The appearance of such a character in Taiyi Shangcang this time will bring an unimaginable impact to Tianjiao in other realms, lest the pattern of the entire holy road will be changed by him!

Seeing the explosion of some kind of heavenly treasure in his hand, a large number of holy patterns in the four realms of the sky turned into meteors and swept over, but no one could plunder them, which verified such a state of mind.

The audience was dead silent, full of fear.

Far away in any direction of the Eight Desolations, the birthplace of the Holy Pattern that existed similarly to the Sword Meteor Pool, at this moment, there were also a large number of Saint Tianjiao, as well as accompanying forces, all looking at this wonder of the sky.

The holy patterns they were about to plunder and scramble all broke through the barriers and shackles without exception, and swept towards the Sword Fall Pool in front of their eyes.

This range is extremely vast, reaching about more than 100,000 miles, with a total of more than 400 holy patterns!

"It's unprecedented, the current situation has never happened in the Holy Road, and the Holy Tattoo can't be snatched away yet!"

"Looking at this direction, there must be a sword pool, could it be that the gray Luo who went forward burst out with some kind of strange treasure energy?"

"It's impossible, the third in the gray Luo District, their primitive Jingnan Yan has never done such a shocking act!"

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A large number of shocked words resounded under the Eight Desolations, and they looked at the meteor shower in the sky, and their hearts were extremely shaken.

Immediately after that, someone no longer hesitated, and when he stepped into the air, he went straight to the sword pool.

"This king wants to see which Fang Tianjiao's ability is this!"

Suddenly, a cold snort sounded, in the eyes of many people, this method is extremely rare and unheard of, but what produces more emotions is greedy plunder!

Soon, more people reacted and also rushed towards the location of the Sword Fall Pool.

In an instant, with Chen Yuan as the center, the range of eight desolations and thousands of miles was like forming a sun, prompting moths to fight the fire, and a large number of figures came one after another!

At the same time, Chen Yuan's Pixiu Swallowing Sacred Weapon had already gathered a lot of holy patterns, which were growing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

After the collapse of several Upper Realm powerhouses, everyone in the entire Sword Meteor Pool no longer made any moves.

Their bodies seemed to be rigid, standing motionless, their minds swept through the storm, constantly guessing Chen Yuan's origin.

Especially Gray Luo, the hands under the cuffs couldn't stop trembling, after all, the powerful man who was killed was his entourage.

And Chen Yuan was not idle, he took out the holy seal again and checked the birthplace of the holy seal recorded on it.

Each place is basically marked very clearly, and the Sword Fall Pool belongs to the intermediate level, and there are also advanced and special level of the birthplace of the Holy Tattoo.

Not only is it accompanied by a large number of sacred emblems, but also with life-and-death dangers.

"It seems that there is no need to waste time here, go directly to this Kunlun Immortal Pond and take a walk, and you can directly collect a large number of high-level holy patterns along the way. ”

Chen Yuan looked at the Holy Seal and planned the route in a deep voice.

What can be recorded is naturally the place where the holy road is exposed, then there must be an unknown place, which is not recorded by the holy seal.

As soon as he thought of this, the blue-eyed white dragon continued to gallop.

After all, Chen Yuan said that he would definitely overturn the entire holy path, and he would definitely hollow out the entire holy path, after all, the physical body of the Chaos God and Demon Body was sanctified, and the holy pattern required was completely incalculable.

He had even begun to look forward to how powerful he would be when he became holy.

And his actions, seeing in the eyes of everyone in the Sword Fall Pool, directly formed a panic, and they retreated one after another.

When he looked at Chen Yuan, his eyes once again showed a look of panic, judging from the holy seal that had just been revealed, it was obviously the sign of Taiyi Shangtian!

This young man who has never seen it before, riding in the White Dragon Imperial Sky, really kicked that Jun Shitian down?

Suddenly, in the distance, in all corners of the Eight Desolations, a large number of figures rushed over, all exuding an extremely powerful aura, and the target was directly aimed at Chen Yuan.

Among them, there was a person who was dressed in royal robes and carried two long swords, and his face was unusually cold, and the cold glow was exposed.

Gray Luo's pupils shrank sharply on the spot, and his footsteps retreated sharply, and his voice was in disbelief: "Chief Disciple of the Sword Saint Pavilion...... Sword King Xiang Qing!"

His words were heard by the Son of Heaven next to him, and his face also changed for a while, and he looked at the person headed by the person on that side, and held his breath on the spot.

The Sword Saint Pavilion is a super force in the other realm, and this place was created by the Sword Saint in the Pavilion back then, and a sword slashed down.

His eldest disciple, Xiang Qing, is the leader of the eternal years in the realm, but whether it is the strength realm or the ability of means, he will far surpass Jun Shitian!

He had never seen this man, but he was thunderous!

His coming caused the surrounding space to distort, and the meaning of the sword was not horizontal, but it was revealed all over his body, showing in his eyes, causing the place where he passed by his eyes to be as sharp as a sword!

Everyone in the audience couldn't help but retreat again, and their faces turned pale.

The chief disciple of the Sword Saint Pavilion, the Sword King Xiang Qing, was nearby, which they never expected.

Although the Sword Fall Pool was basically within his reach, he couldn't look down on it at all, and the target was only the birthplace of the super-grade Holy Sign.

Now that Xiang Qing has appeared, another list of 10,000 Gu Tianjiao has descended, what kind of friction will there be with this Taiyi Shangcang's list?

If he didn't guess wrong, Xiang Qing must have followed along the road because of the change in the holy pattern.

For Chen Yuan at this moment, although he saw a large number of figures appearing in the four corners of the Eight Desolations, he didn't care.

The power of Pixiu Devouring the Holy Weapon must be accompanied by such a situation.

"The people of the white dragon in front of you, please stay, in the lower sword king Xiang Qing, I am quite interested in the treasure in your hand, can you be interested in borrowing it in the next two days?"

The plain and profound words spread out, setting off a wave of sword intent, like a hurricane paving, swirling in the eight wildernesses of heaven and earth.

The blue-eyed white dragon glanced at him, then ignored it, and continued to gallop in the established direction.

Right now, all the Holy Patterns in the range have been collected, and there is no need to stay at all.

As for the so-called Sword King Xiang Qing, the master didn't seem to think much about it.

Seeing this scene, the words fell but did not receive the slightest response, and even when he heard the name of his Sword King, he didn't pause at all.

On the spot, Xiang Qing's eyes slowly narrowed, and under the cold and ruthless face, with a wave of his big sleeves, a shocking chill suddenly erupted in front of the white dragon!

Rumble!

Heaven and earth opened and closed into two halves, obviously did not draw the sword, but there was a terrifying and explosive sword, once torn out, shattering space and nothingness, once again creating a heavenly trench!

The hurricane roared, the sword intent roared, a sleeve waved, and the field was formed, as if cutting off people's lives and cutting people down!

The audience was silent, the face of the Son of Heaven was sluggish, the pupils of Gray Luo shrank sharply, the blue-eyed white dragon finally stopped, and the vertical pupils of Qingguang looked slowly, and his eyes showed the cold light of Sen Luo.

Xiang Qing's words came out again, cold and abnormal: "This king is talking to you, are you deaf?"