Everyone in the square looked at each other in shock, who would dare to confront the ancient gods? The Ling family, Wan Gufeng and the others couldn't help but applaud in their hearts, this time Xiao Chen was dead!

Murong Xian'er was so anxious that she stomped her feet: "What kind of hero is it to win with a magic weapon!

Qingluan and Zi Yun'er next to him saw that the lord was in danger, the two glanced at each other, and instantly turned into two rays of light of one blue and one purple and rushed towards the cloud platform, but as soon as they rushed into the air, two golden lights hit from the east, followed by Situ Bei's cold voice: "The two of them are in a decisive battle, how can others interfere?"

The two sisters had a lot of power in their bodies, and they spat out a mouthful of blood and fell down at the same time, and ten people on the ground quickly caught them, and Qingluan hurriedly said: "Go to the rescue lord quickly!"

The dark incense floated and the other ten people couldn't care about it so much, and rushed to the cloud platform one after another, and Situ Bei, the head of the eastern high platform, snorted coldly, and hit it with a palm, shaking the sky and roaring away, how could the power of silence be idle, and the palm power of the ten people fell down one after another.

On the gimbal, Zuo Qiuyang's face became more and more distorted and hideous, and he smiled and said: "Die, Xiao Chen! Since there is already me Zuo Qiuyang in this world, there should be no more you! I am the first young man in the Purple Mansion! You go and die!"

"Amitabha Buddha ......"

At this moment, a Buddha horn suddenly sounded in the square below, but it was the Xuanji master of the Wuyin Temple, I saw him holding a Zen staff in his left hand, and putting his right hand into a palm on his chest, and whispered: "The world is obsessed, greedy everywhere, and the name is sought." Living in the Three Realms for a long time is like a house of fire, where there is suffering in the body, who will be safe? It is the suffering of all the demands, and the happiness of not seeking. Good, good, good. ”

The Xugu monk next to him clasped his hands together and nodded when he heard it: "The disciple understands." ”

Looking at the top of the cloud platform again, Xiao Chen was forced to take steps forward, under the power of Haotian Tower, he had no ability to resist at all, and suddenly he gritted his teeth: "You have a magic weapon, don't you have Xiao Mou!"

After that, he sacrificed the two strings of the Fuxi Qin from Yuan Ding, and the two strings immediately made a real Fuxi Qin, except for the two strings of the palace string and the Shaogong, the rest of the parts were translucent.

But seeing that the body of the piano is full of brilliance and intricate carvings, as his fingers pull on the strings of the Shaogong, the wind and clouds change drastically, and the sky is covered by the glow, and in a moment he has been reflected like a god, teaching people not to force their eyes.

The entire Yutai Mountain was also suddenly filled with a majestic ancient divine power, and everyone changed color one after another: "It's the Ancient Shenqin!"

The three elders on the high platform were also surprised: "The strings of the Fuxiqin! He really has the strings of the Fuxiqin in his hand!" It's just that he never expected that Xiao Chen would be able to exert the divine power of the Fuxiqin to this point.

"Isn't it just two strings!I don't believe you can still turn the sky!" Zuo Qiuyang's face was bruised, and he shouted violently, speeding up the spell, causing Haotian Tower to quickly go towards Xiao Chen.

"Then you can give it a try!"

At this moment, Fu Xiqin's divine power has been gathered, Feizhiyuntai has shook, and even the entire Yutai Mountain has shook, many houses and halls that have been in disrepair for a long time are collapsing, and the square is full of smoke and dust in an instant, and everyone feels bad and evacuates in advance.

With the sound of a piano, the dust was all dispersed, and the clouds within a radius of a hundred miles were also dispersed, only to see a colorful divine light shot out from the Fuxi Qin, and crashed towards the Haotian Tower, with a loud bang, a dazzling bright light rose in the sky, making everyone unable to open their eyes.

The entire Yutai Mountain trembled even more, as if the sky was falling apart, and then I saw that the sky turned into a sea of fire, and the Haotian Tower actually cracked, cracking into countless fragments and spilling downward, Zuo Qiuyang couldn't believe the scene that happened in front of him, and Feng Lan Zhenren was even more dumbfounded as if he had fallen into a nightmare.

There is a samadhi true fire in the Haotian Tower, and at this moment the real fire is falling downward, but everything that touches the real fire is burned into char in an instant, and some cultivators who have no time to escape are directly burned by the real fire to the point that there are no bones left.

Seeing this, more than a dozen Dao Alliance elders and the elders of the various factions immediately worked together to support the enchantment to resist the samadhi true fire that kept falling from the sky, and the crowd quickly evacuated.

The entire square was empty for a moment, leaving only the ground full of devastation, and the fire that was constantly burning, and the air was filled with a scorching smell, and on the cloud platform, Xiao Chen's face was pale, and suddenly he pulled the strings again, this time it was aimed at Zuo Qiuyang.

"Since you want me to die, then I can't keep you!"

After drinking, he suddenly released the strings, and a colorful divine light rushed towards the stunned Zuo Qiuyang, unable to escape, unable to stop, at this moment Zuo Qiuyang felt the real meaning of death.

At this moment, a white light flashed, and Zuo Qiuyang disappeared in an instant, but it was Feng Lan who rescued him in a hurry.

Feng Lan Zhenren fell on the high platform, glared at Qingchen Zhenren, and said coldly: "Your disciple, good ability, so majestic!"

Qingchen Zhenren was silent, and Taiyi Zhenren, who was sitting next to him, said with a smile: "Your disciple's skills are not bad, just now it was the Eight Treasures Haotian Tower." ”

At this time, a senior elder persuaded: "Alas, the two elder brothers should stop arguing, and I didn't expect this matter later. ”

Situ Bei suddenly said coldly: "That person, is it called Xiao Chen?"

Su Yue sneered: "Senior Situ remembered it clearly this time?"

"Remember clearly!" Situ Bei said coldly.

And many people below were still in shock at this time, the battle just now, although it was not a great battle, but it was also an eye-opener, and more importantly, the ancient divine qin in Xiao Chen's hand deeply shocked them, I am afraid that even if it is a cultivator of the Silent Annihilation Realm, he will not be able to survive under that string, right?

Three days passed quickly, and Xiao Chen's holding the Ancient Divine Qin to shatter the Eight Treasures Hao Heavenly Pagoda spread throughout Tianyuan City, and Zuo Qiuyang returned to the Tianlan Sect to retreat and cultivate, vowing that he would never leave the realm of silence.

The first pinnacle race was originally scheduled to be held three days later on the Yutai Mountain side, but due to the damage to the Yuntai and the square, it was changed to seven days later.

On this day, the sun was shining and the sky was cloudless, Murong Xian'er pestered Xiao Chen to go to the city to have fun, so he called Shangyu Yifeng and others to go to the city under the mountain together.

It was the early spring of February, although there were still many places covered with snow on Yutai Mountain, but the Tianyuan City was already spring and beautiful, but I saw the willows and flowers blooming on both sides of the street, and the pedestrians were shoulder to shoulder, mostly young men and women.

A few people walked on the shore of the lake, the tender willows on the shore brushed their shoulders, the reflection in the water rippled slightly, and there were many people boating in the lake in the distance, swinging a circle of ripples. Murong Xian'er jumped all the way, but the butterflies in the flowers were not frightened and flew around her.

Yu Yifeng looked at the lakes and mountains in the distance, and couldn't help but sigh: "The knot is in the human realm, and there is no noise of cars and horses, such a scenery seems too short for us, it's a pity." ”

Indeed, walking by the river, riding in the shade under the willows, and rowing in the lake, these are the lives of mortals, mortals envy those who cultivate immortals, but they don't know how those who cultivate immortals do not envy the quiet life of mortals.

As long as Xiao Chen thought of the spread of demons on the side of Qianfeng Mountain, he couldn't find a clue about everything thousands of years ago, even if the mountains and rivers were pleasant at this moment, he couldn't help but worry about his brows.

When the twilight fell, a few people returned to Yutai Mountain, this day is the most comfortable day for Xiao Chen in recent times, three days have passed, this day is the first pinnacle race, the rules are very simple, the six people who advance to the stage at the same time, the last one left on the stage is the winner, and the Dao League will give a reward.

On this day, the square was full of people again, and more spectator seats were set up on the north and south sides, and those who could sit on it were all from some famous families, and more than a dozen Dao Alliance elders also strengthened the cloud platform and formation, and they would never allow the situation of the last time to happen again.

Under the watchful eye of everyone, a little red from the Immortal Gate was the first to ascend to the cloud platform, followed by Yang Shaochen of the Yang family, Su Zimu stood beside Su Yue, and said softly: "Auntie, I'm going." After saying that, he was on tiptoe, holding a folding fan in his right hand, and his left hand behind his back, and stepped towards the gimbal in the air.

Xiao Chen patted Murong Xian'er on the shoulder, nodded to Yu Yifeng and the others, and also flew towards the cloud platform.

In the end, Xiaoyue slowly descended from the sky, her clothes fluttering, like a fairy descending to earth, which immediately aroused the cheers of all the men in the audience.

Because Huangfu Xin'er abstained, there are only these five people in this championship competition, although there are only five people, but looking at the world, these five people are also first-class young powerhouses, among them, who can win the championship? Su Zimu, the first family in Central Continent? Xiaoyue, the unfathomable heir of the Gu Immortal Sect? Or Xiao Chen, a mysterious young man who has recently become famous? Or is it a little red with twelve artificial spirit veins?

Everyone is talking endlessly, and the ranking of the Tiangang list will definitely change accordingly, and just when everyone in Yutai Mountain is talking most happily, the thousand-year-old ancient temple Wuyin Temple in Dongzhou, under a demon suppression tower, there is a faint movement: "Demon?"