Every day between heaven and earth, the voice of Qianhe echoed endlessly. Around Sixiang Mountain, a title that was vaguely domineering was resounding continuously.

"Crazy Confucianism?"

After hearing this, everyone was slightly stunned and looked puzzled.

Every strong man in the small world is famous. Many strong monks can recite it in the story or the name of the story. However, it is extremely difficult for them to recall the so-called "crazy scholars".

"Crazy Confucian..." Only the leader of a sect like Yun Tian Zhenjun had a slightly paused expression.

The next moment, his eyes suddenly froze and he immediately spoke in horror.

"Can you be the mysterious "great elder" of the Four Symbol Sect, a powerful and powerful man of the same era as the previous sect leader of our sect and the Four Symbol God Lord, Shimo?

Nicknamed "Crazy Religion"?"

Although he didn't speak loudly, all the powerful monks present in the small world, so naturally they could hear it clearly. For a moment, the whole audience was in a mess.

Since hundreds of years ago, it has been said that a "great elder" has been silently guarding the Sixiang Sect, and is regarded as the guardian god of the Sixiang Sect.

However, the Four Symbol Sect is one of the six sects of Xuanmen, and has almost never encountered any disasters or enemies. Therefore, this "great elder" has never appeared. Over time, even the disciples of the Four Symbol Sect have little memory of this and have forgotten the existence of this person, let alone the people from other sects?

But at this moment, Shimo appeared, and quickly awakened everyone from his sleeping memories. A series of horrifying eyes hit the old man who had just appeared.

This is exactly one of the oldest and mysterious strong men in the small world at present, the great elder of the Four Symbol Sect and the crazy scholar Shimo! Shimo put his hands behind him, and his thin figure was a little thin, as if he would collapse at any time. But just standing there, he had a strong posture of defeating his hands and holding the sky, which made many powerful monks with awe-like abyss bow their waists. Even the true Lord Yun Tian, ​​who had reached the epic realm, couldn't help but stand back half a step, but Qianlun could still maintain his previous expression.

"Qianlun, it's indeed a long time no see!"

Shimo raised his turbid eyes slightly and looked at Qianlun. From his eyes, there was no trace of anger or hatred, just like a greeting to an old friend who had not been around for a long time.

But deep in his eyes, a sharp and pure murderous intent surged quietly.

Qianlun was behind his back with one hand, and it was obviously a bit unexpected to Shimo's appearance.

"After eight hundred years, you have never walked around the small world, and there is no relevant news. I thought you had already followed your elder brother and embarked on a journey of transformation!"

"I didn't expect that not only did you not die, but your cultivation level has reached such a level. It's really a pity, a pity!"

Shimo gently pulled the corner of his mouth and said with a smile: "You are still a thousand-wheeler than me for decades, and you are not even dead. How can I, the old man, leave you first?"

"Besides, when you used your tricks to my elder brother, I swore that you must see with your own eyes that you will be destroyed in your body and spirit to comfort his soul. How can I die before that?"

The surprise in the Qianlong Anne quickly dissipated, and replaced by the calmness as if it was a flat lake.

After he looked at Schmoe, his voice suddenly turned cold.

"Cangru, you and I are both from the same generation. When I played against Shi Zhantian, you also watched the game throughout the game. You should have a considerable understanding of my strength!"

"Although Shi Zhantian's desperate attack hurt me hard, forcing me to cultivate for hundreds of years, do you think that with your current strength, you can be qualified to avenge him?"

As he spoke, he took a step forward, his voice cold and cruel.

"Crazy Ru, you are one of the few people who want to talk to me actively in this world. If you are willing to surrender to me and use it for my own use, then I will take you to the path of immortality and transcend the shackles of the earth in the future!"

"But if you still insist on standing on Shi Zhantian's side and fighting for a group of ignorant idiots, then Shi Zhantian's fate is your lesson!"

"Even Shi Zhantian couldn't stop me back then, and he defeated me, let alone you?"

He stood forward, and the world seemed to have shaken at this moment. The earth shook violently, and the clouds in the sky rolled over. Bai Yanming and other powerful monks of the Four Symbol Sect felt a Shura-like aura coming towards him, almost freezing their bodies and even their true power.

At this moment, a very hot wave suddenly spread out on Shi Mo's body, like a burning small sun, releasing an extremely terrifying high heat, blocking the forcing momentum outside Sixiang Mountain. Only then did Bai Yanming and others recover.

On Shimo's forehead, a drop of sweat appeared, and it was obvious that he was under unimaginable pressure at this moment.

"Qianlun, it is true that you defeated my elder brother by using insidious means, but don't think you can trample on this star and fulfill your wolf ambitions!"

"My elder brother's will has been inherited. He has found the person who can defeat you in the future!"

He said in a deep voice while resisting the overwhelming terrifying spiritual pressure from thousands of wheels.

"Yeah?"

Qianlun didn't care at all, "Just because of that boy named Ye?"

Shimo nodded with a smile, and his face was extremely certain: "Of course it's him!"

"The myth of your Daqian Palace will eventually be destroyed in his hands!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a roar of an angry dragon suddenly came from the broken mountain. A golden light rushed straight into the sky, shattering the clouds, and a slender and tall figure appeared.

Ye Chen's top was broken, revealing a well-proportioned and perfect muscle line. His eyes were full of fighting spirit, and the Holy Soul Sword was held horizontally by him.

Everyone was shocked. They looked at Ye Chen's chest and saw a skeleton slightly sunken, which was exactly where he was hit by Qianlun just now.

Qian Lun looked slightly sideways, and his face is also a little surprised.

"oh?

I just used my physical strength to give you an elbow strike. Logically speaking, your heart should have been shattered, but I didn’t expect you to be alive!”

"It seems that I underestimated your physical strength!"

Ye Chen did not respond to Qianlun. The divine light gradually condensed in his eyes, shooting out two dazzling blue lights, injecting them into the Holy Soul Sword, making the light on his sword stronger, almost turning from blue to white, and an extremely terrifying wave of mental power swept across the audience.

Ye Chen's face was unprecedentedly calm and his voice spread indifferently.

"Qianlun, you are indeed strong enough, and you are the first opponent I admit that I cannot defeat!"

"The next sword blocked all my mental power, and it was the strongest sword I could do at this moment. I want to see if you, the so-called little world overlord, can you take it!"

A touch of unrestrained freedom and freedom appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his palm suddenly pulled horizontally. The Holy Soul Sword passed through an extremely mysterious arc in the void, like an antelope hanging its horns, as wonderful as heaven.

"rub!"
Chapter completed!