Between the mountains, the jungle is verdant, the mountains are majestic, and a gray-clothed figure sits on the high mountain.

His hair was mottled and his eyes were terrifying, looking at Su Changqing quietly.

Murong Tian had already obtained Su Changqing's portrait in the city, so when the other party appeared here, he recognized the other party at a glance.

Su Changqing's eyes were bright and profound, he looked at the old man, and said in a low voice: "Who is Your Excellency?" ”

"Murong Tian!" There was a hint of hatred in the voice of the gray-clothed old man.

Hearing this, Su Changqing's eyes shrank.

It is rumored that the father of Murong Chen, the quasi-holy son of the Tianlan Sect, is a high-ranking elder in the Tianlan Sect.

Now that Murong Chen has been killed by himself, this Murong Tian has appeared here waiting for him, presumably he is Murong Chen's father.

"You want to avenge your son?" Su Changqing said in a deep voice.

"Humph! Ignorant child, you killed my son, have you ever thought about your own fate? Murong Tian snorted coldly.

As he spoke, a terrifying fluctuation permeated his body, the entire void boiled, and a powerful force swept out from Murong Tian's body and spread towards Su Changqing.

Feeling this power, Su Changqing's eyes shrank.

Return to the Yuan Realm!

This gray-clothed old man is a powerhouse in the Guiyuan Realm, Su Changqing's eyes are deep, blooming, he looks at Murong Tian, and his battle intent is monstrous.

This was the first time he had encountered a strong person in the Returning Yuan Realm since he was reborn, although it was very powerful, several realms higher than him.

However, after cultivating the Ancient Divine Tripod, his combat power could not be divided into normal realms.

Su Changqing's body roared, and more than fifty gods exerted force at the same time, and suddenly, the blood and qi surged like an ocean, and it came out in an instant, forming a blood-colored ocean behind him, and the blood and qi in it roared, terrifying.

In the middle of the sea of blood, a golden lotus flower took root in it, exuding a terrifying aura and mysterious.

This golden lotus has just taken shape, although it is only a prototype, it has already exuded terrifying power, and faintly, there seems to be a chaotic qi falling.

This is the vision formed after the cultivation of the physical body realm to the extreme, the blood sea gives birth to a golden lotus.

When the immortal realm was in the fairy realm, there was Tianjiao who could cultivate visions in the physical realm.

The more famous ones are: the bright moon is invited at the bottom of the sea, the sky is in the sky on the ninth day, and the Shura ghost is ......

Those who can cultivate the vision of the physical realm are all extremely arrogant, and their future achievements are immeasurable.

At this time, Su Changqing had obviously cultivated the vision, which was something he expected.

In his previous life, he was an Immortal Emperor, and although he was plotted to fall, after being reborn, he naturally had a supreme cultivation talent.

It is not a problem to cultivate the vision of the flesh.

It's just that this sea of blood gives birth to a golden lotus, which seems to be too mysterious.

The golden lotus is noble and mysterious, and there are mysterious lines imprinted on it, like the imprint of the avenue, which is natural.

The golden lotus is not big, it takes root in the middle of the sea of blood, swaying and shining.

Su Changqing's long hair was flying, his momentum was not weak at all, and the strength of his body roared, crushing the void around him.

Boom!

A sword roar sounded like a dragon's roar, and the long sword behind Su Changqing's back automatically flew out and landed in his hand.

"If you take revenge, come!" Su Changqing's expression was calm, and he spoke lightly.

Although this person is very strong, he has reached the level of the Returning Yuan Realm, and he can be regarded as a top powerhouse in the Yan Land.

But at this time, Su Changqing had just experienced rapid progress, and his momentum was naturally stronger.

Moreover, with his various secret techniques, he was naturally not afraid of this Murong Tian.

Although some secret techniques in the immortal realm are difficult to exert their true power, in this red dust realm, they can be regarded as supreme secret techniques.

"Boy, you are really strong, my son died at your hands, not wronged!"

Murong Tian said in a deep voice: "However, today you will die, I want you to kneel in front of my son's grave and repent day and night." ”

"Many people have said these things to me, but their graves are already overgrown with weeds."

"Arrogance!" Murong Tian snorted coldly, although the other party was very extraordinary, there was no true qi fluctuation on his body, and his momentum was completely supported by a powerful physical force.

He didn't believe that no matter how strong a physical realm was, how powerful it could be.

"Die!" Murong Tian snorted coldly, he reached out a dry palm and grabbed it towards Su Changqing.

Suddenly, the void surged, and a terrifying force attacked, Murong Tian's figure did not move, he just poked out his palm, and the sky began to roar, as if there was a thunderous roar.

The majestic power covered the void, and a big golden hand fell from the sky and slapped towards Su Changqing's heavenly spirit.

Su Changqing's expression was calm, his eyes were deep and brilliant, and they seemed to contain the stars of the universe, which was vast and boundless.

Looking at the golden palm that fell from the sky, Su Changqing shouted, his long hair flew, and the long sword in his hand was stabbed by him on the mountain rock under his feet, and then he swung out a palm and hit the golden hand.

Boom!

The terrifying power swept out, and Su Changqing was shocked by this palm and retreated.

A powerful force passed down his arm into his body, intending to destroy his internal organs.

Father!

At this moment, many gods in Su Changqing's body roared in unison, erupting into terrifying fluctuations, extinguishing the power that poured into his body.

Su Changqing stabilized his figure, and with a wave of his big hand, the ancient sword flew into his hand.

His expression became slightly solemn, looking at Murong Tian, and a strong battle intent erupted in his eyes.

"There is a few realms of difference between the Returning Yuan Realm and the Flesh Realm, and this gap is not easy to make up!" Su Changqing was slightly solemn, even if there were more than fifty Divine Dings in his body to suppress the major acupuncture points, he was still under a lot of pressure in the face of the Guiyuan Realm.

"Su Changqing, you are really strong!" Murong Tian's expression was as usual, but his heart was full of turbulence and shock.

Although he didn't use all his strength in that palm just now, he also used eight points of strength, and such a palm, even if he was a cultivator of the Five Extremes Realm, he would die.

But the other party's small physical realm actually resisted the opponent's palm without being injured, which shocked him in his heart.

"This son is really as Gu Zhou said, with great creation." Murong Tian muttered to himself in his heart.

His eyes were deep, he looked at the long sword in Su Changqing's hand, and his expression suddenly changed.

Could this sword be the mysterious sword that the successive sect masters of the Tianlan Sect wanted to bring back?

The first generation of suzerains once left a legacy, saying that there is a sword in the ruins of southern Xinjiang, and all generations of suzerains have to work hard to get this sword.

Now that I think about it, it should be this sword.

Murong Tian's heart became more and more excited, if he could welcome back this sword, his status in the Tianlan Sect would definitely rise again, I am afraid that it would be under one person and above ten thousand.

Even if it is the sect master, you must give him three points.

Looking at Su Changqing, Murong Chen's eyes flashed.

Boom!

At this time, he suddenly kicked the mountain, and the whole person rushed out and killed Su Changqing.

He was glowing all over, his majestic power was surging, his true qi was roaring, and his voice was immense.

As he leapt into the air, the mountain rumbled with his foot, and even cracked.

Su Changqing's long hair was flying, his blood was monstrous, and in the face of Murong Chen's attack, Su Changqing waved the long sword in his hand.