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Chapter 830

There was a bang, and in the center of the Immortal Pavilion, Huang Zhanhong, the great elder of the Zizi Sect, stepped with one foot and retreated outwards.

In that area, the floor tiles exploded and fragments flew away.

Huang Zhanhong did not choose to escape because he knew that as long as Chen Yu wanted to, he would not have the chance.

There were too many people gathered outside the inn, and no one could react. Huang Zhanhong turned around while walking backwards. He glanced at an eight or nine-year-old child.

People were stunned that the dignified elder of Zizai Sect actually kidnapped a child.

Huang Zhanhong's arms strangled the child's neck tightly. The poor child's face was suffocated until it turned purple and blue. He did not dare to move at all and could only breathe hard.

Chen Yu, standing at the window with his hands behind his back, shook his head helplessly. Could he be so scary? Let the mainstay of Zizai Men feel like a frightened bird.

"Chen... the devil surnamed Chen!" Chen Yu revealed his true face, everyone saw it, and there were incredible exclamations from the crowd.

"As expected...it is indeed him. I said that although the Xuanling world is large, there is only one demon named Chen who dares to ignore Zi Zi Sect in this way."

"Is this the devil named Chen who destroyed the Tiandao Sect and the Holy Spirit Sect and cut off Wan Sheng's head? So young!"

Not to mention Huang Zhanhong, who had a feud with Chen Yu, even these onlookers who had nothing to do with him were subconsciously walking backwards, with deep fear in their expressions.

"Do you think you can escape?" Chen Yu looked at Huang Zhanhong and said coldly.

"You must let me escape, and you must swear that you will stay here, in the ancient city of Manghuang, for at least the next ten hours, or I will kill this brat!" Huang Zhanhong said with a fierce voice, his eyes

He stared at Chen Yu without blinking, not daring to relax at all.

This master was a fierce man who single-handedly fought against the leader of the Tiandao Sect and the leader of the Holy Spirit Sect. He had just beheaded Wan Sheng two days ago, and Huang Zhanhong did not dare to be careless.

A few days ago, after the battle on the Canglan River, Chen Yu pursued Zhu Shiji for thousands of miles, and the two met in Fancheng.

It was precisely because Zhu Shiji kidnapped a secular girl and threatened Chen Yu that he was able to escape smoothly.

Huang Zhanhong had heard about this incident and once ridiculed the leader of the Tiandao Sect, saying that Zhu Shiji had lived like a dog for hundreds of years.

But when he actually met Chen Yu face to face, Huang Zhanhong subconsciously resorted to the same despicable means as Zhu Shiji.

At this time, dignity, glory, and face are no longer important, only living is important!

"I hate it when others threaten me!" Chen Yu walked towards Huang Zhanhong step by step.

"Don't come over!" Huang Zhanhong roared fiercely. He tightened his grip on the child's right arm, reached out with his left hand, and took out a long sword from the storage ring.

Slightly loosening his right arm, Huang Zhanhong put the tip of the long sword against the child's neck and pressed lightly.

The sharp white sword cut easily into the child's skin, and a trace of bright red viscosity flowed out.

Chen Yu's footsteps really stopped and stopped moving forward!

"Let me go, do you hear me!" Huang Zhanhong roared, not like the elder of Zizi Sect, but more like a madman.

But the onlookers could understand, after all, he was facing the devil named Chen!

"You and Zhu Shiji's methods are exactly the same, but there is one difference. Zhu Shiji can be a stepping stone for me to climb to the top, but you can't!" yyls

"So, Zhu Shiji can threaten me, but you are not qualified!" In front of Huang Zhanhong and in front of all the onlookers, Chen Yu softly uttered one word, "Ning!"

The moment the words fell, Huang Zhanhong's pupils shrank violently!

His body seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, or controlled by someone, unable to move.

"Get up!" Chen Yu uttered one word, and Huang Zhanhong held the child's right arm and moved it away uncontrollably.

The child collapsed to the ground on the spot, gasping for air. His legs were trembling and he could no longer walk, but he still struggled to crawl away.

"Cut!" Chen Yu spoke for the third time. Under the extremely shocked eyes of everyone, Huang Zhanhong slowly raised his left hand holding the long sword.

"No!" Huang Zhanhong's hair stood on end, shrouded in unprecedented fear, "Chen Shangxian, spare my life and let me serve you!"

"I told you, you don't have the qualifications!" Chen Yu's right index finger and middle finger formed a sword and slashed hard in front of him.

The long sword held by Huang Zhanhong was suddenly cut down!

With a swoosh, a big head shot up and flew several meters away.

Huang Zhanhong's headless corpse trembled violently twice, then fell to the ground with a bang.

Chen Yu glanced at all the onlookers. Everyone was as silent as a chill, and chills ran down their spines.

How terrible! Huang Zhanhong actually killed himself and cut off his own head!

Using the sword in front of Chen Yu was the worst decision Huang Zhanhong made in his life!

Turning his attention to the disciples of the Ziziwai Sect brought by Huang Zhanhong, Chen Yu regained his indifference and said: "Go and tell Xia Houyuan that in an hour, the casual cultivator Chen Yu will go to Baidu Mountain to visit!"

Several outer disciples were all pale-faced, with thick cold sweat oozing from their foreheads. They did not dare to linger, turned around and turned into a giant, rushing towards the Burning Mountains.

Chen Yu took out a piece of clothing from the storage ring and wrapped Huang Zhanhong's dead head. Like a leisurely traveler, he walked towards the outside of the ancient city of Manghuang.

Just as Chen Yu's figure left the ancient city, a violent noise broke out on the main central axis.



An hour later, Chen Yu stood on the dense crown of an ancient tree. He put the palm of his right hand in front of his forehead, blocking the blazing light, and looked ahead.

"Is this the Burning Mountains?" The rolling mountains are steaming with steam, and the world seems to be distorted.

Chen Yu could see the fiery red magma, and the temperature here was extremely hot and muggy, but as a person at the pinnacle of the Golden Core, he could isolate himself with just a thought.

The main peak of the Burning Mountain Range is Baidian Mountain, which is also where the core area of ​​​​Zi Zi Sect is located.

Zi Zi Sect, among the six major sects in the Xuan Ling Realm, should be considered the richest one except for the Xuan Mo Sect.

Zizaimen has been a master of forging magical weapons since ancient times, and has been passed down from generation to generation for tens of thousands of years.

Every year, a large number of finished magical artifacts flow into the Xuanling Realm from Baidu Mountain.

The base of monks in the Xuanling Realm is huge. Not to mention all of them, at least one-third of the monks must use magic weapons from the Self-Contained Sect.

To forge a magic weapon, in addition to the fine metal, flame is essential.

Before being reborn in the main realm, Chen Yu had read in classical books that some true gods would spend tens or millions of years collecting all kinds of earthly fire in order to forge magic weapons.

Earthly fire was born from heaven and earth, and its temperature was hotter than the core of the sun, enough to burn everything in the world.

As a small realm, Xuanling Realm has no chance of birthing earth fire, but the Burning Mountains should be able to meet Chen Yu's needs.


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