The silver gun revived and attracted the attention of Dao Dao.
"Zheng——"
Under this situation, Yin Qian knew that it was impossible to stay by Chen Qingyuan's side. Not only was it the power of the avenue, but it was also related to the situation in the world.
Given Chen Qingyuan's ability, keeping the silver spear on his body would be a disaster rather than a blessing.
"call out!"
Without any hesitation, the tip of the silver spear tore through the void, spanning countless star fields, and disappeared without a trace.
The power of the avenue disappeared at the same time, chasing the silver gun.
As for Chen Qingyuan, he glanced into the distance, lifted the cauldron and stepped onto the old land shrouded in red mist, but there was no trace.
Why did the silver gun revive, why could I control the ancient black cauldron, etc.
Chen Qingyuan didn't think about it, he would get the answer later.
He is very tired now and has no extra energy to think about where the silver gun has gone. Now he only has one thought, to arrange the Qingzong properly without making any mistakes.
In the endless red mist, where should Chen Qingyuan move the Qingzong?
"Boom, boom..."
In my ears, there were bursts of sounds, mixed with the shouts of death coming from the end of the years.
The red mist of the old soil contains the power of the laws of time.
Chen Qingyuan stopped temporarily and looked at the red mist around him, slightly confused.
In what direction was the ancient city he entered the last time he came?
Is it the guidance of fate or an unexpected touch?
After thinking for a long time, Chen Qingyuan knew that the energy of the Black Cauldron was almost exhausted, and he had to make a choice quickly.
So, Chen Qingyuan closed his eyes and started to move forward relying on the intuition deep in his heart.
Close your eyes tightly and try to move forward.
The light and shadow of swords flashed around him, and the sound of fighting echoed in his ears.
The traces of time cannot affect Chen Qingyuan's pace, nor can it shake his firm heart.
Whenever the ancient power of time collides with Chen Qingyuan, an unknown force will pass by, and everything will return to calm.
The thick red mist contained unimaginable power, and both the naked eye and the mind were ineffective.
After walking for who knows how long, Chen Qingyuan has reached his limit.
There were dozens of hideous wounds on his body, and his body was tilted, as if he was about to be crushed by the black cauldron.
Black Cauldron doesn't want to do this, but it can't control it. The little power left can only be used to protect Qingzong, and it must follow Chen Qingyuan's orders without making any mistakes.
"Da da da......"
Chen Qingyuan walked forward with great difficulty. No matter what dangerous place lay ahead, he could not stop his heart.
It is necessary for Qingzong to find a peaceful place in the old land, so that he will not worry about being invaded by foreign enemies and plan for it slowly.
"Boom!"
Cracks began to appear in the body of Hei Ding, which was damaged due to the force of protecting Qing Zong.
Once the clan is moved, Black Cauldron will be unable to absorb resources.
Only one-tenth of its spiritual intelligence is left, and it is already the limit to protect Qingzong.
If one were refining resources while relocating the sect, it would be very easy to refine the Qing Sect in the cauldron together.
"boom!"
Chen Qingyuan couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly his body tilted, half-kneeling on the ground, blood kept flowing from the wound, looking miserable.
"It should... be here!"
A touch deep in his soul made Chen Qingyuan slowly open his eyes.
Opening your eyes, the red mist around you is thinner.
Not far ahead, an ancient city stands. It has existed in the world for an unknown number of years. The mottled marks on the walls are all traces of time.
"out!"
With the last bit of strength, Chen Qingyuan shouted in a hoarse voice. When he opened his mouth, his mouth was filled with thick blood, and the blood on his teeth was stretched into lines, which was very clear.
His eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes like spider webs.
In fact, Black Cauldron couldn't hold it any longer and had already reached its limit.
Even at the cost of Ding Po Ling Powder, Hei Ding persisted.ωωw..net
"boom--"
Upon hearing Chen Qingyuan's order, the black cauldron's mouth burst out with extremely strong energy, and a star slowly floated into the sky.
Everyone in the Qing Sect inside the cauldron had no idea what was happening outside.
At this time, a faint ray of light shone in, and everyone in Qingzong tensed up and looked up.
Before falling asleep, Chen Qingyuan kept looking upward.
When he saw the blurry Qingzong people, a sad smile appeared on his lips.
"Plop"
Chen Qingyuan was tired, fell to the ground, closed his eyes tightly, and fell asleep.
When he was about to fall into coma, Chen Qingyuan vaguely heard the anxious calls of his senior brother. Those heart-rending "little junior brothers" seemed to be a lullaby for falling asleep.
...
The outside world, the vast sea of stars.
The world had not yet recovered from what had just happened. There was silence and the scene was extremely strange.
The devil blocks the road and guards the monument with a knife.
The silver spear entered the world and the world changed drastically.
A huge cauldron with one hand, walking in blood.
It was only at this moment that Chen Qingyuan's figure disappeared into the old land, and everyone's eyes gradually took on other colors, and everything just happened was still being replayed in their minds.
"There is news that the silver spear with mysterious origin has gone to Ziyun Mountain. There are seventeen thunderbolts in the sky, which have shattered the territory around Ziyun Mountain, leaving a lonely mountain standing alone."
Ziyun Mountain not only contains a trace of the law of heaven's will, but also contains ancient power.
Therefore, even if the thunder rolls from the sky, it will be difficult to shake the mountain.
I think back to that year, when Chang Geng Sword Immortal climbed the mountain twice to fight, but both ended in failure. Those scenes are as vivid as yesterday.
The silver gun was inserted somewhere in Ziyun Mountain. Its luster was dim, and there were several cracks on the gun body. It looked irreparable and serious.
The wisdom of Baoqiang fell into a deep sleep, and I don’t know when it will wake up next time.
It chose to fall into the Ziyun Mountain area so that it would not be captured by others. This place is not accessible to mortals, and even the Divine Bridge has to consider the consequences.
Moreover, it deliberately exposed its whereabouts and stayed in Ziyun Mountain because it did not want Chen Qingyuan to become the target of public criticism.
When you stand on a high place, come and find me again.
I lie here quietly, waiting for your return.
The traces of the silver spear will soon spread all over the world. By then, there will be strong people who can't help but covet it and want to set foot on Ziyun Mountain.
In the years to come, many powerful people would definitely die in Ziyun Mountain.
Of course, in this cruel world where interests are paramount, some people still refuse to retreat even though they know that they are in danger of almost death. This is because there are always some fools who think that they are the children of destiny, born to be extraordinary, and can receive God's blessing.
As everyone knows, the world is endlessly prosperous and it is not easy for ordinary people to live. How can they be qualified to touch things that do not belong to them. Without the strength, forcing those things will only make one fall into the abyss and never recover.
Everyone knows the truth, but it’s so difficult to really control the evil thoughts in your heart!
"After today, there will be no trace of Qingzong in this starry sky. The old land is the destination."
People all over the world looked at the old land with mixed emotions.
"Chen Qingyuan's figure will be deeply imprinted in the minds of countless people and will never go away."
He lifted the cauldron and moved the clan to another place. Even the strong men of all ethnic groups who were used to seeing wind and waves could not help but tremble in their souls and speak in exclamation.
"There are countless murderous intentions in the old land. Qingzong has moved to the old land, and the possibility of survival is too low."
Mahayana monks who have been to the old land will break into a cold sweat and be afraid every time they recall their experiences in the old land.
Today's melee ended with Chen Qingyuan stepping into the red mist of the old land.