In the portal that is almost like nothingness, there is a space-time channel, and the colorful bands of space-time light are twisted together, and there is a palpitating beauty.

Entering it is like entering a magnificent chaotic space, surrounded by gray mist and ups and downs, which are all transformed by rules, and only those powerful people who control the rules of the Great Dao can peek into the supreme mystery contained in it.

Chu Xun and a few people came to the entrance of the teleportation channel, and stepped in without hesitation, and in an instant, before they could react, they were sucked away by a force of time and space.

It seemed like an instant, and it seemed that tens of millions of years had passed, and when Chu Xun and the others opened their eyes again, they had already come to the outside of the floating secret realm.

Looking at it, there is a group of black pressed heads below, and there are dozens of old monsters sitting or standing in mid-air.

At this moment, an angry shout rang out violently, like rolling thunder that resounded in all directions.

"Little miscellaneous Chu Xun, you give my grandson Xu Fu his life to pay for it!"

At the moment when he saw Chu Xun, an old monster with the appearance of an old dragon bell jumped like thunder, and couldn't help but make a move, and his palm slammed into the void.

Bang!

A huge pitch-black palm with a radius of 100 zhang was empty and condensed, and in an instant, the sky and the earth changed, and then a terrifying and terrifying Yuanying coercion filled the audience.

In the face of this Yuanying coercion, the eyes of the people below were full of great fear, great fear, their faces turned pale, their legs were weak, and they collapsed to the ground in patches.

Yuan Ying was angry, and the blood flowed like a river!

Yuan Ying struck, and the mountain collapsed and the ground cracked!

In this second-level immortal cultivation realm, the Yuan Infant Stage cultivators are high, like gods looking down on their lives, and at this moment, those low-level monks really understand what it feels like to be an ant.

That group of people just had this feeling under the aftermath of Yuanying's coercion, and Chu Xun, who was targeted by this Yuanying coercion, felt even more obvious, the skin on his body was tingling as if he had been cut, and the whole person was like being embedded in iron and stone, not to mention moving his fingers, he couldn't even breathe.

Lin Xuexin, Bai Xiaoyu, Lin Tong, Sun Chengfang and others beside him are all the same.

Their eyes widened as they watched the huge palm prints coming, and a sentence rose in their hearts, "It's over, I'm going to die now!"

"You dare!"

Suddenly, a loud shout rang out, dissolving the Yuanying coercion invisibly.

I don't know when, the towering and tall figure of the Yuanying Ancestor Xue Batian suddenly appeared in front of Chu Xun and the others, only to see him wave his hand casually.

Suddenly, a sword qi with a length of a hundred zhang lined up in the void, with an incomparably sharp momentum, slashing towards the huge pitch-black palm.

Thundered~

The violent explosion shook the heavens and the earth, and the resulting air waves spread in all directions, like a tsunami sweeping, the sky was dark, and the sand and rocks were flying, except for the Yuanying monks present who were not affected.

The Jindan monks present were all pale and their bodies swayed in the collision of this Yuan Baby's blow, barely stabilizing their bodies and not being blown away by the wind.

In front of the cover wind generated by the collision of this Yuan Infant, the group of foundation building period monks below who practiced qi were not so lucky, all of them were swept away by the cover wind like leaves, and fell miles away, many people were spurted with blood from their mouths, their bones were broken, and some unlucky people's heads were directly loaded on the stone and exploded, and they died on the spot.

Chu Xun and the others were behind the old ancestor Xue Batian, but they did not receive the influence of the cover wind, and looked at the monks below who were injured by the wind blowing and falling.

Chu Xun and the others were extremely shocked in their hearts, they had thought about what the situation would be when the Yuan Infant Stage Monk made his move, but no matter how they thought about it, they didn't expect it to be so terrifying, and they could complete such a big damage with just the aftermath of the collision with one blow.

At this time, Xue Batian came to Chu Xun and the others, vigilant to prevent someone from sneaking attack.

"Why, do you want to break the rules and not put Fengyang's predecessors in your eyes!"

Xue Batian's body roared, and his eyes looked coldly at the old monster who made a sneak attack, and there seemed to be two flying swords flickering in his pupils.

When it came to Fengyang's seniors, the old monster who attacked Chu Xun shrank his pupils, and his heart suddenly became afraid.

The Fengyang predecessor in Xue Batian's mouth is a Great Perfection monk in the late stage of the Transformation of the Gods, and the most important thing is that the Fengyang predecessor is a servant of the Heavenly Arithmetic, who was assigned by the Heavenly Arithmetic Master to supervise the floating secret realm and formulate the rules of the floating secret realm.

Thinking that he had just been impulsive and had broken the rules, the old monster who had attacked Chu Xun in a cold sweat broke out in his heart, and he said respectfully above the void sky:

"The juniors were confused for a while, blinded by hatred, so they did something to break the rules, and the juniors cut off one of their hands, begging Fengyang seniors to forgive!"

As soon as the words fell, he resolutely took out a war knife and cut off the palm of the hand, with an attitude of admitting his mistake and waiting for forgiveness.

After waiting for a while, a fluctuating and majestic voice sounded from above, "Don't take it as an example!"

The old monster suddenly said excitedly: "Thank you Fengyang seniors for raising your noble hand!"

With this old monster here, the other old monsters who wanted to kill Chu Xun directly woke up and were glad that they didn't make a move.

At the same time, Chu Xun was also curious, and wanted to see the Fengyang senior in the higher altitude, but his eyes were limited, and he didn't see it after looking at it for a long time.

At this moment, Chu Xun's ears sounded the voice of the ancestor Xue Batian, which made him not be rude, and at the same time explained the origin of Fengyang's predecessors.

"Xue Daoyou, I have a Broken Mirror Pill here, as well as a king-rank mid-grade combat technique, and a king-rank mid-grade flying sword, how about exchanging Chu Xun with you and letting him worship under the old man's door?"

She was a woman in her thirties, with three items floating in front of her, a jade bottle, a jade slip, and a shining flying sword.

The Broken Mirror Pill is a very precious elixir, for the Yuanying realm, after taking it, there is a seventy percent chance of breaking through the bottleneck and entering the next small realm, which is very tempting to Xue Batian, who is stuck in the bottleneck of the middle Yuanying for almost three hundred years.

The King-Rank Battle Technique Cloud Sword Sect also has it, but it is just a king-rank lower grade, as long as he gets that King-rank mid-grade battle skill, whether it is for him Xue Batian or for the Cloud Sword Sect, it will be a qualitative improvement in the future.

There is also the king-rank mid-grade flying sword, if it comes to his Xue Batian's hands, and the original king-rank lower-grade flying sword is replaced with the original king-rank flying sword, his combat power will be increased by at least about thirty percent.

These three things were extremely tempting to Xue Batian, but he refused.

"Although my Cloud Sword Sect is small, it also has a strong backbone, and I will never exchange my disciples for anything, nor will I sell my disciples for any items. ”

The Yuan Infant Female Cultivator was slightly disappointed, put away the three items, and did not speak. This also disappointed the other old monsters who had the idea of accepting Chu Xun as an introductory disciple.

Although Chu Xun had killed many supreme figures and offended many ancient forces, not all of the Yuanying cultivators in the field were afraid of offending those ancient forces, because the sect behind them was equally powerful.

Whether it is lighting up the ten soul-raising towers that reflect the level of the heavens, or killing Zhao Tianlong, or being besieged by many peerless heavenly arrogances and finally killing the Quartet, shocking the masses.

It is enough to prove that Chu Xun's potential is unlimited, and his future achievements are limitless, even if it is worth paying a big price.

It's just that Xue Batian's words, without any discussion, made many people feel pity, at this time, there were even many old monsters who planned to contact Chu Xun in private, they didn't believe that Chu Xun would not betray the small sect of Cloud Sword Sect and go with them.

At this time, all the old monsters present had different thoughts, some wanted to accept Chu Xun as an apprentice, and some had a grudge against Chu Xun and planned to kill him.

If it was because Xue Batian gave him Yuanying Zhenyuan before, Chu Xun respected and had a good impression of this Yuanying ancestor Xue Batian.

After Zaitian refused to break the mirror pill, the king-rank mid-grade combat skills, and the king-rank mid-grade flying sword, Chu Xun had complete respect and admiration for this infant ancestor Xue Batian in the sect.

If this was replaced by the presence of other Primordial Ancestors of the Cloud Sword Sect, he might not hesitate to exchange him, and it was even possible to directly send him to forces that had enemies with him, such as the Chilian Family, the Huangpu Family, the Wuji Sword Sect, and the Ten Thousand Demon Dao Court, because of the huge benefits.

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