What is the Chen family's crime?

When this vigorous voice sounded, everyone looked up at the sky and followed the direction from which the voice came.

I saw that the dark firmament that was originally like the end of the world suddenly crossed a cold light.

This cold light is like a meteor piercing through the darkness, accompanied by a dazzling streamer, roaring.

It was a sword, a sword from thousands of miles away.

Thousands of miles away, thousands of years ago, there were nine dragons pulling the coffin to fall in Qinglong Mountain, this sword is from the person in the coffin, the first generation of celestials under the tomb of the Chen family raising dragons, the crazy Emperor Chen Qing who dared to ascend to the sky and kill the gods.

When the sword swept into the wind, it flew with the sound of a dragon's groan.

Among the feng shui celestial masters, an old man walked out with steps.

The old man bent his back slightly, and a strong battle intent flashed across his furrowed face.

His name is Wang Shengfu, he is deaf in both ears, and he is called Wang Deaf, a deaf man who is deaf, blind, lame, and ghostly.

The king who once sealed his throat with a sword for thousands of miles.

He carried a sword on his back, a seemingly inconspicuous copper coin sword.

The two deaf ears moved, and the deaf king pulled out the nine-eyed copper coin sword.

The body of the sword was stained with copper green and filled with gaps, each of which represented his great achievements.

The gas machine exploded, and the nine-eyed copper coin buzzed, as if the soul of the dead had died under the sword was roaring.

"Emperor Chen Qing, your time has passed, you shouldn't go on this troubled water! Some people say that I am the strongest swordsman in the feng shui circle, let me understand this sword of the Chen family today today! ”

With a cold snort arrogantly, Wang Deaf Zi sacrificed the sword talisman, and a sword shadow filled with murderous intent rushed up to the sky.

Two swords appeared in the air, and Emperor Chen Qingdi's sword was very skillful, with a monstrous anger.

And Wang Deaf's sword was even more powerful, like a bloodthirsty spirit snake, extremely agile.

The two swords intersected, and with a click, the sword of the spirit snake broke on the spot and turned invisible.

Wang Deaf took a few steps back one after another, and even the copper coin sword itself in his hand was instantly broken, and the nine copper coins that had swallowed thousands of ghost qi were also suddenly sprinkled on the ground, covered with patina at that moment.

Spit out a mouthful of blood, and the deaf man sat down on the ground, muttering to himself as if crazy: "This is impossible, this is impossible...... I'm defeated...... Ha ha...... My king's husband is defeated! ”

And after Emperor Chen Qingdi's sword cut off Wang Deaf's sword, it did not stagnate in the slightest, and immediately fell quickly again, stabbing on the Taiji diagram of the old immortal of Longhu Mountain.

The Taiji diagram was instantly gloomy, but the old immortal really had magical powers. With a wave of his hand, he offered a golden talisman, and the golden talisman fell, and the dim Taiji diagram became dazzling again.

"Emperor Chen Qing, accept your fate! Your Chen family was wrong from the beginning! The old fairy looked up and looked straight ahead, and said in a low voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, I heard a loud bang, like a flat ground explosion, but this thunder was thousands of miles away.

Last time, outside Qingqiu Mountain, the heavenly thunder when Emperor Chen Qing was fighting the three great heavenly masters fell again.

Obviously, Emperor Chen Qing had already used the strongest blow just now, and one blow attracted heavenly punishment.

Even though it was far away, I could still see the distant vision from the sky.

The huge heavenly coffin rose again, this time from the ground, stubbornly soaring against the heavenly thunder.

The second heavenly thunder fell, and Emperor Chen Qing crawled out unruly.

The third thunderbolt fell on him, but he fought stubbornly.

After lying in a blood coffin for thousands of years, he showed his true colors to the world for the first time.

A fleshy body without skin is terrifying to watch.

"Haha, today my Chen family will fight to the end! Go to your Heavenly Dao, go to your Heavenly Punishment, our Chen family is not wrong! Emperor Chen Qing endured the pain of the thunder explosion and still stood tenaciously.

He threw a powerful punch at the heavenly thunder, and smashed the punch on the heavenly thunder, and the sky exploded in an instant, deafening.

"Emperor Chen Qing, you are a madman, a madman raised by the Chen family!" When the old immortal of Longhu Mountain saw this scene, his face was also full of horror.

But Emperor Chen Qing raised his head and glared at the sky.

"Today, I, Emperor Chen Qing, have burned out the dragon soul, and I will also help the Chen family open the door of the white bones!"

Emperor Chen Qing once again let out an angry roar at the heavenly thunder, and in the next second, a ball of blood light emanated from his body.

In the face of several heavenly thunderbolts falling one after another, he did not retreat but advanced, and the whole person turned into a red light and jumped up to meet the thunder.

Several heavenly thunderbolts fell on him in an instant, blasting his flesh and blood.

He fell into the coffin, and a blood-colored red cloud floated through the sky.

The thunder disappeared, and the heavy rain fell, and there was blood in the rain, as if the sky was crying, crying for the loss of such a Xuanmen genius among all living beings.

The rain of blood kept falling, falling on the stone tomb, and falling through the stone tomb into the tomb.

Eventually, the rain of blood fell on me and on the little nun.

The little nun was already bleeding from the top of her head, and with the blood rain on her body, she became a bloody person at this time, and her bloody body looked particularly terrifying, so frightened that Qin Junyao retreated one after another, while Ye Hongyu stood motionless.

And the little nun was not afraid at all, and she still had a faint smile on her blood-covered face.

She folded her hands and sat still, sitting on the spot.

Blood and tears fell from her eyes, the sky wept, and the yin girl wept blood.

Her body seemed to be getting smaller, and her body began to scab, and the blood scabs were like dragon scales.

In the end, she was transformed into a bronze statue and sat in a four-legged coffin filled with blood.

"It's not good, the four-legged coffin is going to leave with the Chen family, and the speed is blocked! Don't let Chen Huangpi enter the coffin! ”

Qin Tiandao saw this scene through the broken Three Realms Array and hurriedly shouted.

At this time, the old immortal of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, with the joint efforts of everyone, finally broke the Three Realms Array in one fell swoop.

"Go down and stop anyone and anything from leaving this tomb. The Chen family is gone, and there is no one to stop us! The old fairy said with great confidence.

At this moment, a gentle voice came: "Qingdi, rest." This time, the Chen family is only allowed to win, not to lose! ”

With this voice, a large hand appeared again in the sky.

This big hand picked up a handful of blood rain and sprinkled it on Emperor Chen Qing's heavenly coffin.

With a light pat, the heavenly coffin fell back into Qinglong Mountain.

At the same time, there seemed to be a tiny black shadow rapidly falling above the dome.

The shadow grew larger, proving that he was whereabouts.

Soon, you can see what it is, it looks like a coffin.

That's right, it was a four-legged coffin, the same four-legged coffin next to me.

When the coffin got closer and closer, I realized that there was still a person standing on the coffin.

This person is none other than his grandfather, who has been dead for three years.

A thousand years ago, Emperor Chen Qing, the first celestial man of the Chen family, stepped on a four-legged coffin and ascended to the sky to kill gods, like a madman who was not understood by the world.

A thousand years later, Chen Jiaqing's ghost hand Chen Yan once again stepped on the four-legged coffin, descended from the sky, and the deceased returned.

He came from the rain, and not a drop of rain touched his body.

The four-legged coffin fell in front of the stone tomb, like a big mountain, across the body of these Feng Shui masters.

"I Chen Yan, planning my life, not for the way of heaven, not for the common people, just for the Chen family to have a clear conscience. Whoever stops me today will be forgiven! ”

Grandpa's voice was neither humble nor arrogant, neither arrogant nor impatient, but he told the story eloquently, but these feng shui bosses were speechless, dumbfounded and at a loss.

Grandpa stepped on the four-legged coffin, walked into the stone tomb, and walked towards me.