At this moment, on the Xuanmo Mountain, the monks of the Chen Clan's Immortal Clan are waiting in full formation.
The ancestor of the Chen family, whose life was running out, was red in the face, and the anger in his eyes almost burst out. He stood up and was about to take action, but was quickly stopped by several foundation-building monks from the Chen family's immortal clan.
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"Ancestor, you absolutely must not do this."
"That Zhang Shengyang is irritating you and wants to lure you into a fight. Don't fall for his trick."
After hearing the dissuasion of several people, the ancestor of the Chen family still swallowed his bad breath.
If it had been ten years earlier, he would naturally not be afraid of Zhang Shengyang, the new member of the Purple Mansion. However, his life span is now exhausted, and his vitality and blood have declined to the extreme. If he uses his magic power rashly, he may not be able to survive today.
Thinking of this, Old Ancestor Chen showed a sad look: "When I came in, I felt that my magic power was stagnant. I can't use it anymore. I'm afraid I won't be able to control it for much longer."
When everyone heard this, their hearts sank.
The movement of mana has begun to stagnate, which means that Old Ancestor Chen's mana is about to be exhausted, and he may not be able to last another year.
The tall man on the side tried to calm down and said comfortingly: "Ancestor, don't worry, if the news is true, by the time Xu Huan and Xu Ling come back, Zhang Shengyang will just seek his own death."
"The Chen family of Chu State..."
Everyone's eyes lit up when they heard this, but soon someone said with a wry smile: "But three hundred years have passed, not to mention whether it is the Chen family left by the second ancestor."
"Even if they are the blood of the second ancestor, we have been separated from them for three hundred years, and the older generation of monks have died. Now it is open to question whether they still recognize us."
Everyone's hearts sank when they heard him pouring cold water on them.
Only Old Ancestor Chen shook his head and said calmly: "It would be best if the Xuhuan brothers and sisters can find reinforcements. If they can't find them, it doesn't matter. Let them live as firepower. Maybe there will be a chance to rebuild the family in the future."
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It turns out that the reason why he sent the youngest Xu Huan and Xu Ling out was to give them a way out.
Several other foundation-building monks looked a little downcast, which was actually what they had expected.
If the Zifu Immortal Clan cannot pass on, it will definitely be cannibalized by other Immortal Clan.
The common man is not guilty, but the treasure is his fault. The Chen family has been running Lingshan for eight hundred years, and the resources accumulated for two hundred years by being promoted to the Zifu Immortal Clan have now turned into a catastrophe.
"boom--"
At this moment, Zhang Shengyang in the sky finally couldn't bear it anymore.
Seeing that Chen was unable to resist the provocation, he used a magical power to shoot down from the sky, making Xuanmo Mountain's defensive formation tremble with light.
After such a blow, he sneered: "In three months' time, Patriarch Mo will be celebrating his 600th birthday, and I don't have time to spend it with you."
"not good."
Seeing the Zhang Clan's Immortal Clan begin to attack the formation, everyone in the Chen family's expressions changed with horror.
The eldest elder of the Chen family suddenly looked aside and couldn't help but said: "No, if this continues, I'm afraid we won't be able to stop it for three days."
Without the ancestor of Zifu presiding over the formation, the foundation-building monks present here would not be able to exert the power of the formation at all.
If Old Ancestor Chen were to preside over it, there would be a risk of running out of gas.
Old Ancestor Chen's expression changed, but he gritted his teeth and said, "That's all, I will use the Xuanmo Mountain Formation to fight them to the death today while I still have breath."
"Qiang——"
Just at this moment, a sword roar sounded in the sky.
Everyone looked up and saw two bright sword lights flying into the sky, slashing straight at Zhang Shengyang.
The expression on Zhang Shengyang's face changed greatly in shock. He activated his magic weapon one after another to resist, and was able to escape from this third-level magic weapon only after being chopped through it.
After escaping with his life, Zhang Shengyang looked into the distance with some fear, only to see a young man in black with sharp features stepping towards him.
"This person's strength."
"Who are you and why are you right?
Are you going to take action?"
Zhang Shengyang was shocked and quickly raised his hands and said politely.
He couldn't help but regret it. Although Chen Xianye was at the sixth level of the Zifu, he had built the foundation and broken through the Zifu on his own. In addition, he had taken the Good Fortune Qingyuan Pill, and his mana was comparable to that of the eighth level of the Zifu.
With such a powerful strength, coupled with a pair of Tianli swords in hand, even the Zifu in the later stage may not be his opponent, let alone Zhang Shengyang who has just broken through the Zifu.
Facing Zhang Shengyang's inquiry, Chen Xianye did not answer.
He glanced at Xuanmo Mountain, then glanced at Zhang Shengyang, then looked at the vast sea of clouds in the distance and asked calmly.
"Can this person be beheaded?"
"Since he wants to be cruel, let's kill him."
Upon hearing the reply, Chen Xianye's eyes flashed, and he used the two Tianli swords to slash at Zhang Shengyang on the spot. ??
This person is only in the first level of the Zifu, and his strength is very ordinary. Even if there are three or five people combined, they may not be able to match Chen Xianye.
Facing Chen Xianye's constant attacks, he was completely at a disadvantage after less than ten moves. If this continued, he might not be able to survive twenty moves before he would be killed.
Seeing that the situation was not good, Zhang Shengyang showed a look of despair and could only shout: "Brother Qian Dao, save me."
Suddenly, there was a sound in the sky.
"Fellow Taoist, please keep someone under your command."
In the sky, an old man with white beard and hair stepped out. He turned out to be an old monk from Zifu Dzogchen.
Chen Xianye was not afraid at all, and Tianli's swords slashed at Zhang Shengyang without stopping.
Seeing that he didn't give him any face, the old man's eyes turned cold, and he raised his hand and struck out a golden bracelet. It turned out to be a third-level high-grade magic weapon.
But at this moment, a divine light fell from the sky and actually froze the golden light bracelet.
Then a figure in black robe stepped forward, raised his hand and rolled up his sleeves, causing the old man with white hair to roll back three steps.
After receiving this blow, the white-haired old man
With a somewhat dignified expression, he looked at the black-robed figure and said.
"What a profound magical power. Are you not from Qi?"
"Um."
Chen Nianchuan was dressed in a black robe, with a handsome face and a vaguely extraordinary temperament.
The white-haired old man just took one look and felt a huge pressure in his heart: "You are only at the seventh level of Zifu, but your magic power is half as strong as this old man."
"With this person's magnanimity and magical power, he must have made it this far without using any external objects. With this background, among the Zifu monks in Qi, he is probably one of the best."
Thinking of this, the white-haired old man showed a somewhat solemn look: "I am Qian Kongye, my tutor is Patriarch Mo. You are not from the Qi State, so please don't interfere in the affairs of our Qi State."
"Yeah."
Chen Nianchuan was very calm and responded without comment.
But at this moment, a scream came out, and Zhang Shengyang's arm was cut off by Chen Xianye's sword.
Qian Kongye's expression changed, and he quickly wanted to help, but was blocked again by Chen Nianchuan.
"you……"
Qian Kongye's expression changed drastically, but he found that he was at a slight disadvantage.
After just a few breaths of delay, Chen Xianye chopped off Zhang Shengyang's head with a sword.
"You dare!"
Qian Kongye was so angry that his hair and beard were bulging. Finally, he took a deep look at Chen Nianchuan and felt a little reluctant to retreat.
Before leaving, he moved his master out: "You actually want to interfere in the affairs of my country, Qi. If my master pursues the matter, you may not be able to bear the consequences."
He said that and turned to leave.
At this moment, a warm and condensed aura swept over him, like a vast abyss. Qian Kongye felt that his magic power was stagnant, and a sense of oppression as he looked up at the majestic mountains filled his heart.
Just when he was extremely frightened and about to run for his life, a calm and gentle voice came over.