At the same time, a storm broke out around the mysterious island.

The Xue Yu soul token of the Shushan Sword Sect was shattered, and Gong Jiu Rin was furious, almost wanting to break through the island seal, but in the end he was violently shocked and flew away.

Soon after, the soul token of the Ling family's Ling Beijian was also shattered, and Ling Chengfeng's scene was like ashes.

As we all know, Ling Chengfeng is a person with impotence and has no descendants in his life, so he accepted Ling Beijian as his righteous son, regarded him as his own, and passed on his life's work, but he didn't expect Ling Beijian to die in the mysterious island, which means that Ling Chengfeng has no children to die from then on.

"Chen Qingyang, it must have been Chen Qingyang who killed Xue Yu." Gong Jiu Rin looked resentfully at the direction of the Yan Lord's side.

Feeling Gong Jiu Rin's hostility, Yan Lord and Hong Gong frowned suddenly, not understanding why Gong Jiu Rin was angry with them.

Song Kui and Hua Changqing's faces were shocked, both of them were smart people, so they naturally guessed something from Gong Jiulin's words.

"Master, please calm your anger, the little junior sister is still alive, and when she comes out, you will know how Senior Brother Xue died tragically." Hua Changqing said.

"Hmph, if Xue Yu's death is really related to him, there is no need for Yanhuang Mountain to exist." Gong Jiu Rin snorted coldly, and endless killing intent burst out of his eyes.

"Big brother, this palace Jiu Rin shouldn't be a disciple of his whose death has something to do with Qingyang and them, right?" Hong Gong frowned and asked.

Other than that, he couldn't understand why Gong Jiu Rin would have such a strong killing intent towards them.

"It's very likely, and the purpose of the two geniuses he sent should be to kill Qingyang." Lord Yan said in a deep voice.

"Why would a master of a supreme sect put Qingyang and death?" Hong Gong couldn't figure it out at all.

"There are too many secrets on Qingyang's body, and his terrifying growth for more than a year must be hiding many unknown secrets, maybe he has something on his body that the Shushan Sword Sect wants." The Flame Lord said.

Before leaving the Yanhuang Organization, Chen Qingyang was a genius in the secular world, but compared to the geniuses of the cultivation world, he was not at the same level at all.

And when he left Yanhuang at the beginning, the meridian dantian was completely destroyed, and he completely became a wasted person, who would have thought that in just over a year, Chen Qingyang not only completely repaired the meridian dantian, but also possessed a mysterious martial arts and combat skills, which was enough to compete with any genius in the cultivation world.

Xu Shushan Sword Sect's purpose in doing this was to seize Chen Qingyang's anti-heaven opportunity.

"Hong, you will break through with all your strength in the next time, be sure to step into the Divine Pill Realm before Qingyang and them come out, I feel that something big will happen soon." Lord Yan said with a gloomy face.

"Okay, I feel like I'm about to break through!" Hong Gong said, and then sat cross-legged in the void and began to absorb the immortal liquid in the refining body.

Inside the Dragon Palace.

Chen Qingyang hurriedly stepped forward to check Lian Wushuang's body, and found that she was just overconsumed and unconscious, so he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qingyang, are you alright?" Qin Luoshen asked with concern.

Chen Qingyang shook his head, put down the unconscious Lian Wushuang, and then began to breathe his body.

At this time, Chen Qingyang's body was not only fully restored under the self-healing of Blue Fengyan, but also became more tenacious and strong, reaching a new realm, this time Chen Qingyang can be said to be a blessing in disguise.

Several geniuses from the Ancient Holy Land watched as the Kunlun Mirror had fallen into the crack below, their eyes full of unwillingness and anger.

It took them more than a month to lift the seal on the altar, but in the end, the Kunlun Mirror fell into the endless abyss.

Just as the others sat cross-legged to relieve the injuries in their bodies, suddenly the earth shook again, and the crack in the ground separated again, causing the entire Dragon Palace to collapse, and a spatial crack of nearly a hundred meters appeared in an instant.

"What's going on?"

Chen Qingyang and the others came to their senses one after another, and looked at the endless abyss.

"There's something below the abyss!"

Everyone looked down and found that a colorful divine light emanated from below the endless abyss.

Immediately after, that seven-colored divine light rose into the sky, rising from the endless abyss, and finally suspended in mid-air.

Looking at the strange scene in front of them, everyone's hearts were shocked.

Seven dragon souls of different colors hovered in midair, exuding a suffocating terrifying aura, among which the purple dragon soul that Chen Qingyang and the others had seen before was also among them.

And underneath the seven-headed dragon soul, an ancient coffin was quietly suspended there, exuding an eternal surging demonic aura.

At the same time, the Kunlun Mirror, which had disappeared, was lying quietly on the ancient coffin at the moment, and the endless black qi was continuously being transported into the ancient coffin.

"What's going on?"

Everyone had an indescribable feeling of awe in their hearts, staring at the ancient coffin, as if a peerless demon was about to wake up.

Zuo Yanyan's face was also very ugly, and in her memory, there was no memory of this ancient coffin.

Immediately afterwards, the seven-headed dragon soul hovering above the ancient coffin let out an earth-shattering dragon roar, and they all turned into streamers and poured into the ancient coffin.

The seven-headed dragon soul, each of which had the strength to defy the sky before his death, but at this moment, he was frantically absorbed by that ancient coffin.

"Boom!"

After absorbing the power of the seven-headed dragon soul, the lid of the ancient coffin kept shaking, as if something was about to come out of the ancient coffin.

"Retreat!"

Zuo Yan subconsciously shouted, but in the end, he found that all of them had no way out, with an endless abyss in front of them and a closed wall behind them. There is no way back.

"Buzz!"

As soon as Zuo Yanyan's words fell, the ancient coffin suddenly trembled, the heavy coffin lid flew up, and a figure slowly rose from the ancient coffin.

Is there really someone in the ancient coffin?

The clothes on that person's body are different from the outer circle of modern people, and the breath on his body is full of endless vicissitudes, as if it has come through the ages, exuding endless terrifying coercion, sweeping between heaven and earth, making people's bodies and minds feel like they are about to collapse.

This kind of coercion, could it be that the other party is an ancient god?

Seeing that everyone was about to lose their support, that terrifying coercion suddenly disappeared and disappeared.

Heaven and earth became quiet again.

"Eternal, I'm finally back!"

An ancient and vicissitudes of voice came into everyone's mind, causing everyone's hearts to be shocked, and their eyes looked over.

It was a man with a cold face, with endless black qi surging around him, and a pair of starry eyes that could penetrate the eons of eternity, making people dare not look directly.

Chen Qingyang took a deep breath, and the churning qi and blood in his body gradually subsided, and then he looked at the ruthless man who had risen from the ancient coffin in mid-air.

When he saw that familiar face, Chen Qingyang was instantly struck by lightning, and his whole person froze in place, unable to speak for a long time.