"Do you think you still have that chance?" Chen Jinyuan sneered, displayed his peerless Qinggong, and ducked in front of Patriarch Canglan.
Ancestor Canglan was activating the golden bowl. He was completely unprepared. He didn't even turn around. Chen Jinyuan's neck was already in the palm of his hand. He was lifted up by Chen Jinyuan with one hand. The golden bowl was instantly shining.
It dimmed and fell to the ground with a thud.
"Boy, you're looking for death!" He was choked by someone. This was a great shame for an innately strong man. Then he grabbed Chen Jinyuan's hand that was choking him with his left hand, stretched out his right arm, and punched Chen Jinyuan's chest.
Lower abdomen.
This punch weighed more than 100,000 kilograms, but it was too weak for him. Chen Jinyuan curved the corner of his mouth and stretched out his right hand to grab the fist of Patriarch Canglan.
Ancestor Canglan was shocked and stunned. He punched with hatred but couldn't make an inch forward. What kind of power is this?
"Ah!~"
With a shrill scream and blood splattering everywhere, Patriarch Canglan's right arm was torn off alive by Chen Jinyuan.
Everyone was shocked. Ancestor Canglan, who was in the middle stage of Xiantian, was like a chicken in the hands of this man. How powerful is this man? The group of minions in Canglan Mountain, at this moment
No longer surprised, but extremely frightened.
"Shut up, you've shocked my ears!" Chen Jinyuan shouted, and Patriarch Canglan's loud howl made Chen Jinyuan feel like his eardrums were about to be shattered. In just a few minutes, the situation was reversed magnificently.
At this moment, Patriarch Canglan no longer had the arrogance he had at the beginning, but was now a completely miserable little old man.
"Uncle Mu, lock up this bald man first. After I interrogate him, I will kill him!" Chen Jinyuan turned to Mu Qingyun, who was standing at the village gate in a daze, and said, before Chen Jinyuan killed Canglan immediately.
Ancestor's thoughts: This guy has lived for more than two hundred years, and he is also a great innate master. He must know Penglai very well. Let's first learn some information from this old guy.
However, Mu Qing came to his senses first and pushed Mu Qingyun, whose eyes were dull. Mu Qingyun finally came to his senses, with a look of ecstasy on his face. He hurriedly called the two of them, stepped forward cautiously, and pulled the bloody Ancestor Canglan away.
Carried into the village.
Ancestor Canglan is a cancer that harms Zangqing Mountain. The devil in the eyes of hundreds of surrounding villages has now been captured. The moment Ancestor Canglan was carried into the village, the small Mu Village immediately burst into excitement.
, cheers and applause were heard endlessly, and many people even shed tears of excitement.
"As for you..." Ancestor Canglan was carried away. Chen Jinyuan turned around and looked at the group of minions who were so frightened that they almost wet their pants, with a cold smile on his face.
"Senior, have mercy on me, Lord Mountain God, have mercy on me!"
"Master Mountain God, all this was done by Mr. Canglan, we were all forced!"
"Master Mountain God, what Mr. Canglan did has nothing to do with us, we are also victims!"
"Lord Mountain God, have mercy on me, Lord Mountain God, have mercy on me~~!"
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As soon as Chen Jinyuan turned around, the group of minions, numbering dozens of them, immediately knelt on the ground with a loud bang, like dead parents, crying and kowtowing to beg for mercy.
"You guys are working for the tiger, you have done all the bad things, and it is not a pity to die. Now, in the name of the Tiangqing Mountain God, I order you to die!" Chen Jinyuan said in a calm and gentle manner, and the golden words came out casually.
No. 10, before he had time to beg for mercy, he found that his neck seemed to be strangled by something.
Suffocated, frightened, eyes bulging, everyone's face showed a look of panic, they felt like something was rapidly draining from their bodies, their bodies quickly became weak, their eyes quickly became blurred, and their eyesight turned black, and then
I can't see anything, I can't hear the sound anymore, I can't die anymore.
So many people were killed in just one sentence. People gathered around the entrance of the village to watch the fun. Seeing this strange and terrifying scene, they all wondered, could this mysterious Mr. Chen really be the Tibetan Mountain God? Only mountain gods,
Only with that ability can he control the powerful Canglan Ancestor in the palm of his hand with just a wave of his hand.
"Fa Hai Golden Bowl!"
Chen Jinyuan leaned down and picked up the golden bowl left by ancestor Canglan. He looked at it carefully. Apart from being made of gold, it was shiny and had a gorgeous surface. It seemed to be no different from the bowls used by ordinary people to serve rice.
different.
But this golden bowl just became so huge in the hands of Patriarch Canglan, and it also gave me a feeling of extreme danger. It must not be a mortal object, but I don’t know where Patriarch Canglan got this kind of treasure.
How to use the golden bowl.
"It's a good treasure!" Chen Jinyuan was overjoyed and put away the golden bowl. Later, when he interrogated Mr. Canglan, everything would become clear.
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Night, the firewood shed at the east end of the village.
"Ancestor Canglan, Mr. Chen has something to ask you!" Mu Qingyun led Chen Jinyuan into the woodshed, where Patriarch Canglan was locked up.
firewood room center
There is a pillar in the yang, surrounded by piles of firewood. On top of the pillar, a bald man is tied up with a wrist-thick iron chain. It is the ancestor Canglan who was extremely arrogant during the day. At this moment, the ancestor Canglan looks depressed, and his face
His old age, the pain of a broken arm and excessive blood loss made his face extremely pale, and his skin was wrinkled like a thousand-layer belly.
Ancestor Canglan is already over two hundred years old. He practices the magic of joy and relies on collecting yin to replenish yang, so that his body is still as energetic as a young man. He is still strong at more than two hundred years old, but at this moment, he is no longer like an ordinary little old man.
What the difference is, a living old man who is dying.
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