Seeing Chu Yan being sucked into the Purple Gold Bowl, Murong Bai in the distance let out a breath, then spurted out a mouthful of blood, and lay motionless on the ground. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's too dangerous, it's too dangerous......

Murong Bai really didn't expect that he would be forced to this point by Chu Yan, if he hadn't finally used the secret technique to stimulate all the potential in his body, I am afraid that he would really not be Chu Yan's opponent.

However, at such a big price, Murong Bai felt that he was not without gain. In fact, he had long coveted a few strange treasures in Chu Yan's hands. The Lone Shadow Divine Sword, the Tears of the Heavenly Sea, and the Wrath of the Gods, it can be said that everything can make the cultivators of the whole world crazy, but now, all these things belong to him alone.

Thinking about it, Murong Bai actually laughed out loud......

Happiness and sorrow, these four words can completely replace everything that happens next.

Just when this laughter was still echoing in Murong Bai's ears, suddenly, he felt that he had lost contact with the Purple Gold Bowl, this was the natal magic weapon that he had cultivated for many years, and it was absolutely impossible to lose contact. The only explanation for this is that someone severed his connection with the Dharma.

Before he had time to think, or even panic, Murong Bai suddenly spurted out a mouthful of blood, as if a thunderbolt exploded in his ears, and he felt like the world was spinning, and he was dizzy.

Murong Bai's face turned pale, and he didn't know if he was too seriously injured or was killed. Barely opening his eyes, Murong Bai saw that the purple gold bowl in the distance suddenly shone brightly, and then, several cracks appeared on the surface of this ball of light, and at the same time, a crisp sound came.

"This ...... What's going on, what's going on......"

Murong Bai was already completely stunned, thinking that Chu Yan was not dead yet, but this was impossible.

Just as the old man was guessing, the purple gold bowl suddenly fell apart, and then a figure rushed out, and at the same time, Murong Bai also spurted out a mouthful of blood here.

"Chu ...... Chu Yan, this ...... It can't be ......"

Murong Bai was completely stupid, his eyes widened, and he lost his voice: "How can you not die, this is impossible, it is impossible to ......"

Looking at Murong Bai's appearance, Chu Yan walked over step by step and sneered: "A broken bowl is like trapping me, Murong Pavilion Master, you can't help but think too simple." ”

Don't look at Chu Yan is very relaxed now, but when he was just sucked into the purple gold bowl, to be honest, it was still quite painful, and he almost died in the ubiquitous wind inside.

However, at the critical moment, the Scarlet Crown still helped him, so that Chu Yan had the time and ability to smash it with the Lonely Shadow Purple Gold Bowl.

The natal magic weapon was destroyed, Murong Bai was injured and injured, and he couldn't move at all, but he just looked at Chu Yan coming over with horror in his eyes, but he couldn't do anything.

"Alas......"

Murong Bai closed his eyes and sighed, "The old man's biggest mistake was that he was soft-hearted for a while and didn't kill you earlier." ”

"Is it really a momentary soft-heartedness?"

Saying that, Chu Yan sneered, "You don't kill me just because you want me to deal with Gu Changfeng and help you complete the hegemony of dominating the Nine Heavens Continent, but do you know what your biggest mistake is?"

Hearing this, Murong Bai opened his eyes, looked at Chu Yan slowly raised his hand, and said, "Your biggest mistake is self-righteousness, otherwise you wouldn't end up like this." ”

With that, Chu Yan's palm flashed red and stuck to Murong Bai's head.

A powerful and strange force took over Murong Bai's body in an instant, and now even if he wanted to blow himself up, he had no choice but to watch his cultivation being snatched away by Chu Yan, but there was nothing he could do.

After a whole stick of incense, Murong Bai had turned into a weeping old man with silver hair, a wrinkled face, and a rickety body.

"Kill...... Kill me, kill me......" Fighting with all his strength, Murong Bai roared, his voice a little hoarse.

"Now is not the time, I still have to use you to scare the Heavenly Sword Pavilion. ”

After speaking, Chu Yan lifted the skinny Murong Bai and rushed out like lightning.

The battle continued, although the Heavenly Sword Pavilion was already at the end of the crossbow, but they did not wait to be killed, but still imagined that someone would come to save them, and then it would be the end of the Ling Xiao Pavilion.

In fact, it wasn't that no one came to help, at least a few sects brought people here, but they were killed by the "Wind and Snow" and retreated, and they were beaten away in three or two clicks.

In front of the empty field of the front hall army, there are now corpses all over the field, blood flowing like a river, and the only remaining disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion are still desperately resisting the fierce attack of the Chu Clan's army.

"Stop......"

Chu Yan hung in the air, shouted violently, everyone was stunned, and then one person threw it down.

The disciples of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion were dumbfounded, they really couldn't believe that Murong Bai was defeated by Chu Yan, and at this time, the "Wind and Snow" also flew up, and the two huge sky cities covered the sky and the sun, coupled with Murong Bai's tragic situation, finally broke the last psychological defense line of these people in the Heavenly Sword Pavilion.

Many people sat on the ground, or their eyes were glazed, or they were crying and grief-stricken.

"Not a single one remains. Chu Yan hung in the air, and his tone was cold.

Liu Tiezhu and the others at the bottom felt that Chu Yan had changed, and suddenly became so strange.

The instructor still resolutely carried out Chu Yan's order, and rushed forward with the Chu Clan's legion, killing all the remaining nearly 1,000 people like chopping melons and vegetables.

In just one night, the Heavenly Sword Pavilion, which had ruled the south for tens of thousands of years, was uprooted by Chu Yan.

When this news came out, the entire Nine Heavens Continent was in an uproar, no one expected that Chu Yan, who had suddenly risen, would be so strong that the invincible Heavenly Sword Pavilion would only support it for one night. Everyone was wondering how long the ancient kingdom in the north could last.

The demise of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion means that the entire south has fallen into the hands of Chu Yan, coupled with his painstaking management of the West, the current territory has surpassed the ancient country, and those sects in the south have also written to Lingxiao Pavilion, expressing their willingness to be loyal to Chu Yan and Lingxiao Pavilion.

For these people, Chu Yan didn't believe them, they were all some wall-to-wall grass, guys who fell on both sides, once something big happened, they would be the first to escape.

So after thinking about it carefully, Chu Yan called Yunding Peak, Yueyun Peak, Yingyue Villa, Blood Bamboo, Sihai Auction House, and Qi Zhenyu, all of whom had been following Lingxiao Pavilion, together to take care of the south.

It took a whole day for these things to be finalized. The happiest was Lu Zongnian, because Yunding Peak had become a first-class sect in the Nine Heavens Continent, and this was entirely because of Chu Yan's relationship, otherwise with their own strength, they would not be able to achieve it in another ten thousand years.

At dusk, Chu Yan came to the back mountain, the rain was gentle and the moon was perfect, and Liu Tiehammer and others were healing, Chu Yan didn't bother, and when he was about to leave, he didn't expect Leng Feng to come over.

Since this guy advanced to the monarch level, he has always wanted to retrieve the relic left by his father, the Tempest War Knife.

It's just that every time he failed to control the murderous aura emitted by the wind, it made him very depressed, and now that he was close to the monarch, he wanted to try again.

Looking at Leng Feng's determined eyes, Chu Yan nodded, "Brother Leng, in fact, you can't control the murderous aura of the wind, not because your cultivation is too low, but because of your own heart. You are bent on finding revenge on the enemy who killed your father, and with this mentality, you will never be able to control the wind, and you will only be controlled by the thick murderous aura. ”

After a pause, Chu Yan glanced at Leng Feng, "So, you must calm your mind and let go of killing, even if it is temporary, only in this way can the wind be subdued by you." ”

As soon as the words fell, a cold light pierced the sky, and the wind hung in front of Leng Feng with gusts of sword names.

Surprisingly, this time Leng Feng didn't rush forward eagerly like before, but looked at the wind thoughtfully, and it seemed that Chu Yan's words had an effect.

Seeing this, Chu Yan nodded secretly, knowing that there might be a door this time, but he still didn't dare to leave, worried that Leng Feng would be in danger.

After a long time like this, Leng Feng took two deep breaths, then stretched out his hand and gently held it on the hilt.

"Buzz ......"

As soon as he touched the hilt of the knife, Leng Feng suddenly felt dizzy, and at the same time, an uncontrollable anger rolled in his heart.

However, this time Leng Feng was not controlled by anger, but kept thinking about his father's love for him when he was a child, those good memories......

Slowly, the wind became quiet, and Leng Feng's distorted face began to soothe, seeing this, Chu Yan knew that he had succeeded, so he didn't say anything and walked out quietly.

Coming to the small waterhole in front of the waterfall that he usually likes the most, Chu Yan sat on the shore, and his thoughts were a little wandering for a while......

The sky is getting dark, and the night sky is full of stars. Chu Yan was still sitting on the shore, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had merged into this heaven and earth, turning into a drop of water and a grain of sand.

Slowly, a hint of realization appeared in Chu Yan's mind.

This feeling is ethereal and ethereal, the more anxious Chu Yan is, the more he wants to grasp it, the more he can't catch it, and he doesn't pay attention to it, this feeling seems to be getting closer and closer, more and more real......

This feeling Chu Yan knew very well that his cultivation was to break through again and advance to the emperor.

When he fought with Murong Bai not long ago, he absorbed a lot of energy, and some of this energy would remain in his body, coupled with this period of cultivation, Chu Yan already had the strength to break through the bottleneck.

It's just that this time the advanced emperor seems to be different from his previous life, Chu Yan feels that his understanding of the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth has changed a lot, but this change is very mysterious, illusory, and unreal, and he can't say it himself.

Time passed minute by minute, Chu Yan carefully experienced this feeling, as if he had caught something, but it was difficult to say, if he had to describe it, this feeling was like soft sand, like a hard stone, like endless illusion, and like the real world.

And Chu Yan exists in the middle of this kind of truth and illusion, and yes and no, just like the line between black and white, unable to extricate himself...... (To be continued.) )