A blood shadow from the sky was thrown away weakly. The black cloak wrapped around Lu Chen's body was shattered by the attack of the phantom giant sword. Under the light from a distance, a body with an ancient bronze color slammed hard at Wuyuan Peak.

Large areas of woods collapsed under the impact of a long drag mark, and countless houses and courtyards were shattered. Countless monks standing at the top of Wuyuan Peak hurriedly fled to the sky. The figure hit the ground hard, making a rumbling sound, and was hit underground at an extremely fast speed.

With just this move, Lu Chen was powerless to lose...

Xiang Ning did not chase after him anymore. His eyes were filled with a chilling white light, staring at Wuyuan Fengluan coldly, and a faint disdain appeared on the corner of his lips.

Wherever his eyes fell, there was still a simple scroll of ancient and golden light in the mountains. Xiang Ning looked over and gently copied the palm behind him. A sucking force filled the simple scroll of golden light in his hand, and then he never looked at Wuyuanfeng again.

The atmosphere at the scene became depressed in an instant.

The monks originally thought that Lu Chen could use his amazing strength to fight Xiang Ning like he had just now, and even if he was defeated, he would be defeated vigorously. However, just as Xiang Ning's eyes turned pale, the strange scene deeply stimulated their eyes.

The six masters had known for a long time that when Xiang Ning got angry, Lu Chen would definitely lose. Now it seems that they are inseparable from their guesses...

Lin Mo'er's fists were slightly tight. Although she was still worried about Lu Chen's miserable defeat, most of her attention was still on Xiang Ning.

As one of the eight giants in Dongzhou, Lin Moer has fantasized about the gap between herself and Xiang Ning countless times. She is not convinced, and with her strength, she is not convinced by anyone.

But now...

The six masters were filled with incredible expressions, and their eyes were fixed on Xiang Ning.

"The Ten Thousand Swords of Recruiting Hearts." Xu Gu Zhenren murmured to himself, and his old eyes were filled with horror: "I didn't expect that Xiang Ning had already practiced the Ten Thousand Swords of Recruiting Hearts to this point. It seems that another Nascent Soul Master will be released in Dongzhou soon."

"Oh~" The Qingjing Zhenren of the Jiulian Holy Sect shook his head lonely and then looked at the other leaders.

The head of Langya Fudi, the head of the fairy Lang Yue, the true man of Yuxue Mountain, the Taoist of Geshan in Tianjimen, and the head of the Medicine King's Mansion, Luo Min, the heart of these powerful people in the late stage of the Golden Pill, which had been calm for many years, caused huge waves at this moment.

Thousands of monks showed puzzled eyes. They knew Xiang Ning was so powerful, but they didn't expect that he was so powerful that even Lu Chen, who could easily defeat Xuanye, was not his enemy.

The group cultivator was puzzled, but at this time someone was willing to sigh.

Nan Xingchen looked at his master in horror and confusion. The Qingjing Zhenren glanced at him and said, "The Ten Thousand Swords Return Heart Art has ten levels. If you practice to the extreme, you can break the pill and become a baby and enter the Supreme Palace. I always thought that Xiang Ning would stop at the ninth level. Unexpectedly, after these years, he had reached the tenth level of great perfection and the Ten Thousand Swords Return Heart Realm."

Taoist Geshan, Tianjimen, said: "The ten thousand swords return to the heart, condense a sword soul into the soul of the ten thousand weapons, and forever consolidate it in the heart. This sword should be able to break the sixty-nine Yuanying Great Tribulation, so that Xiang Ning can achieve the Yuanying Great Way."

Fairy Lang Yue Yunyun said: "The ten-story ten-story sword is full of difficulties. The ancestor Guiyuan obtained this magical skill and successfully broke the pill in four hundred years. Unexpectedly, Xiang Ning only took only two hundred years to be a genius in Dongzhou."

The Yuxu True Man in Daxue Mountain nodded and said, "That's right, no matter whether Guiyuan Sect is the first in Dongzhou or not, Xiang Ning will be the only one in this place, and soon no one can compete with Guiyuan."

Luo Min, the head of the Medicine King's Mansion, sighed and said: "Xiang Ning has never taken action and must be unwilling to make this matter public. It's just that Lu Chen's actions were too ruthless, which aroused Xiang Ning's anger."

"Xuanye is gone." Lin Mo'er raised her eyes, full of fighting spirit. He had to admit: "Even if there is no one in Guiyuan Sect, with Xiang Ning here, Guiyuan will never die."

Several leaders praised Xiang Ning in public and felt helpless in showing weakness. It is conceivable how far Xiang Ning has reached.

The remaining monks were amazed and looked at Xiang Ning again, and there was a little more fear in their eyes.

The sound of praise from everyone echoed in his ears, but Xiang Ning seemed to turn a deaf ear. Under the gloomy Guanyu face, only the two white eyes continued to radiate fearful gazes.

After raising his hand gently, he swept out of thin air. The golden scroll in his hand slowly unfolded, revealing thousands of golden lights and heavy shadows.

However, this move did not make Xiang Ning feel better. When he saw a line of small words clearly appearing on the scroll, the evil intention in his eyes became stronger and the murderous intent on his body became stronger.

"Peng~"

Just then, a thunder roar exploded from the top of Wuyuan Peak.

The six masters of lamenting, Lin Moer, and thousands of cultivators all turned around in shock, and saw an ancient bronze color radiating an evil aura on the top of Wuyuan Peak, shooting from a distance. The figure was strong and perfect. Two black flame dragons were surrounding their figure with their arms, and the fire waves were spewing out of their mouths, for a while.

The figure's face was as sharp as a knife, and its firmness covered up the previous unruly meaning of being playful and unruly. Although the smile remained the same, it was filled with a sense of horror that made people lingering fear.

"Lu Chen? He is not dead?"

Seeing the figure clearly, thousands of cultivators changed color one after another, and the crowd suddenly moved away, causing Lu Chen to fly from Wuyuan Peak to calmly.

Lingkongxudu, Lu Chen's appearance did not change slightly, but his face was a little gloomy and calm. His unruly had long been preserved. At this time, he truly looked like the demeanor of a master.

Under the thick eyebrows, two black fires that were about to emerge from the sockets burned to the exquisite flames, and then moved. Two black fire dragons on their arms roared, intertwined each other and wrapped around Lu Chen's feet, and blew the fierce flames at Xiang Ning.

Lu Chen is not dead.

Live well.

This scene surprised countless cultivators, especially the six masters, who just praised Xiang Ning's cultivation level as good as the sky, second only to the ancestor of the Yuanying in the six immortal sects. His offensive was unmatched. However, now, Lu Chen refuted their arguments with himself.

A pair of amazing eyes fell on Lu Chen. They were puzzled, what a shocking event would happen next.

Looking directly at Xiang Ning, Lu Chen's face suddenly showed a playful expression: "President Xiang is indeed extremely powerful, but it is not enough to kill Lu's life with this blow."

"Hiss~"

Such arrogant words immediately caused boos around him.

Xiang Ning didn't hear it, and immediately snorted coldly, "You are so tough. Although I didn't do my best, I still have seven points of my skills. It seems that my sect has underestimated you."

Speaking of this, Xiang Ning suddenly shouted: "Say, where is the thing? I'll hand it over happily. This sect will leave you a whole body."

"Hehe~hehe~"

Lu Chen laughed out loud, and gradually, the laughter turned into a wanton crazy laugh: "Haha~, Master Xiang did not hesitate to exert the power of the entire sect to destroy me and the whole sect. He just wanted to obtain the Great Yan Immortal Art, and isn't it in the hands of Master Xiang?" Lu Chen pointed to the scroll.

"Dayan Immortal Art?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the audience was shocked. Some monks who were familiar with the history of Dongzhou looked at the two people facing each other with extremely shocked eyes.

At this moment, all the doubts were solved.

Guiyuan Sect is the first in Dongzhou, and he is willing to kill the entire Ganyu Sect for the reason for the unworldly immortal script "The Great Yan Immortal Art" left behind by the mysterious master after the catastrophe of Dongzhou five hundred years ago.

And Lu Chen and his master Li Chen have always been in love with this peerless immortal script~

The six chief sects were shocked, and Lin Moer could not suppress the excitement in her heart, and the towering cloud peaks kept undulating.

If Lu Chen is a genius, he can be valued by the immortal sects; or if he is gifted and has a profound skill, he can even make countless sects compete to recruit him; but all this is not as shocking as the "Dayan Immortal Art".

During the catastrophe in the East Province, the mysterious master killed several great Yuanying masters of the Ghost Sect with one person's strength, and practiced the "Dayan Immortal Art". Although such immortal techniques were not seen through the mystery of human caves, for many years, whether it was the seven immortal sects or the Immortal Alliance, or even the Ghost Sect masters were looking for the body of the master everywhere. To be precise, it was the lost immortal technique.

Five hundred years have passed, and there is no news about "The Great Yan Immortal Art", but now it appears on a young boy.

"So that's it. No wonder Xiang Ning of Guiyuan Sect did such a ruthless thing. It turned out that he was afraid that the news would leak out." Everyone suddenly realized.

At the same time, thousands of monks looked at Lu Chen with different eyes, and the complex sight was mixed with greed.

Obviously, no one doesn't want to know the whereabouts of the Immortal Chronicle, but the scroll in Xiang Ning's hand clearly does not have any meaning about the "Dayan Immortal Art", otherwise Xiang Ning would not be angry. It is certainly the only one who knows the whereabouts of "Dayan Immortal Art" is Lu Chen's head.

At this moment, some people began to think about how to get the "Dayan Immortal Art", but~

Does anyone dare?

Xiang Ning’s Ten Thousand Swords Guixin Art is that even the six masters dare not act rashly, who else dares to dare? And the most important thing is that this is Guiyuan Sect. Who knows where the ancestor above Xiang Ning of Guiyuan Sect is now? That is a master of Nascent Soul.

Xiang Ning was naturally full of confidence. He was not surprised to hear Lu Chen proclaiming the "Dayan Immortal Art". He knew that it was Lu Chen's scheming and was instigating the major leaders to take action.

Xiang Ning smiled slightly and said, "Lu Chen, put away your tricks. Since this sect dares to meet you here, I am naturally not afraid of anyone who dares to make the idea of ​​"Dayan Immortal Art". Hand over the Immortal Art."

Swish ~

The group cultivator's eyes turned to Lu Chen, and he shrugged gently and said, "Okay, since Master Xiang insisted on doing this, Lu had to hand it over. But don't regret it."
Chapter completed!