A huge crack ran through the mountains and forests, and the mountains along the way all collapsed, and the entire heaven and earth, the eyes were almost dull looking at this scene.

The atmosphere was dead.

If Ning Mo was knocked to his knees by Zhou Yuan's punch before, everyone could understand that it was because Zhou Yuan deliberately showed weakness to the enemy, but now this scene is once again a little subverted to their cognition.

Ning Mo's killing move was almost the strongest attack with all his might, and in the face of such an offensive, even a strong man of the same level would not dare to regret the edge.

However, who would have thought that Zhou Yuan not only did not retreat, but instead chose the most brutal way, with an invincible attitude, he forcibly smashed Ning Mo's strongest means.

Those eyes looked at the last collapsed mountain peak in the distance, Ning Mo's figure was buried in it, and Zhou Yuan's punch before was enough to bombard a powerhouse in the early stage of the Nine Heavens of the Primal Realm.

After being silent for a long time, when the eyes of the world turned to Zhou Yuan again, they were already full of fear and fear.

At this time, they had only completely understood why Zhou Yuan in front of them seemed to be only the strength of the Seven Heavens of the Primal Realm, but he was able to become the chief of the Cangxuan Sect.

Between the valleys, Jin Zhang and many other disciples of the Cangxuan Sect also looked at this scene with some shock, although they knew that Zhou Yuan's strength was not weak, but they also did not expect that he would be able to directly defeat a chief of the Holy Palace...

You must know that Ning Mo's source qi cultivation has also reached more than 10,000 numbers, and such attainments are enough to rank among the top among the seven chiefs of their Cangxuan Sect.

"I didn't expect that after the baptism of Kowloon, his strength would be so strong." Jin Zhang's eyes were a little complicated, Zhou Yuan at this time was obviously far more powerful than at the time of the Yuanchi Sacrifice.

The other disciples had awe in their eyes.

And those disciples of the Holy Palace were ugly for a while, obviously a little hard to believe that Ning Mo would be defeated so miserably in the hands of the chief of Cangxuan Sect.

Especially the chief named Wang Yuan, he was stunned for a moment before he woke up from the scene in front of him, and then his face became extremely gloomy.

But for those gazes, Zhou Yuan looked at the collapsed mountain in the farthest distance without any fluctuations, where Ning Mo's source qi fluctuations were already weak to the extreme, but there should still be a breath.

So Zhou Yuan took steps, obviously planning to take advantage of his illness and kill him.

Rumble!

However, just as he had just taken a step, a fierce and incomparable sharp sound suddenly broke through the air, and a black light roared down with an astonishing source qi and smashed on his head.

The black light had not yet fallen, and the ground beneath his feet had cracked.

Zhou Yuan's footsteps stopped, his eyes were slightly condensed, and with a grip on his palm, the Tianyuan pen flashed out and waved up diagonally.

Clang!

The sound of gold and iron rang out, and sparks flew everywhere.

The violent ripple storm raged, and the surrounding ancient trees were suddenly swept away.

Zhou Yuan's body trembled, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw that the thing that collided with Tian Yuan's pen was actually a black iron rod, and on the iron rod, an ancient source pattern was engraved.

And at the other end of the black iron rod was the chief of the Holy Palace named Wang Yuan.

The eyes of the two met together, and they both had murderous intent.

"Boy, you are such a big dog, you are so heavy-handed!" Wang Yuan's eyes were cold, and he shouted.

Zhou Yuan's previous counterattack was too fast, so even he didn't have time to rescue, and Ning Mo was severely injured by Zhou Yuan.

The corners of Zhou Yuan's mouth lifted a touch of sarcasm, and said, "Your Holy Palace dares to kill my disciple of Cangxuan Sect, do I still need to show mercy to your chief?" ”

Wang Yuan's tone was gloomy: "What a big breath, what do you think you are?!" ”

He clenched the iron-colored iron rod in both palms, and above his arms, there was a black source qi flowing up, and with a loud shout, the iron rod was smashed down again, with such a momentum, even if it was a mountain, it would be smashed by one of its sticks.

However, Zhou Yuan was not afraid, and the Tianyuan pen turned into black light to meet it, and the black pen and the black stick directly bombarded hundreds of rounds in those few breaths.

The surrounding environment was torn apart directly under the confrontation between the two.

Clang!

At the last heavy blow, Zhou Yuan and Wang Yuan's figures both shot backwards and retreated.

When those Holy Palace disciples saw this scene, their hearts were slightly sunk, originally when they saw Wang Yuan making a move with anger, they were still expecting Wang Yuan to defeat the chief of Cangxuan Sect strongly, and save some face for their Holy Palace, but what they didn't expect was that even if Wang Yuan made a move, it didn't seem to have much upper hand.

You must know that among the ten chiefs of their Holy Palace, Wang Yuan has been able to rank fourth, which is stronger than Ning Mo, who is ranked fifth!

The iron rod in Wang Yuan's hand was heavily inserted into the ground, drawing a deep mark, his eyes stared at Zhou Yuan gloomily, he had already felt the strength of the latter in the previous moment.

Zhou Yuan's source qi cultivation was not weaker than him in the slightest.

"The source qi stars in my Qi Mansion have been condensed to 12,000, and this kid in front of me is obviously only at the level of the Seventh Heaven, why is the foundation so strong?!" Wang Yuan's eyes were a little suspicious, as far as he knew, even the Holy Son of their Holy Palace seemed to be able to reach this kind of source qi in the Seven Heavens.

And when Wang Yuan made a move on Zhou Yuan, in the valley, the golden medal also swept out, standing in the void, the source pattern pen in his hand flashed, and many source patterns loomed, locking Wang Yuan with a tiger's eye.

Being locked by the two chiefs, Wang Yuan's brows were also furrowed, which made him know that today's situation, their Holy Palace, had fallen into disadvantage.

So, he immediately waved his hand.

Seeing this, the many disciples of the Holy Palace who were besieging the valley were a little unwilling, but in the end they retreated.

Several disciples fell into the collapsing mountain peak and dug out Ning Mo among them, and the latter had already passed out at this time, covered in blood, and his chest had collapsed in a large piece.

The breathing between the snorts became extremely weak.

Looking at it this way, it's a question of whether you can live or not.

Wang Yuan also saw Ning Mo's state, and immediately his face became even more gloomy, he stared at Zhou Yuan coldly, and said slowly: "Boy, you have caused a big disaster." ”

"Really?" Zhou Yuan smiled lightly.

"If Ning Mo dies in your hands, my Holy Palace will definitely make you pay!" Wang Yuan said word by word.

"Do you rely on you?" The Tianyuan pen in Zhou Yuan's hand was raised and pointed at Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan sneered and said, "You do have some strength, but boy, don't be complacent, this area is the territory of my Holy Palace, and I am very unfortunate to tell you that in addition to the two of us, the chief of my Holy Palace Blood Temple is also here." ”

"The Chief of the Blood Temple? Fan Demon? ”

Hearing this name, Zhou Yuan didn't move, but the face of Jin Zhang in mid-air changed suddenly, and then he hurriedly transmitted the message to Zhou Yuan: "That Fan Demon ranks third among the top ten chiefs of the Holy Palace, and his strength is much stronger than this Ning Mo and Wang Yuan!" Extremely tricky! ”

Zhou Yuan's eyes fluctuated for a moment, and his brows furrowed slightly, not because of the so-called Fan Demon, but because of why there were three chiefs of the Holy Palace gathered in this area.

"Are these guys also coming for that six-colored treasure land?" This thought crossed Zhou Yuan's heart.

Wang Yuan saw the golden medallion that changed color, and said coldly: "I advise you, if you are interested, get out of this area quickly, otherwise when Fan Demon makes a move, you people will be ready to leave forever." ”

When the voice fell, he glanced at Zhou Yuan coldly again, and with a wave of his palm, he swept back.

"Let's go!"

"Kid named Zhou Yuan, hurry up and run away like a lost dog, see you next time, and I will let you know the fate of offending my Holy Palace!"

In the midst of that scream, Wang Yuan quickly retreated with many Saint Palace disciples, obviously he was also wise, knowing that in the current situation, it was impossible for them to gain any advantage.

And for their retreat, Zhou Yuan did not take any other measures, the people of the Holy Palace are not weak, if there is a complete war here, both sides will inevitably pay a lot of price.

But in the distance, there are other forces secretly coveting, and if they show their weakness, I am afraid that those people will also be ready to move.

However, no matter what Wang Yuan's cruel words were, anyone could see that their retreat looked a little gray.

And in the valley, those many Cangxuan Sect disciples all cheered.

Farther away, those people from all sides were also sighing, the previous situation was originally the side of Cangxuan Sect, but who would have thought that when the chief of the Holy Source Peak appeared, the situation suddenly reversed.

Looking at the young but awe-inspiring figure in the mountains and forests in the distance, the strong people from all sides sighed.

"I didn't expect that the declining Saint Source Peak of Cangxuan Sect would now have such a person..."