"Old Chu, how are you going to break my Red Lotus Yang Flame Talisman?"

Sang Wuyun stood up, looked at Chu Cheng with a hideous expression, and unscrupulously released his own anger towards Chu Cheng.

Under the reflection of the fire lotus on the surface of the Jingxin Lake and the red lotus yang flame talisman above his head, the red brilliance and the spiritual power fluctuations set off by the power of the divine soul converged, and Sang Wuyun looked like an extremely vicious demon god at this moment.

"The Infinite Lord has unsurpassed his attainments in the talisman, and this Red Lotus Yang Flame Talisman is even more extreme, and the old man has already felt a lot just by looking at it. ”

Regarding the malice of Sang Wuyun's throw, this Chu Cheng didn't care about it, but praised it very seriously.

"It's too late to say this now, whether you admit defeat or not, you have to die today. ”

Sang Wuyun looked at Chu Cheng with contempt.

The hatred between the eldest disciple who killed him successively and the elder of the Ben Pulse clan was naturally not something that could be resolved with a few words of flattery.

Even if Chu Cheng knelt on the ground and begged for mercy and admitted defeat now, his Red Lotus Yang Flame Talisman would still fall on Chu Cheng's head, even if he broke the rules of this Danshu Club, he would not hesitate to do it.

"My lord said with a smile, the Red Lotus Yang Flame Talisman that you spent so much effort to draw, if you didn't feel its power in person, it would be too wasteful. ”

Chu Cheng's words were still very sincere, but the content of his words made Sang Wuyun feel extremely harsh.

Because this sentence clearly didn't take his Red Lotus Yang Yan Talisman to heart.

However, Chu Cheng did not admit defeat directly, but saved him a lot of trouble, and it was great to be able to kill Chu Cheng within the rules of the Danshu Club, and then win the competition.

"That's very good, just don't do those useless things when the time comes, crying and begging for mercy. ”

So for Chu Cheng's slightly provocative words, Sang Wuyun only sneered.

After seeing that Chu Cheng's Red Lotus Yang Yan Talisman was completed, the elder of the ancestral hall also followed him up to the Qiyue Platform, he glanced at the Red Lotus Yang Yan Talisman, then looked at Chu Cheng, and then confirmed to him:

"Chu Cheng, before dismantling the talisman, you have a chance to admit defeat, once you decide to dismantle the talisman, no matter whether you live or die, others cannot interfere, otherwise this round will be directly defeated. ”

"Elder Xie reminded that if he can die under the Red Lotus Yang Flame Talisman, he will have no regrets in this life. ”

Chu Cheng bowed his hand to the ancestral elder.

"Then you can do it yourself. ”

Seeing this, the ancestral hall elder glanced at Chu Cheng deeply, and then shook his head helplessly and got off the platform.

After seeing Chu Cheng's performance in the first two rounds, whether it was the children of the Sang family's eight veins or the guests invited from the ten states, they were not too surprised by Chu Cheng's choice at the moment.

After all, he has the strength to abuse and kill the old Ma Yu, if he admits defeat so easily, it will make people feel a little strange.

So everyone watched Chu Cheng walk to the bookcase and sit down.

On the contrary, it was Chu Cheng himself, who behaved very easily.

"Miss, this Red Lotus Yang Flame Talisman is difficult to disassemble, even if it is the head of the family who has this talisman in front of him, he is also cautious, only afraid of Chu ...... Chu Lao is in danger this round. ”

On the side of the shore of Jingxin Lake, Zhai Rong stood next to Sang Xiaoman and whispered in a low voice.

"It doesn't matter. ”

Sang Xiaoman smiled and waved his hand.

Unlike Zhai Rong and them, after seeing the last two rounds of talismans, she became more and more confident in the "Chu City" in front of her.

Seeing that Sang Xiaoman was so confident in "Chu City", Zhai Rong just shook his head a little incomprehensibly, but he didn't say anything more.

Regardless of who the identity of this Chu Cheng is, at least the current situation is extremely beneficial to the Tianzi lineage.

Even if Chu Cheng loses this round, he is also very confident in Sang Xiaoman.

......

Probably because there was no momentum when Chu Cheng wrote in the first two rounds, everyone didn't have much expectation for Chu Cheng's first stroke.

Compared with the momentum of the pen, they were more curious that this time Chu Cheng would draw a few runes.

After all, the four combination talismans in the previous round were too amazing, and in the eyes of everyone, maybe after Chu Cheng raised the grade and number of talismans, he would really be able to resist the blow of the Red Lotus Yang Flame Talisman.

There were even a few cultivators on the Wuyun Tower, and they quarreled over this.

Just in the midst of everyone's quarrel and carelessness, Chu Cheng, who had everything ready, finally lifted the talisman pen.

And when the vermilion pen soaked in demon blood rune ink fell on the snow-white rune paper, the expressions of the originally casual people suddenly froze, and they only felt an inexplicable fear invade their whole bodies, and even their hairs stood up.

In an instant, the entire ancestral hall suddenly became dead silent, and even the sound of the mountain wind whimpering from time to time behind the ancestral hall was also gone at this moment.

"What the hell is going on?"

What's even more bizarre is that everyone doesn't know where this aura of fear that makes their hairs stand on end comes from.

Only a few cultivators like Wen Huazi and Zhang Wuji set their sights on Chu City in the center of Qiyue Platform.

"Three...... Three Silences?!"

Wen Huazi's mouth was slightly open, a little incredulous.

He should be one of the few cultivators who has truly felt the pressure of the divine soul of the cultivators of the Three Silent Realms, and the inexplicable terrifying aura that permeates him at this time is the precursor to the imminent release of the divine souls of the cultivators of the Three Silent Realms.

Zhang Wuji on the side was also stunned, among these foreign cultivators present, he should be one of the few people who guessed Chu Cheng's true identity.

"This, this is impossible, how old is he, how could the divine soul reach the Three Silence Realm so quickly?"

But even so, he never thought that the other party's divine soul cultivation might actually reach the Three Silence Realm.

As if in response to these two people, after a moment of dead silence, a loud rumbling sound from above the Nine Heavens made this originally static dead world boil.

The majestic mountains behind the ancestral hall were scattered in all directions, and the whole mountain exploded, and the ethereal aura that was originally hidden in the mountains turned into gray-white mist and rose from the ground.

Not only the Yuncang Mountain, but even every inch of land in this ancestral hall, the aura began to roar and rise.

These rising auras finally all converged in the sky above the ancestral hall and turned into a circular cloud covering everyone's heads.

As the aura gathers more and more, the color of this cloud begins to get darker and darker, and it gradually has a tendency to turn into a purple cloud.

"This momentum, could it be that Chu Cheng made it?"

"To make such a big movement, how powerful this spirit is, is it difficult to ......"

Seeing this terrifying momentum, some cultivators finally couldn't help but speak.

Although they guessed some, they never dared to think about the Three Silence Realm.

But just when they didn't dare to think about it, among the several small hills in Cloud Whale City outside the ancestral hall, the same mountain "roar" suddenly sounded.