Venerable Yuan

Among the continuous mountains, there are few people there, but at this time, the valley in that place is full of people, and it is extremely excited.

On a green peak outside the valley, there are two figures standing on a green pine with their hands behind their backs. Around them, there is a powerful surge of origin energy, exuding a strong sense of oppression.

Both of them were wearing white robes, with a mysterious pattern of a majestic palace suspended in the clouds on their sleeves, which was the symbol of the Holy Palace.

The one on the left is named Wang Yuan, and the one on the right is named Ning Mo.

There are ten halls in the Holy Palace, and these two people are the chiefs of two of them, with high status.

"These disciples of Cangxuan Sect are not very capable, but they are quite capable when they act like turtles." The man named Wang Yuan was a bit tall and strong. He was carrying a black iron rod on his back. On top of the iron rod, There is a looming source pattern.

At this time, he was looking at the valley in front of him with indifferent eyes. He could only see a huge source pattern barrier rising above the valley at this time, covering the valley.

The source pattern barrier is obviously not simple, and its defense power is amazing. Even for them, it is difficult to break it for a while.

Ning Mo smiled at the side. His long black hair was spread out, looking a bit unkempt. He said lazily: "That Jin Zhang is the chief of Lingwen Peak. He has a very high level of attainments in Origin Patterns. He arranged the turtle barrier." , it’s indeed a bit troublesome.”

"But in the end it's just a useless effort. This source pattern barrier cannot last forever. As long as this place is surrounded, they will not be able to escape."

As he spoke, he waved his palm gently, and he saw silhouettes of people rushing towards the mountains around the valley. Those were the disciples of the Holy Palace. At this time, they surrounded the valley. Surround.

Ning Mo raised his head and looked at the distance of this mountain range. Forces from all directions were coming from all directions. Then he watched from a distance, not daring to intervene in the fight here.

After all, both the Holy Palace and Cangxuan Sect are behemoths in Cangxuan Heaven, and they would not dare to get involved in this kind of giant dispute.

Of course, they are also curious. When these two behemoths collide, will the old overlord Cangxuan Sect win, or will the new overlord Holy Palace be better?

However, looking at the current situation, it is obvious that Cangxuan Sect is at a disadvantage.

Under the gaze of many eyes in the distance, Ning Mo's figure slowly rose, with his feet on the source energy, standing outside the valley. His eyes looked at the valley within the source pattern boundary with a playful look, and a faint voice sounded. : "Jin Zhang, why bother to resist any longer? If you honestly hand over all the Xuanyuan essence in your hands, I can let you leave safely."

"Ning Mo, stop dreaming. If you want the essence of Xuanyuan in our hands, then you should try to break my barrier first!" In the valley, there was also a deep voice, it was from Lingwen Peak. Chief, gold medal.

When Ning Mo heard this, he shook his head sarcastically and said, "It's true that I won't shed tears until I see the coffin. In this case, we can only search from the corpses of your Cangxuan Sect disciples."

"Ning Mo! You killed dozens of people from my sect, and I, Jin Zhang, have recorded this account!" There was deep anger in Jin Zhang's voice.

"The weak prey on the strong. Since you have no ability, isn't it normal for you to be killed by us?" Ning Mo smiled, then stopped talking to Jin Zhang, turned back to the top of the mountain and sat down cross-legged, staring with cold eyes. The valley shrouded by the source pattern barrier.

"Let's see how long you can last." He waved his sleeves, and on the hills around the valley, nearly a hundred disciples of the Holy Palace immediately took action, and the powerful Origin Qi offensive roared out overwhelmingly, falling on the source. Ripples splashed across the pattern barrier.

In the distance, there were many eyes cast from afar. When they saw the Cangxuan Sect's team blocked in the valley, they all secretly shook their heads and whispered to each other.

"This team of Cangxuan Sect seems to be in trouble."

"Yeah, who would have thought that there would be two chiefs of the Holy Palace in this area. Wang Yuan and Ning Mo, among the ten chiefs of the Holy Palace, are both in the upper reaches and are not easy to mess with."

"It is said that in the past, some disciples of Cangxuan Sect died at the hands of the two chiefs."

"Tsk, tsk, these two giant sects are really mortal enemies. When they meet, they will fight to the death..."

"Haha, there is no peace when the old and new overlords alternate. However, it still depends on the strength. If the Cangxuan Sect's team is destroyed here, it will be a big blow to the Cangxuan Sect's reputation."

"..."

The forces from all sides commented, but they all had the mentality of watching a show. After all, in their view, it would be a good thing for the two giant sects to fight each other, so that they would have the opportunity to pick up the pieces.

So time passed quickly under the siege of the Holy Palace and the cold eyes of other forces.

Two days later.

The roaring sound still echoed continuously in the mountains. The source pattern barrier outside the valley was rippling violently, and it seemed faintly thin.

Looking at it like this, the source pattern barrier is obviously about to reach its limit.

Ning Mo looked at this scene with a smile and said: "Jin Zhang, this is the last chance. If you are still ignorant and wait until the barrier is broken, don't blame me for going on a killing spree."

There was silence in the valley.

Ning Mo flicked his cuffs with his slender fingers and said casually: "Do you think I don't know what you want to do by delaying here deliberately? Don't you just want to wait for your fellow disciples of Cangxuan Sect to come to the rescue?"

"The chief disciples of your Cangxuan Sect generation, except for Tang Muxin of Cangxuan Peak and Xie Yan of Leiyu Peak, the other chief disciples are weaker. According to the information from our Holy Palace, Tang Muxin and Xie Yan are currently in other area, we might not be able to get here at all if we compete with the other chiefs of the Holy Palace.”

"So even if someone comes, it's just some other chiefs. But if they come, they're probably just delivering food."

There was sarcasm in his eyes, obviously seeing through Jin Zhang's intentions, but instead of panicking, he was willing to wait, because they were also using Jin Zhang and others as bait.

If we can attract another team of Cangxuan Sect and destroy them, we will surely be able to harvest a lot of Xuanyuan essence.

In the valley covered by the source pattern barrier, Jin Zhang was sitting cross-legged on a boulder. At this time, his face was cloudy and uncertain. Apparently, he did not expect that Ning Mo and others had such a big appetite that they actually wanted to use them as... bait.

Around Jinzhang, there were dozens of Cangxuan Sect disciples, but at this time, their morale was low and they still had some injuries on their bodies.

"Chief Jinzhang, what should I do? I'm afraid the source pattern barrier won't be able to last for too long." A disciple beside him asked in a low voice.

Jin Zhang looked at the disciples who were looking at him eagerly, took a deep breath, and said slowly: "If the barrier is broken later, I will stop it with all my strength, and you will disperse and retreat immediately, and then look for the other chief disciples."

When the other disciples heard this, their expressions changed, obviously they heard the intention of sacrificing one's life in Jin Zhang's words.

"Needless to say, as the chief, I am naturally obliged to protect you. It was my carelessness this time, and I was ambushed by them, resulting in the casualties of my fellow disciples." Jin Zhang interrupted everyone who was about to speak with a stern expression.

Everyone was silent, but there was sadness in their eyes.

Click!

And at this moment, there was a sudden cracking sound on the barrier, causing the expressions of the Cangxuan Sect disciples present to change. They looked up sharply and saw cracks emerging on the barrier.

boom!

Finally, when the cracks spread, the huge barrier finally reached its limit and exploded.

Everyone in the valley was immediately exposed to many eager eyes.

In mid-air, Ning Mo looked at this scene with a smile and sighed: "It's a pity. It seems that this turtle shell can't protect you. Jin Zhang, your Cangxuan Sect is really worse than the last generation..."

On his body, powerful Origin Qi began to surge, bringing huge oppression.

Obviously, he was about to take action.

In that valley, Jin Zhang also took a deep breath, gathered the power of his soul between his brows, and a source pattern pen appeared in his hand, shouting: "You are ready to withdraw!"

"Haha, you are in such a state, do you still dare to fight with me? Then don't blame me for being ruthless." When Ning Mo saw this scene, the corner of his mouth raised a hint of ridicule.

Then, his eyes became cold and he stopped talking nonsense. He took one step and took action.

call out!

However, the moment he took his steps, suddenly there was a sharp sound of breaking wind, and a black light seemed to penetrate the void, pointed at Ning Mo in a cunning and ruthless manner.

Ning Mo's pupils shrank slightly, and the steps he took suddenly retracted.

Uh-huh!

The black light flew past his body, and the sharp sound of breaking wind was heart-stopping.

"Who?!" A cold look flashed across Ning Mo's face. He raised his head and looked to the west. At the same time, many eyes from the sky and the earth were also projected in shock. Obviously, they did not expect this. At that time, someone actually dared to stroke the tiger’s beard.

Under the gaze of many eyes, a somewhat blurred figure slowly appeared on a solitary peak not far from the valley.

He stretched out his palm and shook it gently. The black light reflected back and fell into his palm. It turned out to be a mottled black pen, with its snow-white hair like the tip of a spear, pointing diagonally at the ground.

In the valley, Jin Zhang and other disciples also looked over, and then there was deep shock in their eyes. Obviously they did not expect that the person coming would be this one...

"Where did this blind thing come from? Are you looking for death?" Ning Mo stared at the figure in the distance with gloomy eyes and said indifferently.

On the lonely peak, the figure first glanced at Jin Zhang and the others in the valley, and then turned to Ning Mo. He smiled, showing his white teeth, but the words he said made everyone in the mountain range. It's for silence.

"This bastard from the Holy Palace...you really think that no one in Cangxuan Sect can conquer you, right?"