Tian Yuan

The sea of ​​chaos, Fucheng.

King Tianyong witnessed the Peak War, and returned with extremely complicated emotions. He sat in the empty hall, his eyes were blank, he could not control his thoughts, his face was filled with horror, and his heart was beating with fear.

"Old Xu, please tell us what happened."

Lin Yuan, the master of weapon refining, strode into the palace and sat next to King Tianyong, breathing rapidly and looking longingly.

"Where should I start?"

King Tianyong smiled bitterly, not knowing how to speak.

"Hurry up, don't leave any ink marks." Lin Yuan heard some gossip, but he didn't dare to believe it all. Only by getting an accurate answer from King Tianyong can he feel at ease.

"The emperor's corpse enters the world, and the top warriors of the immortal ancient tribe emerge from the old soil..."

After calming down a little, King Tianyong began to tell.

Half an hour later, Lin Yuan understood.

"Ancestor..." Lin Yuan's whole body was shaking, his face was full of excitement, his tongue was trembling, and he kept repeating one sentence: "He is the ancestor, he is the ancestor..."

No wonder he can control the silver spear and the black cauldron.

Chen Qingyuan is not the bloodline of an ancient being, but the true form of that unrivaled figure.

Involuntarily, Lin Yuan thought of the scene of his relationship with Chen Qingyuan. He was frightened and thought in his heart that this was an act of bullying his master and destroying his ancestors.

The ancestors of my family were all followers of Chen Qingyuan.And I dare to let Chen Qingyuan be my brother, which is outrageous.

What's even more outrageous is that Chen Qingyuan actually agreed.

Judging from the last time the two met, Chen Qingyuan's expression was solemn, with endless vicissitudes of life in his eyes, and his memory was 100% restored.

Even so, Chen Qingyuan still called Lin Yuan his brother. Thinking of this friendship, he didn't care about seniority.

"Sin, sin."

Lin Yuan wiped the dense cold sweat from his forehead, feeling shocked and scared.

Hei Ding was not summoned and remained in Fucheng.

Next, King Tianyong and Lin Yuan remained silent. They looked at each other, their throats rolling. They were both shocked by this turbulent event. The emotions in their hearts could not be described in words.

When Xu Rongyue, the little princess of Fucheng, heard the news about Chen Qingyuan, her heart trembled and she looked into the distance, unable to say a word.

From the beginning, the two were not in the same world, far apart.

"At least it proves that I have a very good vision."

Xu Rongyue looked past the emotions in her heart. Although she had regrets, she would not sink.She murmured to herself, hoping that one day she would meet Chen Qingyuan again in her life, to have a chat and a cup of tea as a friend.

This is the best result.

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Dongtu, Buddhism.

The crisis in the Demonic Abyss has been resolved, and these old monks can finally sit down and rest for a while.

Discussing the ancient war and the troubled times of the Emperor's Corpse.

All topics revolve around one person.

"Amitabha."

A group of monks kept chanting to suppress the shock in their hearts.

"Hundreds of years ago, when the poor monk first met Almsgiver Chen, he knew that he was extraordinary. It was true."

An eminent monk praised him.

"When the abbot gave the Buddhist bead relics to Donor Chen, I don't know who had objections and bluntly said that Donor Chen was a little baby and didn't deserve this."

Someone broke the stage.

"Nonsense, there is absolutely no such thing."

The eminent monk was very thick-skinned and refused to admit it.

"What a coincidence. The poor monk recorded the proceedings of that day with a photo stone."

The high-ranking monk who was causing trouble snorted and took out a dark black stone.

"Always believe that when you follow the path, a poor monk will come to eliminate your illusions."

The eminent monk couldn't hold himself back and clapped it with one hand.

"If you can, just take away the image stone. Anyway, the poor monk made thousands of copies. If you want, show some sincerity."

He often smiles like a monk.

The two eminent monks started making a fuss, and their moves were measured.They have been fighting like this since they were little, and they can be regarded as happy enemies.

Without the threat of the Demonic Abyss, it was time for the monks to relax their tense heartstrings.

"To be honest with you, the Mahayana scriptures that I published before were given by Donor Chen."

With one word, the old monk announced the secret, hoping to let Buddhism remember this kindness.

"No wonder, the poor monk said why the abbot suddenly got good luck."

"Donor Chen is lucky to have a predestined relationship with the Buddha."

"From now on, all you need to do is say a word from Almsgiver Chen, and everyone in the Buddhist sect will be at your mercy."

The monks expressed their awe for Chen Qingyuan, and added a deep sense of gratitude to it.

All the heavens and all walks of life are discussing the same thing.

Chen Qingyuan's reputation has reached an unprecedented peak.

If he showed up at this time and raised his arms, countless people would be willing to follow him.

"what should we do?"

In Dizhou, the top forces who had a deadly feud with Qingzong were in a state of panic and didn't know what to do.

If I had known that Chen Qingyuan had such a big background, how could he covet those resources and give them all away to end the old grudges in the past?Unfortunately, by now, it's too late to regret it.

"How about sending someone to the Qing Sect in the Northern Wasteland to see if the old grudges can be resolved. As long as it can be done, it will be worth paying no matter how much it costs to preserve the inheritance left by our ancestors."

Some top forces deliberated for a long time and made a decision, praying that there was still room for change.

"If we encounter this kind of treatment, we will definitely fight to the death. We will definitely not be able to survive by regretting it now in order to resolve old grudges."

"Chen Qingyuan first fought against the ancient emperor's corpse, and then fought against the law of heaven. His current whereabouts are unknown, could he have... fallen? We don't need to be so afraid."

"That's right! Even if he's not dead, he must have been seriously injured. This time he suddenly stood at the top. He must have used some taboo method. It won't last long."

"Don't worry, let's wait and see when Chen Qingyuan comes forward."

It's not that these forces are unwilling to resolve their grievances, but that they have reached this point and have a deadly feud, with no way back.There is no choice but to bite the bullet and go all the way.

Those top forces who had resolved their grudges with Qingzong were extremely lucky.

For example, Xuanbing Sect, Linghe Sect, Beast Control Sect, etc.

Fortunately, I lowered my head in the first place, otherwise the future would be filled with hope and despair.

"Is it a blessing or misfortune to be in this era with him?"

The monsters in the world have solemn brows and complicated emotions.

The genius of the ancient clan who once wanted to compete with Chen Qingyuan was completely discouraged and had a wry smile on his face.They are very self-aware and are not in the same dimension as Chen Qingyuan at all.

The devil's abyss is gone, and the threat is gone.

As time passed slowly, many practitioners discovered a phenomenon.

"The spiritual energy in some areas has become extremely strong, and is even rising. Is it our misunderstanding?"

The spiritual energy is revived and is far better than before.

At this speed, the intensity of spiritual energy will definitely surpass that of ancient times, even ancient times, and even older eras.