Yan Jingchen slammed the table next to him fiercely, and said angrily: "It must have been done by someone from the Wanfa Sect." ”

The porter Lao Huang echoed and said, "The Wanfa Sect has already arrived in Anlong Valley, and we have to speed up the progress." ”

"Please rest assured Senior Huang, I will personally go to Anlong Valley to disturb this incident. ”

The porter Lao Huang turned around, and his blood-red and cloudy eyes revealed a kind of morality that saw through life and death, and said: "Things in the world have their own heavenly numerology, and I see that little brother Yan has extraordinary luck, and he will definitely gain something in this operation." ”

Yan Jingchen listened to his words, politely hugged his fists, and said, "Thank you Senior Huang for his words." ”

Cangli Empire, Anlong Valley.

It was a barren land with no trace of life in a radius of hundreds of miles, and strong winds swept through every inch of the ground with yellow sand.

Wan Youhe, the sect leader of the Wanfa Sect, stood on a rock outside the Anlong Valley in the distance and observed the situation inside, and then sighed and said: "Back then, Huang Daoxian killed a demon in the Demon Emperor realm in this valley, and imposed a ban here, and all creatures whose cultivation realm is higher than the realm of enlightenment will be wiped out immediately, so this operation, the rise and fall of the Wanfa Sect will depend on yours." ”

After he finished speaking, a young man standing opposite him said with a resolute expression: "I will definitely live up to the trust of the sect master." ”

The two were still talking, and suddenly they heard another loud laugh coming from the side, and everyone in the Wanfa Sect cast their eyes in unison, only to see a shirtless fierce sweater, carrying two giant axes towards this side.

"Little dolls of Wanfa Sect, your grandfather Tang Sirong is here. ”

Wan Youhe took a step forward, drew his sword and swung out a sword qi, drawing a mark on the ground, and then said loudly: "Today, if you are not my Wanfa Sect, dare to cross this line, don't blame the old man for bullying the small." ”

Tang Sirong carried his two big axes, looked around, exhaled deeply, his eyes fell on the scraped salon scroll not far away, and said to Wan Youhe without fear: "With your belly, you are embarrassed to claim to be a sect master, and when I win the Holy Realm Order, I must publicize what you have done today." ”

As he spoke, he jumped up the hill and entered the Anlong Valley directly from the cliff.

"Wanyun, you quickly bring the disciples in the sect into the valley, don't let that splash take the lead. Wan Youhe shouted hysterically at the young man beside him.

Wan Youhe was very depressed, as soon as he got the Tiger Head Golden Knife on his side, he didn't know where the secret of Anlong Valley came out, and a large number of forces that peeked into the Holy Realm Order were all concentrated near the mouth of the valley, just waiting for Wan Fa Sect to open the entrance with the Tiger Head Golden Knife.

Therefore, he just scared Tang Sirong, and he didn't really want to do it, otherwise even if the Ten Thousand Law Sect got the Holy Realm Order, it would not be able to gain a foothold in the Immortal Cultivation Realm because of the loss of morality.

With Tang Sirong at the beginning, some monks who were entrenched in the outer part of the valley also started to move towards the valley.

Yan Jingchen was mixed in the crowd, and he didn't dare to be too arrogant, after all, most of them were monks of the Enlightenment Realm, and the realm was a whole stage higher than him.

Entering the Anlong Valley, you can see giant salon scrolls with a radius of dozens of zhang everywhere, and in this environment, let alone looking for something, it is already very difficult to stand firm.

"What a bullshit fairyland, I was deceived by that porter Lao Huang. Yan Jingchen spat out a mouthful of sand from his mouth and complained.

When he said that he was coming, Lao Huang swore to him that Anlong Valley was a fairyland with a group of palaces, and there were all kinds of good things in it, but now when he came in, he found that there was nothing but sand.

Yan Jingchen looked up into the distance, only to see the disciples of the Ten Thousand Law Sect rushing towards the largest salon in the center one after another.

There must be something strange here, Yan Jingchen gritted his teeth, lowered his center of gravity, and rushed directly towards the huge salon scroll in the center, which soon disappeared from everyone's sight.

As soon as he entered the range of the central tornado, Yan Jingchen was swept into the sky by the huge wind, followed by the feeling of falling from a high altitude, and bursts of dazzling light lit up in front of him.

Yan Jingchen squinted his eyes, trying hard to see the situation in front of him, this sight immediately startled him, in front of him was a gorgeous and magnificent palace complex, it was really like a fairyland.

After landing, Yan Jingchen got up from the ground, stood on the square in front of the palace, and looked from a distance, the size of the palace group could not be seen at a glance, and all the attics, pavilions, and halls all exuded abundant Dao power fluctuations.

Yan Jingchen sighed lightly, Huang Daoxian back then was really generous, and he actually made such a big palace.

After a long time, Yan Jingchen walked to the door of the main hall of this palace complex, and his heart was extremely shocked.

The main entrance of the main hall was open, and there were some tiles that fell from the roof scattered inside, Yan Jingchen walked in, looked up, and saw that on the roof of the main hall, there was a clear palm print.

Releasing his divine sense, he felt it carefully, and Yan Jingchen found that there was still some breath left on the palm print.

"It's the Demon Clan!" Yan Jingchen's eyes flashed, he raised his right hand, and compared the palm print on the roof in the air, for a long time, he shook his head slightly, bypassed this place, and continued to walk towards the front of the palace.

This palace complex is very large, and the buildings inside are extremely complex, as if they were built according to some kind of formation. Yan Jingchen walked for a while and walked into a rather elegant courtyard.

There is a dead plum tree in the courtyard, and under the tree is a black stone tablet, which has no words on it, but the first feeling is that it is a treasure.

Yan Jingchen's eyes were overjoyed, and he hurriedly pressed his hands on the stone tablet and lifted it up.

At this moment, suddenly in the distant sky, there was a sound of breaking the sky, and I saw a lightning bolt crossing from the sky, and in the midst of that lightning, a huge octagonal formation appeared.

A green-shirted monk, carrying a sword on his back, stepped out of the formation.

The green-shirted monk was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived at the gate of the small courtyard, and when he saw Yan Jingchen pulling out the stone stele, he shouted: "Who are you?" ”

Yan Jingchen turned a deaf ear to this, the cultivation of the green-shirted monk, like him, was the fourfold realm of the Dao realm, and in the same realm, Yan Jingchen was confident that he could defeat all opponents.

When the green-shirted monk saw that Yan Jingchen not only didn't stop, but instead squatted down and studied this strange black stone stele, he couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, and roared angrily: "If you go against our Ten Thousand Law Sect, I will let you die without a place to be buried." ”

Yan Jingchen still ignored him, he was originally planning to go against the Wanfa Sect, but now I haven't gone to look for you, but I will send one to the door first, saving me a lot of effort.

Seeing that Yan Jingchen was bent on going his own way, the green-shirted monk quickly shook his right hand, and suddenly there was a burst of thunder sounds, and then, a huge thunderball rumbled towards Yan Jingchen.

Yan Jingchen unhurriedly took out the Qingyun Dragon Pattern Sword from the Qiankun bottle, this sword has passed the test of the Nine Heavenly Tribulations, and it is not too easy to encounter the Thunderball Technique cast by a Path Realm cultivator.

With a random swing of the sword, the thunderball was actually split in two, torn apart from the middle, scattered to both sides, and fell to the ground, forming two deep pits emitting white smoke.

Seeing this scene, the green-shirted monk turned pale with fright, and he panicked a little. At first, he felt that Yan Jingchen was just a Dao Realm cultivator like himself, as long as he moved out of the sect, he could scare him away, but the other party not only did not leave, but was very disdainful. Then when it came to the temptation of the spell, the other party also dissolved it lightly.

A smile appeared at the corner of Yan Jingchen's mouth and said, "I know what this stone tablet does." ”

The green-shirted monk stared at Yan Jingchen directly, and when he heard him say that he had already known the secret of the stone stele, he was shocked, this was a major matter related to the fate of the master, and it must not be destroyed by others. So he didn't say a word, and pointed at Yan Jingchen fiercely, and a blue-purple thunderbolt fell from the sky, as if it was about to split the heaven and earth.

After casting this spell, the green-shirted monk spurted out a mouthful of blood and immediately wilted.

Yan Jingchen held the Qingyun Dragon Pattern Sword in his hand, and the effect of the Supreme Tree in the Sea of Consciousness was activated, and the scorching orange flames instantly enveloped the long sword, and then swung upwards with all his strength, colliding with the thunder.

At first, the thunder still had a slight upper hand, but without the control of the green-shirted monk, it was only a stalemate for a while, and Yan Jingchen turned against the guest and pointed to the sky with the main sword, and scattered the thunder.

The green-shirted monk looked incredulous, hurriedly threw a formation from the storage artifact on his waist, turned around and ran.

"I want to run!" Yan Jingchen woke Jin Meng'er up from the Qiankun bottle, and pointed to the formation in front of him to signal it to untie.

Jin Meng'er pouted unhappily and said, "In the future, don't trouble me for such a trivial matter, you will become dependent." ”

Although it said so, its small hand pointed forward, and the formation dropped by the green-shirted monk was self-defeating.

"A roast chicken gang once. Yan Jingchen offered his own price.

Jin Meng'er twitched the saliva at the corner of her mouth and said, "No, I have to add another pound of beef." ”

"Deal!"

As the green-shirted monk fled, his divine sense glanced back, and when he saw that Yan Jingchen had broken through the magic circle he had laid out, he was shocked in his heart, and his speed was a few points faster than before.

Yan Jingchen's face was as usual, his eyes were calm, he used to be chased and killed by others, but this time it was his turn to hunt down and kill others.

The Spirit Possession Technique and Wind Resisting Technique were activated, and Yan Jingchen's speed was so fast that he couldn't catch it with the naked eye, and the distance between the green-shirted monk and him was quickly shortened.

The green-shirted monk's face was gloomy, and he threw out a formation again, covering Yan Jingchen inside.

This time, before Yan Jingchen could speak, Jin Meng'er shouted loudly: "Two roast chickens, two catties of beef." ”

For the green-shirted monk, this was a doomed escape, and Yan Jingchen, with the help of Jin Meng'er, caught up with the green-shirted monk all the way unimpeded, and slapped it into the gable of a palace with one palm.

"You wait, I have been preparing for this operation for three whole months in the Wanfa Sect, I am just the lowest cultivation in the sect, and when Senior Brother Wanyun comes, you will definitely not be able to get out of this Anlong Valley." ”