I Have a Luck Altar

This magic flame's method is what Chen Yuan realized when he observed Mo Luo's actions.

Whenever Mo Luo possessed his body, Chen Yuan was equivalent to observing his own changes from the first perspective, including the emptiness of the magic flame, after Chen Yuan's groping all the time, and Mo Luo's pointing from time to time.

It can already be regarded as a good means.

Moreover, this means is very critical.

Although due to the limitation of his own strength, he can only imprison the enemy for a moment at close range, but in many cases, it is this moment that often determines the victory.

Chen Yuan had exhausted most of his means when he fought against the real Huayang of the Qishan tribe before, leaving only this means to give him a fatal blow at a critical moment.

Now, here's your chance!

High Priest Qi Shan's eyes were startled, he just felt that he could not move, he was a little flustered, and wanted to say something, but it was too late.

Chen Yuan raised his right arm, the mysterious and simple lines quickly condensed, and the blood of the flesh roared, which had reached the extreme under Chen Yuan's mobilization.

The inner Tiandan in the dantian rotated wildly, converging its power in Chen Yuan's palm.

The dual peaks of Qi refining and body refining brought Chen Yuan enormous power. The moment he swung his fist, there seemed to be a loud explosion in the void.

It suddenly fell on the high priest.

The moment he was imprisoned, he just broke free, and there was no time to escape, so he could only watch helplessly as the terrifying power unleashed on him.

"boom!!!"

With one punch, the world was shocked.

The void seems to be completely frozen at this moment, and the picture is also frozen at this moment.

Those Qi Shan warriors below watched this scene, and also froze in place, their eyes filled with disbelief.

A terrifying roar exploded.

The frozen frame shattered suddenly, and the high priest's body exploded into a blood mist!

died?

died!

The high priest is dead!

Everyone was shocked, but what followed was fear and fear. Even the high priest died at the hands of that strong Central Plains man. What could they do?

However, Chen Yuan didn't take it lightly, because in his perception, it was only the physical body that exploded, and the primordial spirit seemed to be still there!

However, it has now disappeared without a trace.

Only those blood mist and stumps fell from the void.

When Chen Yuan was looking for the primordial spirit of that old thing, the surrounding hundreds of feet of space suddenly froze, exactly the same as Chen Yuan's previous method, thirty feet in front of Chen Yuan.

A three-inch illusory figure was staring at him, eyes full of hatred!

This person is the high priest of Qishan.

At the moment when his body was shattered just now, he already understood that there was nothing he could do. He could only mobilize his soul, which had not yet been stabilized, to leave his body, but... he could only survive for a while in this way.

The primordial spirit that has just broken through is too fragile and has not yet been refined.

If he can't find a suitable physical body within seven days, then his primordial spirit will gradually disappear.

Therefore, his eyes are full of resentment at this moment!

This is definitely the revenge of destroying Dao!

As he has just broken through the cultivation base of Yuanshen, even if he finds a suitable physical body, he will never think about going further in the future, and can only be trapped in this realm forever.

And all of this was caused by the Central Plains warrior in front of him.

Therefore, he must die!

Only death can wash away his resentment.

Even directly resorted to desperate means.

Kill him directly with Yuanshen.

If one's cultivation level has not reached Yuanshen, if one does not have the means of cultivating the soul, such an attack cannot be stopped at all.

Of course, as a price, he himself would also lose his primordial spirit.

But if this is not the case, this Central Plains warrior will slaughter the Qishan tribe, and they must divide life and death.

"Central Plains people, you have to pay the price!"

The voice of the high priest resounded through the void, and then Yuanshen rushed straight to Chen Yuan.

And under his decisive means, the nearby void was also affected, Chen Yuan could only move a little, there was no time to dodge, the most important thing is,

Yuanshen is extremely fast.

The distance of tens of feet is only in the blink of an eye.

Chen Yuan's eyes were fixed, knowing that he couldn't avoid it, he quickly prepared to deal with it, his body was surging with energy and blood, and mysterious and simple lines appeared on his body.

The Emperor Butcher's Knife was directly in front of him.

When the high priest's three-inch primordial spirit was striding across the void, it swelled against the wind, and it directly swelled to a state no different from a real person. If it weren't for the shimmering light emanating from his body, it would be a bit vain.

It can't be seen that it is a primordial spirit at all.

The high priest pointed at the Emperor Butcher Knife, and a look of joy flashed in his eyes.

It was as if he had already seen the desperate expression of this young Central Plains warrior.

It was worth it to have such a Central Plains warrior buried with him!

But before he could go any further, before Chen Yuan mobilized all his strength, suddenly, a layer of jet-black flames ignited from the Emperor Butcher's Knife.

In an instant, a somewhat strange face appeared.

Smiling at the high priest Jie Jie, he suddenly opened his mouth and swallowed it.

"Do not!!!"

These are the last words of the high priest.

He didn't see Chen Yuan's despair, he didn't see his death, and at the most critical moment, he was swallowed by Mo Luo's demon.

Chewing the soul of the High Priest of Qishan in his mouth, Mo Luo's demon showed a delicious expression, turned his head to look at Chen Yuan, and quickly returned to the Emperor Butcher's Knife.

Moro strikes!

For Chen Yuan, he solved the last desperate method of the high priest of Qishan.

It also made him let out a long breath of foul air.

To be honest, he had never practiced the secret technique of soul attack, and he was still a little worried about the means of resisting the opponent's just now.

Even if it can resist, I'm afraid it will end in a serious injury.

True person Huayang, really should not be underestimated.

With ordinary means, he can split 50-50, but in terms of Yuanshen and Soul, it is still a weakness.

Unless the other party directly attacked Chen Yuan's altar, in that case, perhaps the Altar of Luck would automatically protect the lord.

But it's useless to say anything now, at least the result is good for him.

Looking back, because no one moved the two phantoms in the void, both of them had disappeared at this moment, and the dragon soul of the Emperor Butcher's Knife also roared into the Emperor's Butcher's Knife.

Only a rope with a faint golden light was left in the void.

With a casual call, the rope quickly fell into Chen Yuan's hands, leaving many traces on it, and it is estimated that it will be destroyed by the dragon soul in a moment.

But it looks like it can still be used.

Bundle?

good.

It is a means of imprisoning people.

Calmly put this rare treasure into the Tianshu space, Chen Yuan turned his eyes to the warriors of the Qishan tribe below, with a slight sneer on the corner of his mouth.

Now that the real opponent has been dealt with, these miscellaneous fish naturally cannot be let go.

The look in Chen Yuan's eyes terrified them, and they immediately turned around to run away, but unfortunately, they had no chance, and an invisible bloodthirsty force enveloped the surrounding area.

The warriors of the Qishan tribe fell down one by one, with panic on their faces.

After everyone was resolved, Chen Yuan said:

"Thank you senior for your help."

"This person's methods are really extraordinary. If you can do this, you are already comparable to the real Huayang Daoist, but there is still a shortcoming in terms of spirit and soul.

The poor monk has a secret art of the soul, which is suitable for you. Now that your cultivation base has almost reached, you are only one step away from Huayang, and you can start to practice. "

Mo Luo's ethereal voice rang in Chen Yuan's ears.

"That's it. Then thank you senior."

Chen Yuan said in a deep voice.

What Mo Luo said was right. Now that his physical body and qi refining have both reached the peak, the next step is to prepare to break through the matter of transforming yang, but this last step is not easy to cross.

Otherwise, there would not be so few Huayang real people in the Jianghu.

Although Chen Yuan met Huayang and even the immortals of the Six Realms, if we really calculate the distribution, we can find that Huayang real people are still very rare.

Only in this way can the mountain gate where Master Huayang sits be called a top power.

Not to mention the suppression of a state, but an absolute top existence.

However, if he wanted to truly break through the realm of Huayang, there was still a threshold in front of Chen Yuan, that was Yunshen, and only by cultivating a little divine light could he have a chance to break through.

This is also a real difficulty.

However, for Chen Yuan, this problem is actually not a big problem, because he had already started this process a long time ago.

Whether it's the purple energy coming from the east when the alchemy is formed, or the starlight entering the alchemy later, they are essentially nourishing for Chen Yuan.

And he already had a faint feeling.

It won't be long before you will be able to 'accumulate divine light'.

Even if he practiced step by step, he was confident that he could reach this step within three months.

This is beyond the number of people who do not know.

Not to mention other people, there are rumors in the world that the top five of the Billboard are either stuck in this level, or have just cultivated their divine light.

So Chen Yuan was very satisfied.

The soul secret technique that Mo Luo passed on to Chen Yuan is called "God Thorn". The name is very simple, but its power is very impressive.

It was a secret technique that Mo Luo obtained by accident when he was a Bodhisattva in Lingshan.

As long as the practice is successful, there will be no more accidents like the situation of the high priest Qi Shan before, and he can be stabbed to death directly!

After killing all the people brought by the high priest, Chen Yuan adjusted his state on the spot, then changed direction and went to the Qishan tribe's camp.

Now that a death feud has been forged, there is no need to hold back.

The Central Plains Grassland is at odds with each other, so he always has to do something.

After all, people who are not of my race must have different hearts.

The Qishan Tribe's camp was on the side of the Qishan Mountain Range, and there was no city wall built, and it was covered by towering tents. At a glance, there were quite a few people there.

This is only the headquarters, as far as Chen Yuan knows, there are other tribes of the Qishan tribe, which are distributed within the territory.

At this moment, in Qi Shan's residence.

The originally noisy crowd suddenly fell silent, and subconsciously looked into the void, where a black cloud gradually gathered and shrouded towards the station.

The faces of many strong men who stayed behind in the tribe gradually became a little dignified.

"This is...someone wants to attack?"

"Quick, go find the high priest!"

King Qishan was summoned by the royal court to go to the Central Plains, and the strongest person left behind was the High Priest. Therefore, after something happened, many people's first reaction was to look for the whereabouts of the High Priest.

He is in charge.

But when several people were discussing, there was some commotion in the center of the Qishan tribe, and an astonishing news quickly spread to their ears.

The soul lamp of the high priest is off!

What this means they know all too well.

The high priest has fallen!

This is definitely a huge news. Seeing the powerful enemy attack, the high priest fell again, and everyone lost their backbone for a while.

"Let's go quickly and inform the Great Elder. In addition, send me an order to mobilize all the cavalry left behind by the tribe and prepare for battle!" A middle-aged man stood up.

He is the younger brother of King Qishan, with a respected status.

Seeing that no one is in charge, I can only bite the bullet and go on.

Facing his order, everyone froze for a moment, then quickly listened to the order and went to gather all the cavalry in the station. Even if the high priest was not there, they still had the strength to fight by relying on the battle formation.

Qi Shan Yungu looked at the black clouds condensed in the void, his face became more solemn, but for some reason, that person didn't make a move, and he didn't know what he was waiting for.

Is it just for demonstration?

In the void, Chen Yuan's eyes were very indifferent, and there was a strong murderous intent in his eyes.

The ancient gold royal court actually sent troops!

This news has been confirmed by him and is completely correct.

Before he came to the Qishan tribe's camp, he met a group of patrolling cavalry. He learned about this from their conversation, and then he used tricks to press him.

The result is still the same.

Gu Jin sweated Wanyan Tianba, and the god general Wanyan Shu personally led 700,000 cavalry to break through the Liangzhou barrier in the Central Plains. I have to say that this news is very big.

It is also a huge disaster for the Central Plains.

At least as far as he knew, there had never been such a huge movement on the grassland in the past hundred years.

He couldn't help but think of the previous incident. Could it be him?

Although his character is ruthless, but after many changes, he also has some different ideas from before. He definitely does not want to see the fate of the Central Plains.

Although, Wang Ting's Eastern Expedition also has some advantages for him.

For example, it will aggravate the decline of the court again.

Therefore, on the one hand, Chen Yuan hoped that the imperial court would suffer heavy losses, and on the other hand, he did not want the northern barbarians to successfully break through, but only weakened the imperial court's strength.

Of course, the main reason is that he is not yet ready to rebel.

If it could be delayed for a few years to give him time to grow up, the Sima family probably wouldn't be able to survive under the external and internal troubles.

He will also have a chance.

However, the 700,000 troops marching eastward did not look like they could easily retreat.

"Senior, if there is another disturbance in the Ancient Jin King City, can you force Wanyan Tianba to retreat?" Chen Yuan asked in a deep voice.

If possible, he will grasp the measure and make a move at a certain moment.

It not only hit the imperial court, but also allowed the Sima family to survive for a few more years.

"Wang Ting is not that simple. The last time I just hit the opponent by surprise, and another strong person shot, so it went so smoothly.

It's almost impossible to think about it again. "

"The barbarian god of the ancient gold royal court has awakened, and it will take a while to be silent again. If you and I go now, we are going to die."

Mo Luo's voice reached Chen Yuan's ears.

Hearing these words, Chen Yuan narrowed his eyes, flashing a fierce light.

"Wang Ting's Eastern Expedition can't be decided just because of one or two things. I think the preparations have been made long before the Wang Ting's sacrifice, but this matter really depends on the court's response.

If the border of Liangyou is breached, the world will probably fall into chaos. Unfortunately, it is not the right time yet. Dao Shrine is not ready yet, and neither are you. "

"This matter is beyond our expectations, but I don't know if the king of Beiliang can support the 700,000 cavalry in the grassland." Chen Yuan's eyes flickered.

"The one from Wudang Mountain has already made a breakthrough, and he may make a move if necessary."

"Oh?"

Chen Yuan nodded thoughtfully.

If the immortal makes a move, then I'm afraid it's really not necessarily true.

But speaking of it, the strength of the Central Plains is naturally far superior to that of the Mobei Grassland, but the power is too scattered, the power of the rivers and lakes is too strong, and the top ten immortal sects alone control an extremely strong power.

After thinking for a while, Chen Yuan temporarily suppressed this thought. No matter what, Zhongyuan will suffer a lot this time. Now that he has the opportunity,

Naturally, we must take revenge first.

Qi Shan Wang Department.

Annihilate it.

There was no trace of pity in Chen Yuan's eyes, and he quickly took out the Chen clan's battle flag from the Tianshu space, dripped a drop of blood on it, and thought.

The trumpet sounded between heaven and earth suddenly, and an air of iron and blood permeated the air.

At the same time, within a few miles around, thick Yin Qi was rising.

The battle flag waved.

In an instant, heroic spirits all over the sky appeared.

Chen Yuan didn't talk too much nonsense, pointed directly at the Qishan tribe below, and said in a deep voice:

"Today. Bloodbath Qishan Department!"

"Follow the orders of the young master!"

"Follow the orders of the young master!"

Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits roared in unison, and then the generals of the army appeared, and with the sound of a war drum, all the heroic spirits descended from the sky!

At this moment, the people below are not ready yet.

Many people stared blankly at the ghost soldier falling from the void, and froze in place for a moment.

"Will the senior feel pity?"

Looking at the slaughter below, Chen Yuan suddenly asked.

"All living beings are equal, and the poor monk will naturally feel pity."

"Then why didn't senior stop it?"

Chen Yuan asked with flickering eyes.

The other party had tested his character before, and now, Chen Yuan also wanted to see how Mo Luo would react.

"If the poor monk stops you, will you definitely give up?"

"Of course not. The northern barbarian tribe has knocked on the border every year for two hundred years and massacred the people of the Central Plains. Such crimes can only be remedied by blood for blood.

What's more, the younger generation has already formed a deadly enmity with this Qi Shan tribe, so it is absolutely impossible to hold back. "

Chen Yuan said lightly.

"So the poor monk won't stop it."

After Moro finished speaking, he was completely silent.

As for Chen Yuan, a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

This day was the darkest moment for the Qishan tribe. Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits formed a battle formation, and their power was astounding. Even the Qishan tribe still had tens of thousands of cavalry left behind.

But before forming a battle formation, there is not much resistance at all.

The Chen family army who once guarded the southern border against the monsters, after hundreds of years away, set off a massacre on the grassland again.

Up to the nobles of the Qishan tribe, down to the old and young, women and children.

Under the passage of Yin soldiers, no one survived.

There is nothing worthy of pity. When the northern barbarians knocked at the customs, they did more than they did!