"Do you think you still have that chance?" Chen Jinyuan sneered, and his peerless light skills were displayed, and he came to the front of the Canglan Ancestor in a flash.

Canglan Ancestor was urging the golden bowl, he was defenseless at all, he didn't even come back, his neck was already strangled by Chen Jinyuan in the palm of his hand, and the whole person was lifted up by Chen Jinyuan with one hand, and the golden bowl instantly dimmed, and fell to the ground with a bang.

"Boy, you're looking for death!" was actually choked by someone's neck, which was a great shame for a congenital powerhouse, and then grabbed Chen Jinyuan's hand with his left hand, stretched out his right arm, and punched Chen Jinyuan's lower abdomen.

This punch is at most more than 100,000 catties, which is too weak for himself, the corners of Chen Jinyuan's mouth are curved, and he also grabbed the fist of Canglan Ancestor with his right hand.

Canglan Ancestor was shocked, and he couldn't move in an inch with a punch of hatred, what kind of power is this?

"Ahh ~”

There was a terrible howl, blood splattered, and the right arm of the Canglan Ancestor was actually torn off alive by Chen Jinyuan.

Everyone was stunned, Canglan Ancestor, in the middle of the congenital stage, was actually like a chicken in this man's hands, how powerful is this man's power? The group of minions in Canglan Mountain were no longer surprised, but extremely frightened.

"Shut up, you've scared my ears!" Chen Jinyuan shouted, and the Canglan Ancestor howled loudly, making Chen Jinyuan feel that his eardrums were about to be broken. In just a few minutes, the situation was gorgeously reversed, and the Canglan Ancestor no longer had the arrogance at the beginning, but a completely miserable little old man.

"Uncle Mu, lock up this bald guy first. After I've interrogated him, I'll finish him off! Chen Jinyuan turned to Mu Qingyun, who was standing at the gate of the village in a daze, Chen Jinyuan has not immediately killed the Canglan Ancestor, this guy has lived for more than two hundred years, and he is also a congenital master, and he must know Penglai very well. Let's get a little bit out of this old guy's mouth first.

It was Mu Qing who came back to his senses first, and pushed Mu Qingyun, who was glazed over, Mu Qingyun then woke up, his face showed ecstasy, and he hurriedly called the two of them, stepped forward tremblingly, and carried the bloodied Canglan Ancestor into the village.

Canglan Ancestor is a tumor that harms the Qingshan, and the devil in the minds of hundreds of villages around is now actually captured, and at the moment when Canglan Ancestor is carried into the village, the small Mujia Village immediately boiled, cheers and applause were endless, and many people even left tears of excitement.

"As for you...... Canglan Ancestor was carried away, Chen Jinyuan turned to look at the group of minions who were so frightened that they almost peed their pants, with a cold smile on his face.

"The seniors spare their lives, and the mountain gods spare their lives!"

"Mountain God, all this is done by the old man, we are all forced!"

"Mountain God, what Canglan Lao'er did has nothing to do with us, we are also victims!"

"The mountain god spares his life, the mountain god spares his life~~!" ……

As soon as Chen Jinyuan turned around, the group of minions, dozens of people, immediately popped, and knelt on the ground in unison, like dead parents, crying bitterly, kowtowing and begging for mercy.

"You guys are fighting for the tiger, you have done all the bad things, and it is not a pity to die, now I will order you to die in the name of the god of the green mountains!" Chen Jinyuan's words were light and light, and Chrysostom said casually.

Before he could beg for mercy, he found that his neck seemed to be choked by something.

Suffocation, frightened, eyes bulging, everyone's face showed a sense of horror, feeling that something was quickly draining from their body, the body quickly became weak, the eyes were rapidly dilated, the eyes were dark, no longer seeing things, no longer hearing sounds, dead can no longer die. …,

Killed so many people in one sentence, the people who watched the excitement at the entrance of the village, seeing this strange and terrifying scene, were all guessing in their hearts, this mysterious Mr. Chen, could it really be that he was hiding the green mountains? Only the mountain god has that ability, and with a wave of his hand, he will play with the powerful Canglan Ancestor in the palm of his hand.

"Fahai Golden Bowl!"

Chen Jinyuan leaned down, picked up the golden bowl left by the ancestor of Canglan, and looked at it carefully, except that this golden bowl was made of gold, shining gold, and gorgeous on the surface, it seemed to be no different from the bowl used by ordinary people to serve rice.

However, this golden bowl has become so huge in the hands of the Canglan Ancestor just now, and it also gives himself a feeling of extreme danger, it must not be a mortal thing, but I don't know where the Canglan Ancestor got this kind of treasure, and how to use this golden bowl.

"It's a good baby!" Chen Jinyuan was overjoyed in his heart, put away the golden bowl, and interrogated and interrogated the old man later, and everything would naturally be clear.

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At night, the firewood house at the east end of the village.

"Canglan Ancestor, Mr. Chen has something to ask you!" Mu Qingyun took Chen Jinyuan into the firewood room, and the Canglan Ancestor was locked in this firewood room.

Firewood house zhong

Yāng has a pillar, surrounded by firewood, and on top of the pillar is tied to a bald guy with a wrist-thick iron chain, which is the arrogant Canglan Ancestor during the day, the Canglan Ancestor at this moment has a sluggish demeanor, his face is old, the pain of a broken arm and excessive blood loss make his face extremely pale, and his skin is wrinkled like a thousand layers of belly.

Canglan Ancestor is more than two hundred years old, practicing Huanxi Demon Skill, relying on picking yin to replenish yang, so that his body is still as energetic as a young man, and he is still strong in his two hundred years, but at this moment, he is no different from an ordinary little old man, a living old man