Venerable Yuan

Huge cracks ran through the mountains and forests, and all the mountains along the way collapsed. The eyes of the entire world were looking at this scene almost blankly.

The atmosphere was dead silent.

If Ning Mo was knocked to his knees by Zhou Yuan's punch before, everyone could understand that it was because Zhou Yuan deliberately showed weakness to the enemy, but the current scene once again subverted their understanding.

Ning Mo's killing move was almost the strongest attack with all his strength. Facing this kind of attack, even the strong men of the same level did not dare to show their strength.

However, who would have thought that Zhou Yuan not only did not retreat, but instead chose the most arrogant method, using an unrivaled attitude to blast away Ning Mo's strongest means.

Those eyes looked at the last collapsed mountain peak in the distance, Ning Mo's figure was buried in it. Zhou Yuan's previous punch was enough to kill a strong man in the early stage of the ninth level of Taichu Realm.

After a long silence, when the eyes of the world turned to Zhou Yuan again, they were already full of deep fear and fear.

At this time, they finally understood why Zhou Yuan in front of them could become the chief of the Cangxuan Sect despite appearing to be only at the seventh level of Taichu Realm.

In the valley, Jin Zhang and many other Cangxuan Sect disciples looked at this scene in shock. Although they knew that Zhou Yuan was not weak, they did not expect that he could directly destroy a chief of the Holy Palace. of defeat...

You must know that Ning Mo's Origin Qi cultivation has also reached over 10,000. Such attainments are enough to rank among the best among the seven chiefs of Cangxuan Sect.

"I didn't expect that after being baptized by Jiulong, his strength would reach this level." Jin Zhang's eyes were a little complicated. At this time, Zhou Yuan was obviously far more powerful than at the Source Pond Festival.

The other disciples had awe in their eyes.

The disciples of the Holy Palace looked ugly for a moment, apparently unable to believe that Ning Mo would suffer such a miserable defeat at the hands of the chief of Cangxuan Sect.

Especially the chief named Wang Yuan. He was stunned for a while before he woke up from the scene in front of him. Then his expression became extremely gloomy.

But for those eyes, Zhou Yuan looked at the collapsed mountain peak in the farthest place without any fluctuations. The fluctuations of Ning Mo's Origin Qi there had been extremely weak, but he should still be breathing.

So Zhou Yuan took a step, obviously intending to take advantage of his illness to kill him.

boom!

However, just as he took his first step, a fierce and sharp sound suddenly came through the air, and a black light roared down with an astonishing source of energy, hitting his head.

Before the black light fell, the ground beneath his feet was already cracking.

Zhou Yuan stopped in his steps, his eyes narrowed slightly, he held his hand, and the Tianyuan pen flashed out and swung upwards.

clang!

The sound of gold and iron resounded, and sparks flew everywhere.

The violent ripple storm raged, and the surrounding ancient trees were immediately cut down.

Zhou Yuan's body trembled, and when he raised his eyes, he saw that the object that collided with the Tianyuan pen was actually a black iron rod. The ancient origin pattern was engraved on the iron rod.

At the other end of the black iron rod was the chief of the Holy Palace named Wang Yuan.

The two people's eyes met, both filled with murderous intent.

"Boy, you are so brave, to do such a heavy trick!" Wang Yuan shouted with cold eyes.

Zhou Yuan's previous counterattack was too swift and violent, so even he had no time to rescue him. Ning Mo was severely injured by Zhou Yuan.

Zhou Yuan's lips curled up with sarcasm, and he said: "Your Holy Palace dares to kill my Cangxuan Sect disciples, do I still need to show mercy to your chief?"

Wang Yuan's tone was gloomy: "What a loud tone, who do you think you are?!"

He grasped the iron-colored iron rod tightly with both hands, and black Origin Qi flowed on both arms. With a loud shout, the iron rod was hit hard again. With such momentum, even a mountain would be destroyed. It collapsed with one stick.

However, Zhou Yuan was not afraid. The Tianyuan pen turned into black light and faced him. The black pen and the black stick violently bombarded him for hundreds of rounds in just a few breaths.

The surrounding environment was completely torn apart by the confrontation between the two.

clang!

During the last heavy blow, both Zhou Yuan and Wang Yuan were shot backwards.

When the disciples of the Holy Palace saw this scene, their hearts sank. When they saw Wang Yuan take action in anger, they were still hoping that Wang Yuan could defeat the chief of Cangxuan Sect and save some face for their Holy Palace, but What they didn't expect was that even if Wang Yuan took action, he didn't seem to gain much of an advantage.

You know, among the ten chiefs of their Holy Palace, Wang Yuan has been ranked fourth, and he is stronger than Ning Mo, who is ranked fifth!

The iron rod in Wang Yuan's hand was inserted heavily into the ground, leaving a deep mark. He stared at Zhou Yuan with gloomy eyes. He had already sensed the latter's strength in the previous moment of confrontation.

Zhou Yuan's Origin Qi cultivation is no weaker than his.

"The Origin Qi stars in my Qi Mansion have been condensed to 12,000. This kid in front of me is obviously only at the seventh heaven level. Why is he so rich?!" Wang Yuan's eyes were filled with surprise and uncertainty. According to him, As far as we know, even the Holy Son of their Holy Palace seems to have rarely been able to achieve this kind of Origin Qi foundation when they were in the Seventh Heaven.

When Wang Yuan made a move against Zhou Yuan, the golden seal also rushed out from the valley and stood in the void. The source pattern pen in his hand flashed, with many source patterns looming, and it locked onto Wang Yuan with eager eyes.

Being targeted by the two chiefs, Wang Yuan also frowned, which made him know that in today's situation, their Holy Palace had already fallen into a disadvantage.

So, he waved his hand decisively.

When the many Holy Palace disciples who surrounded the valley saw this, although they were a little unwilling to do so, they finally retreated quickly.

Several disciples fell into the collapsed mountain peak and dug out Ning Mo. At this time, the latter had already passed out, covered in blood, and his chest collapsed a lot.

The breathing between his noses became extremely weak.

Looking at it like this, whether he can survive or not is a question.

Wang Yuan also saw Ning Mo's state, and his expression immediately became more gloomy. He stared at Zhou Yuan coldly and said slowly: "Boy, you have caused a big trouble."

"Really?" Zhou Yuan smiled lightly.

"If Ning Mo dies in your hands, our Holy Palace will make you pay the price!" Wang Yuan said word by word.

"Relying on you?" Zhou Yuan raised the Tianyuan pen in his hand and pointed it at Wang Yuan.

Wang Yuan sneered and said: "You do have some strength, but boy, don't be complacent. This area is the territory of my Holy Palace. Unfortunately, except for the two of me, the Blood Temple of our Holy Palace The chief is also here."

"Chief of the Blood Temple? Fan Yao?"

Hearing this name, Zhou Yuan didn't make any move. On the contrary, Jin Zhang's expression suddenly changed in mid-air, and he quickly sent a message to Zhou Yuan: "That Fan Yao ranks third among the top ten chiefs of the Holy Palace. Much stronger than Ning Mo and Wang Yuan! Extremely difficult!"

Zhou Yuan's eyes fluctuated and he frowned slightly, not because of the so-called Fan Yao, but because of why three chiefs of the Holy Palace gathered in this area.

"Are these guys also coming for the six-color treasure land?" This thought passed through Zhou Yuan's mind.

Wang Yuan's expression turned pale when he saw Jin Zhang, and then he said in a cold voice: "I advise you, if you are sensible, to leave this area quickly, otherwise when Fan Yao takes action, you people will be prepared to never leave. .”

After the voice fell, he glanced at Zhou Yuan coldly again, waved his palm, and retreated quickly.

"Walk!"

"Young man named Zhou Yuan, run away like a lost dog. Until next time we meet, I will let you know the consequences of offending my Holy Palace!"

Amidst the screams, Wang Yuan quickly retreated with many Holy Palace disciples. Apparently he was wise and knew that in the current situation, they could no longer gain any advantage.

As for their retreat, Zhou Yuan did not take any other measures. The people in the Holy Palace were not weak. If a complete war started here, both sides would definitely pay a heavy price.

But in the distance, there are other forces secretly coveting it. If they show weakness, I'm afraid those people will also be ready to make a move.

However, no matter what Wang Yuan's harsh words were, anyone could see that their retreat seemed a bit dejected.

In the valley, the numerous Cangxuan Sect disciples all cheered.

Further away, the people from all parties were also exclaiming. In the previous situation, Cangxuan Sect was at a disadvantage. However, who could have imagined that when the chief of Saint Origin Peak appeared, the situation suddenly reversed.

Looking at the figure in the distant mountains and forests, although he was young, he had an awe-inspiring aura, and the strong men from all sides sighed.

"I didn't expect that Cangxuan Sect's declining Saint Origin Peak would now have such a figure..."