As the voice fell, many figures between heaven and earth looked towards the sky.
The wind is blowing, the lightning is flashing, and the thunderstorm is coming.
A palace flew from the sky.
In front of the palace, on the stairs, a figure, dressed in white, spotless, stood there with his hands behind his back.
It seemed that no wind or rain in this world could stop that figure.
At this moment, everyone's eyes gathered.
Qin Chen, come! In front of the Yuan Palace, he is dressed in white. The heavy rain cannot fall on the surface of his body at this moment.
Madam Xian Yin, Ye Ziqing, Gu Xinyue, Shi Gandang, Li Xianyu, and Jiang Bai stood on the left side.
Mr. Li frowned when he saw the young man in white.
At this moment, Liantian Clan Leader's eyes also fell on the figure of the young man in white, but he looked puzzled.
"Who do you think you are?
This king..." "Who do you think you are?"
Yang Qingyun was the first to speak at this moment, shouting: "Old man, your death has come!"
Yang Qingyun's figure flashed and came to Qin Chen.
"Master!"
"Qingyun..." Qin Chen looked at Yang Qingyun and opened his mouth.
After recovering his memory, this was the first time that Qin Chen felt so embarrassed.
Some words are really unspeakable.
"Husband..." Mrs. Xian Yin's eyes were red and she looked at Yang Qingyun.
"What's wrong?"
Yang Qingyun has a slightly honest expression, and underneath his handsome appearance, there is a bit of a naive smile.
In front of Qin Chen, he was just a disciple.
In terms of age, Qin Chen is older than him.
Moreover, Qin Chen said that he had told him about the wider world and heaven and earth. Qin Chen had only lived a long time, millions of years.
Anyway, he always looks like this in front of Qin Chen.
Not the majestic King Yun.
Not the overlord of Qingchen Pavilion.
He is not a husband or a father, he is just a disciple.
"Are you worried about my injury?"
Yang Qingyun smiled naively and said: "This injury is nothing. Mr. Li is very good, but I am not bad either."
"Master, don't worry, you are here just in time. I will deal with Mr. Li, and you, Chief Liantian, will deal with you."
"We, master and disciple, fight side by side and kill as hard as we can."
Yang Qingyun was in high spirits at this moment.
At the same time, Chu Menglin, Chu Qingfeng, and the four deputy pavilion masters, Wang Tong, and Wang Lang, also approached at this moment.
At the same time, Tian Qingfeng, Ye Tiannan, ancestor Bai Yuan, Tai Chu Feng, Sheng Tian Jue, Xuanyuan Daxiong, and the Lord of Stars also came over.
The leader of the Liantian clan, together with the seven sacrificial kings, gathered together at this moment.
The three parties stopped fighting because of the arrival of Qin Chen and others.
Yang Qingyun alone looked in all directions and laughed loudly: "You bastards, your death has come!"
The sound of this drink spread thousands of miles.
The violent storm even paused slightly because of this.
"Yang Qingyun!"
Ancestor Bai Yuan of Bai Hongxuan snorted at this moment, his face gloomy.
"Qin Chen, right?
I’ve heard about the name for a long time!”
"Mrs. Xianyin, coming from the direction of Tianwaixian, you should have seen her on the way, right?
Ancestor Xuanhun and others failed to stop you from waiting, so you should know it!"
"Yang Zixuan, Yang Ziye and Yang Fenghua, the bodies of these three people must be too cold, right?"
Ancestor Bai Yuan laughed heartily at this moment.
"Yang Qingyun, so what if you live your whole life?
Do you think that if you were aware of our blockade in advance, I would not know about it?"
"Even if you were aware of our blockade in advance and sent someone to communicate in advance, it was still part of our calculations."
As soon as these words came out, Yang Qingyun's face turned cold.
"Bai Yuan, what did you say?"
Yang Qingyun's body tensed up.
Ancestor Bai Yuan laughed and said: "It seems that your wife can't bear to tell you!"
Yang Qingyun's eyes were blank, and he looked at Qin Chen and Xian Yin.
"Master, Yinyin, Zixuan...they...you must have met them, right?"
Yang Qingyun's eyes had a hint of longing.
"Husband..." At this moment, Mrs. Xian Yin no longer had a bad temper and looked at Yang Qingyun.
"Dad..." A cry sounded from the palace at this moment.
Yang Ziye was sitting in a corner of the palace, looking at Yang Qingyun.
Hearing this cry, Yang Qingyun's body trembled.
He was very weak, he could tell! He pushed Qin Chen aside and looked into the main hall.
On the cold stone floor, there were two corpses with no trace of breath left.
Only Yang Ziye looked at Yang Qingyun with tears in his eyes.
"Ziye..." Yang Qingyun walked towards the main hall at this moment, his body shaking.
Yang Ziye's eyes showed a trace of anger, self-blame, bitterness, and pain... "Dad, I'm sorry!"
Yang Ziye had tears in his eyes and couldn't help but said: "We were ambushed by the three deputy pavilion masters of the Tiandi Pavilion and the ancestor Xuanhun. They have been waiting for a long time."
"They know that you can detect the fluctuations of the Wang Formation in advance and wait for us to go... to die..." "Master and mother arrived, eldest brother and Fenghua... are dead... I..." "Master did his best,
The secret method is urged, but the eldest brother and Fenghua..." At this moment, Yang Ziye could no longer say anything.
"Brother!"
"Brother!"
Yang Fengtian, Yang Fengyun, and Yang Ziye's daughter Yang Yuxuan flew to the Yuan Palace at this moment.
Two corpses! Yang Zixuan! Yang Fenghua! At this moment, Yang Qingyun was stunned.
With trembling hands, he lifted up the white cloth on the corpse, and his head seemed to buzz, completely blank.
Step by step, he climbed out of the hall and came to Qin Chen's side.
Yang Qingyun made a puff sound and fell to his knees.
"Master..." Qin Chen looked down.
He had seen that look in those eyes 80,000 years ago.
Pain! Extreme pain.
One son and one grandson died.
No one can bear it.
Yang Qingyun is his disciple, just like him, he is very affectionate.
The death of one son and one grandson was a huge blow.
"Yun'er..." Qin Chen gently brushed Yang Qingyun's head, exhaled, and said slowly: "If you want to cry... just cry..." "Woo..." "It's my fault..." "It's me
Harm them..." At this moment, Yang Qingyun couldn't bear it anymore.
Lying at Qin Chen's feet, crying bitterly.
He knew clearly that Tiandi Pavilion was besieging and killing him, but he didn't cry or be afraid.
Even if the Purgatory tribe appears, he will not cry or be afraid.
He has no fear! But now, he really can't help it.
At this moment, Qin Chen looked at Yang Qingyun curled up at his feet, his body trembling, and his uncontrollable sadness affected several people.
Some things have happened and he cannot change them.
But some things haven't happened yet and he can change them.
For a moment, Mrs. Xian Yin couldn't stop crying, and Shi Gandang's eyes were also red at this moment.
"Yang Ziye is not dead?"
Ancestor Bai Yuan stood still in mid-air and laughed loudly: "Yang Qingyun, how does it feel when a white-haired person gives a black-haired person a gift?
I, Ancestor Bai Yuan, congratulate you, haha..." "Isn't it funny?"
A voice sounded at this moment.
Qin Chen looked at the ancestor Bai Yuan and said in an indifferent tone: "Let me ask you, is it funny?"
"Who do you think you are?
My king's Baihongxuan has been suppressed by Qingchen Pavilion for tens of thousands of years. Today, I see the powerful King Yun in such misery. I am happy. Can you care?"
"I..." Qin Chen looked at Ancestor Bai Yuan and said indifferently: "I can control it!"
After drinking it, Qin Chen grabbed it with his palm.
However, in an instant, the speed of a palm was faster than Qin Chen.