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Chapter 789

One day and one night later, in the middle of Xuanling Realm!

A thunderbolt fell from the sky and landed on the ancient road, causing dust to fly.

The person who came was none other than Chen Yu. He waved his sleeves to disperse the dust and looked up at the city in the distance.

A few miles away, there is a small city called Fancheng. It is an important town in the secular world. There are many travelers from the south to the north. Chen Yu came here in pursuit of Zhu Shiji's energy and blood.

Chen Yu is not in a hurry to find Wan Sheng. There is an old saying in the secular world. A monk who can run away cannot run away from the temple. He can tell with his toes that Wan Sheng must have run back to the Holy Spirit Church. He has probably set up a large formation and is waiting for Chen Yu to surrender.

Snare.

As for Zhu Shiji, it's different. The Tiandao Sect has been destroyed by Chen Yu. The Xuanling world is so big and this guy really wants to hide until death. It's hard for Chen Yu to find him. It's no different from finding a needle in a haystack.

Only now, with the help of his Qi and blood aura, Chen Yu can locate Zhu Shiji's approximate location.

If you miss this time point, it will be difficult to kill Zhu Shiji in the future.

After stroking his light blue clothes, Chen Yu put his hands behind his back and walked toward Fancheng like a tourist.

Not long after, Chen Yu entered Fancheng. Although the city was small and far inferior to the White Jade City, there were many pedestrians passing by and it was bustling with people. There were many shops along the central axis of the main road.

Chen Yu, who had an ancient sword hanging on his waist, did not choose to change his appearance and went straight into an inn.

It happened to be noon, and there were many diners in the lobby on the first floor of the inn. Chen Yu ordered a bottle of wine and several plates of exquisite dishes, and listened attentively while enjoying the food and drinks.

There were actually many monks in the inn, all of whom were talking about the shocking battle between Chen Yu and Zhu Shiji, including the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect, the day before.

"You don't know how powerful that Chen Xianchang is. The ability to control more than nine thousand swords in one hand is so shocking. In the entire Xuanling world, it is estimated that only the sword master Jiang of the Wuliang Sword Sect can do it!" A middle-aged man said,

Judging from his attire, he should be a casual cultivator, bragging with two fellow Taoists at the same table.

"With the power of one person, he can wield more than nine thousand swords? Are you kidding me?" The monk at the same table had doubts in his eyes and expressed disbelief.

Among the six strongest people in the Xuanling world, only the sword master of the Wuliang Sword Sect is a sword cultivator, and only Jiang Jianying can easily wield more than nine thousand swords. The rest, not even the master of the Myriad Demon Sect, can do it.

If you are not a swordsman, if you are not a swordsman, you will not be able to control so many swords!

"Why did I lie to you? This is just a trivial matter. You haven't seen Zhu Shiji's divine will, which is as high as a thousand feet!"

"Thousands of feet, you can't imagine how huge it is. It can hug the sun and the moon." The middle-aged man must be one of the people watching the battle, and the expression on his face still has a frightening aftertaste.

"There is also the heaven-reaching method of the leader Wansheng of the Holy Spirit Sect. Forty-nine mystical runes as big as millstones actually condensed into a big sun, shining brightly, like the sun falling into the world. At that time, my heartbeat was so fast that it almost stopped from my throat.

Slide out." The middle-aged man spat, and even danced when he talked about getting excited.

"But so what, the dignified leader of the Tiandao Sect and the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect is no match for the casual cultivator named Chen. He is as embarrassed as Zhu Shiji. He escaped early and didn't even dare to look back!"

"It's just a pity that the casual cultivator surnamed Chen braved the sun and rushed into Qingming for the sake of hundreds of thousands of people, and his body was completely destroyed in the explosion!"

"If this were not the case, he could definitely put an end to the chaotic situation of heroes competing for hegemony that has lasted for millions of years in the Xuanling Realm!" The middle-aged monk sighed heavily.

He saw with his own eyes that Chen Yu was carrying the sun and rushing to the underworld without hesitation, and he felt respected in his heart.

"According to what you say, the casual cultivator surnamed Chen is not a devil, but a person with a pure character?" Several casual cultivators sitting at another table raised questions.

The middle-aged man defended Chen Yu and said: "Although the casual cultivator surnamed Chen has wiped out dozens of sects and killed many people, all of them have done something to him in the ancient ruins of World Mountain."

"And most of the people who died were sect elders and leaders. When it comes to killing innocent people indiscriminately, who among you has never done it?"

"Anyway, I don't think the casual cultivator surnamed Chen is a devil. Just because he did something that others can never do."

"Hmph!" Some monks snorted disdainfully and did not take Chen Yu seriously at all. "It doesn't matter what you are talking about here. Isn't the casual cultivator surnamed Chen dead? It's so damn pitiful. Not even a whole body is left.

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The middle-aged man wanted to retort, but unfortunately nothing came out when he opened his mouth, so he had to shut up in the end.



Chen Yu, who was sitting by the window, put down his chopsticks, drank a glass of wine, then closed his eyes, savoring the aftertaste.

The middle-aged man had his back to Chen Yu. If he turned around, he would probably be shocked and scream.

Not long after, Chen Yu opened his eyes, his dark pupils looking somewhere.

In the corner of the lobby, there sat a young man with a beautiful face. He was too young and even had a childish look on his face. He was devouring the exquisite dishes on the table.

Chen Yu stood up and walked towards the young man, his right hand consciously touching the hilt of the Donglei sword at his waist.

One step, two steps, three steps!yyls

The moment Chen Yu took seven steps, the boy who was finishing the meal suddenly rioted and actually hugged a girl who was dining not far away into his arms.

The young man stared at Chen Yu, and the fingers of his right hand were like an iron hook squeezing the girl's throat.

The sudden change made many diners in the inn look confused.

The girl finally realized that she was not a monk, but just a mortal. Her clothes were starched and turned white, her delicate face was bloodless, and she was obviously frightened.

"Chen...Chen Xianchang!" The middle-aged man finally noticed Chen Yu. He rubbed his eyes vigorously, a little unbelievable.

Because it was rumored all over the world that Chen Yu died in Canglan River, why did he suddenly appear in Xiaofancheng?

The middle-aged man thought he was dreaming, so he pinched his thigh hard and grimaced in pain.

It’s not a dream! The casual cultivator surnamed Chen is still alive!

Glancing at the middle-aged man coldly, Chen Yu said expressionlessly: "If you don't want to die, leave here quickly. I will only warn you once!"

Just now, the middle-aged man had some kind words for Chen Yu. All the monks in the inn heard it. They looked at Chen Yu's expression and became extremely frightened. Those who had ridiculed Chen Yu before were now as panicked as a bereaved dog, hunched over.

, ducking down and escaping from the inn.

Within a dozen breaths, everyone in the inn was gone, including the shopkeeper and the waiter.

However, these people did not run far. They stood on Qingshi Street and looked at Chen Yu through the door and window.

Chen Yu removed his right hand from the hilt of the Donglei sword, crossed his arms, looked at the immature boy coldly, and said: "Master Zhu, you are quite old, why do you have to become a handsome boy? I think it is in vain.

An old man is more suitable for you!"

The young boy's eyes were full of wariness and uneasiness, and his voice was hoarse: "I don't know what you are talking about, and I don't know you!"

"Huh!" In response, Chen Yu just snorted coldly, his expression full of disdain.


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