"In his hands... It's the Cleansing Sword!" The monks present were all quick-minded, and finally recognized the origin of the Cleansing Sword.

If there was no Cleansing Sword, it would be impossible for Chu Yunfeng to cultivate the sword technique after the seventh form, let alone use a weapon that was only a mid-rank mortal to deal with Wu Fengyu.

After killing Wu Fengyu, the Thunder Tribulation aimed at Chu Yunfeng again, and felt the residual Heavenly Tribulation aura on his body, and then slowly retreated.

The catastrophe subsided, Wu Fengyu was dead, and I don't know how Lian Shunwu would react.

Overnight, Chu Yunfeng was born, and the news of triggering the Heavenly Tribulation with the Eleventh Form of the Heavenly Sword Technique spread throughout the continent, making him a "taboo" existence.

Soon, there were good deeds who turned over the fact that the Ancient Yao Palace was destroyed by the Taiyi Holy Land, the Blood Lan Holy Land and the Yushan Holy Land. At this time, people discovered the extraordinaryness of the Heavenly Sword Technique.

During the heyday of the Yao Palace, a strong person who cultivated this sword technique to the eleventh form could induce the great realm of any realm to ascend to the Thunder Tribulation. Once the thunder tribulation is triggered, if the monk is not prepared for the tribulation, he will inevitably die.

This formed a unique phenomenon: only those monks who were on the verge of breakthrough and were well prepared dared to come out to challenge Chu Yunfeng.

Qianling Mountain, the palm of the hall.

"Lord Zhangzun, the tragic death of my disciple Wu Fengyu is a great loss to the Holy Land, and Chu Yunfeng should pay the price for this!" said Lian Shunwuyi.

Mu Yuanshan frowned slightly, a little unhappy in his heart, and said, "Elder Lian, don't you know the edict issued by the deity?"

"Naturally, I know!" Lian Shunwu replied, "Wu Fengyu is extremely talented, once he breaks through the Transformation God Realm, he will at least be a general-level strength. For the Holy Land, it is a big help, it shouldn't die in vain!

Lian Shunwu's tone was very respectful, but the words were full of provocation. None of the disciples and elders on either side dared to squeak.

After a moment of silence, the person concerned, Chu Yunfeng, stood up and said, "Lord Zhangzun, please forgive the disciple for not being in a situation, I want to learn from Elder Lian's high skills!"

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar in the hall. Chu Yunfeng, as a newly promoted holy son, only had the cultivation of the Spirit Infant Realm, and he dared to challenge Lian Shunwu, which was undoubtedly a bear's heart and a leopard's gall.

But soon, they thought of Chu Yunfeng's reliance on daring to say this. Lian Shunwu was only in the late stage of the Transformation God Realm, far from the time to break through, if Chu Yunfeng used his sword intent to attract his Mahayana Thunder Tribulation, he would inevitably be wiped out.

"Boy, the old man has been practicing for hundreds of years, and you are the first person who dares to threaten me!" Lian Shunwu's face was not good, and his eyes narrowed.

"What's Elder Lian's words!" Chu Yunfeng immediately denied Lian Shunwu's words, and said with a sincere smile, "The disciple has heard that Elder Lian's cultivation is superb and his strength is extraordinary, and he just wants to ask for a lesson or two, so he definitely has no other meaning!"

"As a deacon elder of the Holy Land, you are highly respected, and your status is second only to Lord Zhangzun, and you are not hesitant to give advice!"

The corners of Mu Yuanshan, who was sitting at the head, twitched.

Chu Yunfeng's words were completely ridiculous. When he was young, he was still in the Forgotten Land, not to mention who Lian Shunwu was, he didn't even know what the Heavenly Eagle Continent was, and he obviously relied on the eleventh sword technique to threaten Lian Shunwu.

"Chu Yunfeng, knowing that Elder Lian is highly respected, do you still want to be respectful?" Behind Lian Shunwu, a white-headed old man seemed to be unaccustomed to Chu Yunfeng's words and deeds, and shouted angrily.

Without waiting for Chu Yunfeng to respond, Lian Shunwu turned his head to look directly at Mu Yuanshan and questioned: "Lord Zhangzun, with your cultivation as the realm, you still have a long lifespan, why would you suddenly announce that you will impact the Mahayana realm in a hundred years?

Mu Yuanshan slowly tapped on the table with two fingers, not in a hurry to answer Lian Shunwu's question, but waited for his next step.

Sure enough, Lian Shunwu pondered for a while, and threw out a heavy question: "Could it be that Lord Zhangzun has an injury on his body, and he can only hold on for a hundred years?"

"Lian Shunwu, you are presumptuous!" An old man on the opposite side of the column immediately stood up and refuted Lian Shunwu, "Lord Zhangzun's strength is all over the sky, except for a few old monsters, who can hurt him?"

It's just that Mu Yuanshan's edict was indeed very sudden, which caught everyone off guard, and the old man retorted fiercely, but there was a thick look of worry on his face.

"Lord Palm, you..."

Many people were driven by Lian Shunwu's thoughts, and their faces were sad, and the audience shook for a while.

If the impact of Mu Yuanshan fails, and the Blood Lan Holy Land does not have a peak powerhouse of the Transformation Gods, it will definitely be coveted by other forces.

Moreover, in recent years, there have been many different voices in the Holy Land, and there are faint people who want to provoke internal contradictions. Once Mu Yuanshan is gone, the consequences are unimaginable.

Mu Yuanshan waved his hand to stop people's speculation and said: "The Blood Lan Holy Land has been established for more than 100,000 years, and there has never been a Mahayana, which is the regret of the masters of the past dynasties. ”

"Chu Yunfeng only relies on a sword technique, comparable to the Transformation God Realm, if he goes further, he will be able to compete with the Mahayana old monster. Do you know what a Mahayana existence means to the Holy Land? You don't know!" Mu Yuanshan said in a loud voice, "Only with the strength of the Mahayana realm can we stand tall in the ruins!"

Mu Yuanshan said, suddenly stood up, and looked at it from afar, full of yearning: "And the ruins are the closest place in the Heavenly Eagle Continent to the immortal realm!"

Celestial!

It is a place that every cultivator is fascinated by. It is a pity that for more than 100,000 years, not a single monk has been able to reach there, and they all died depressed after running out of longevity.

Hiss!

Everyone gasped, they never expected that Zhangzun's expectations for Chu Yunfeng would be so high!

The legendary fairy world!

"No matter how talented he is, he can't make the disciples feel cold!" Lian Shunwu was unmoved, "As a deacon elder, the old man can't explain to them!"

His words were earnest, his mouth was full of tears, and he almost burst into tears, casting a shadow of sadness in people's hearts.

"What do you want?" Lian Shunwu kept inciting everyone's emotions, and Mu Yuanshan didn't want to go around in circles with him.

"It's very simple, deprive Chu Yunfeng of the position of Holy Son!" Lian Shunwu had already prepared the answer.

This request does not seem to be excessive, and most of the people present can accept it, but this is only Lian Shunwu's first step.

Without the hat of the Holy Son, Chu Yunfeng lost his protective layer, and it was a matter of course to deal with him again.

Bang Bang Bang!

The sudden sound of clapping attracted everyone's attention.

"Elder Lian is really a good method!" but it was Chu Yunfeng clapping his hands, cheering for Lian Shunwu, "It's just that you are dealing with a disciple in such a roundabout way, isn't it a little dishonorable?"