inside Qi Shan's residence.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and subconsciously looked into the void, where a black cloud gradually gathered and shrouded towards the station.

The faces of many strong men who stayed behind in the tribe gradually became a little dignified.

"Is this... someone trying to attack?"

"Quick, go find the high priest!"

King Qishan was summoned by the royal court to go to the Central Plains, and the strongest person left behind was the High Priest. Therefore, after something happened, the first reaction of many people was to look for the whereabouts of the High Priest.

Let him call the shots.

But when several people were discussing, there was some commotion in the center of the Qishan tribe, and an astonishing news quickly spread to their ears.

The soul lamp of the high priest is off!

They know all too well what this means.

The high priest has fallen!

This is definitely huge news. Seeing the powerful enemy attacking, the high priest fell again, and everyone suddenly lost their backbone.

"Hurry up and inform the chief elder. In addition, pass my order to mobilize all the cavalry left behind by the tribe, and prepare for battle!" A middle-aged man stood up.

He is the younger brother of King Qishan, with a respected status.

Seeing that no one is in charge, I can only bite the bullet and go on.

Facing his order, everyone froze for a moment, then quickly listened to the order and went to gather all the cavalry in the station. Even if the high priest was not there, they still had the strength to fight by relying on the battle formation.

Qi Shan Yungu looked at the black clouds gathering in the void, his face became more and more solemn, but for some reason, that person didn't make a move, and he didn't know what he was waiting for.

Is it just to demonstrate?

In the void, Chen Yuan's eyes were very indifferent, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

The ancient gold royal court actually sent troops!

This news has been confirmed by him and is completely correct.

Before he came to the Qishan tribe's camp, he met a group of patrolling cavalry. He learned about this from their conversation, and then he used means to press him.

The result is still that one.

Gu Jin sweated Wanyan Tianba, and the **** general Wanyan Shu personally led 700,000 cavalry to break through the Liangzhou barrier in the Central Plains. I have to say that this news is very big.

It is also a huge disaster for Zhongyuan.

At least as far as he knew, there had been no such huge movement on the grassland in the past hundred years.

He couldn't help but think of the previous incident, could he be the trigger?

Although his character is ruthless, after many changes, he also has some different ideas from before. He definitely does not want to see the fate of the Central Plains.

Although, Wang Ting's Eastern Expedition has some advantages for him.

For example, it will aggravate the decline of the court again.

Therefore, Chen Yuan hopes that the imperial court will suffer heavy losses on the one hand, and on the other hand, he does not want the northern barbarians to successfully break through, and just weaken the imperial court's strength.

Of course, the main reason is that he is not yet ready to rebel.

If it could be delayed for a few years and give him time to grow up, the Sima family probably wouldn't be able to survive under the external and internal troubles.

He will also have a chance.

But the 700,000 army marching eastward, no matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like they can retreat easily.

"Senior, if there is another disturbance in the Ancient Jin King City, can you force Wanyan Tianba to retreat?" Chen Yuan asked in a deep voice.

If he can, he will grasp the measure and make a shot at a certain moment.

Not only hit the imperial court, but also allowed the Sima family to survive for a few more years.

"Wang Ting is not that simple. The last time I just hit the opponent by surprise, and another strong man shot, so it went so smoothly.

It is almost impossible to think about it again. "

"The barbarian **** of the ancient gold royal court has awakened, and it will take a while to be silent again. If you and I go now, we are going to die."

Mo Luo's voice reached Chen Yuan's ears.

Hearing these words, Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes and shone fiercely.

"Wang Ting's Eastern Expedition cannot be decided just because of one or two things. Presumably, the preparations have been made long before the Wang Ting's sacrifice, but this matter really depends on the court's response.

If the border of Liangyou is breached, the world will probably fall into chaos. Unfortunately, it is not yet the time. The Taoist Palace is not ready yet, and neither are you. "

"This matter is beyond our expectations, but I don't know if the king of Beiliang can support the 700,000 cavalry in the grassland." Chen Yuan's eyes flickered.

"The one from Wudang Mountain has already made a breakthrough, and may make a move if necessary."

"Oh?"

Chen Yuan nodded thoughtfully.

If the immortal makes a move, then I'm afraid it's really not necessarily true.

But in theory, the strength of the Central Plains is naturally far superior to that of the Mobei Grassland, but the power is too scattered, the power of the rivers and lakes is too strong, and the ten immortal sects alone control an extremely strong power.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yuan suppressed this idea temporarily. No matter what, Zhongyuan will suffer a lot this time. Now that he has the opportunity,

Naturally, I have to take revenge first.

Qishan Wangbu.

Annihilate it.

There was no trace of pity in Chen Yuan's eyes, he quickly took out the Chen clan battle flag from the Tianshu space, and dripped a drop of blood on it, with a thought.

Suddenly the trumpet sounded between heaven and earth, and an air of iron and blood filled the air.

At the same time, a strong Yin Qi was rising within a few miles around.

The battle flag waved.

In an instant, heroic spirits appeared all over the sky.

Chen Yuan didn't talk too much nonsense, pointed directly at the Qishan tribe below, and said in a deep voice:

"Today. Bloodbath the Qishan Department!"

"Follow the orders of the young master!"

"Follow the orders of the young master!"

Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits roared in unison, and then the generals of the army appeared, and with the sound of a war drum, all the heroic spirits descended from the sky!

At this moment, the people below are not ready yet.

Many people stared blankly at the ghost soldier falling from the void, and froze in place for a while.

"Will the senior feel pity?"

Looking at the slaughter below, Chen Yuan suddenly asked.

"All living beings are equal, and the poor monk will naturally feel pity."

"Then why didn't senior stop it?"

Chen Yuan asked with flickering eyes.

The other party had tested his character before, and now, Chen Yuan also wanted to see how Mo Luo would react.

"If the poor monk stops you, will you definitely stop?"

"Of course not. The northern barbarian tribe has knocked on the border every year for two hundred years and massacred the people of the Central Plains. Such crimes can only be made up for by blood for blood.

Besides, the younger generation has already formed a deadly enmity with this Qi Shan tribe, and it is absolutely impossible to hold back. "

Chen Yuan said lightly.

"So the poor monk will not stop."

After Moro finished speaking, he fell completely silent.

Chen Yuan had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

This day was the darkest moment for the Qishan tribe. Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits formed a battle formation, and their power was astounding. Even the Qishan tribe still had tens of thousands of cavalry left behind.

But before a battle formation has been formed, there is not much resistance at all.

The Chen family army who once guarded the southern border against the demon clan, after hundreds of years away, started killing again on the grassland.

From the nobles of the Qishan tribe to the old and young, women and children.

Under the passage of Yin soldiers, no one survived.

There is nothing worthy of pity. When the northern barbarians knocked at the customs, they did more than anything!