One month later, almost all the ancestral pulse of the ancestral qi near the town, almost all of them were cleaned by the major forces.
"I did a good job, and I chopped the colorful gourds." Cang Xuan's ancestor praised.
Mu Chen's palm has an illusory colorful gourd. Although it is not condensed into substance, it exudes an indescribable flavor. There are three colorful sword light in the gourd. With a breath of death.
This is exactly the sacred source of Cangxuanqi. With the current source of Qichen, Mu Chen can condense three colorful sword light, holy source and small sacred art, which is completely the huge gap between Haoyue and firefly. Essence
Over the past month, with the help of his ancestors, he launched this sacred source.
"Waiting for you to cultivate Nine Swords, it is considered to be a colorful sword light. At that time, this holy source can show the next form." Cang Xuan's ancestor said nostalgic.
Mu Chen nodded, but he wanted to cultivate Jiudao Jianguang, at least in the Yuanying Realm, he was not enough.
Even if there are only three sword light, the master of Tianyang realm of 5 billion sources can be treated solemnly.
"Mu Chen veteran, someone asked us to give you this."
Qin Lian walked in and handed a roll of sheepskin paper. After Mu Chen finished reading, she immediately frowned.
This Wang Xuanyang actually wanted to use it slightly. It was really tired and crooked. He did not solve the other party, but he was simply lazy.
Since Wang Xuanyang was looking for death, Mu Chen could send him a long time, so he used Wang Xuanyang to try how the colorful sword light had just been cultivated.
"Qin Lian, I want to go out for a while."
As soon as Mu Chen's voice fell, she disappeared in front of Qin Lian's eyes. This made her very speechless. This veteran was really ghost.
However, it didn't say anything. Mu Chen was not the leader of Tianyuanyu, so even if he was not there, there was also Zhou Yuan led.
In Zixiaoyu's camp, Mu Chen handed the sheepskin paper to Dongye. This was sent by Zhao Mu Shen's guy. The dead Wang Xuanyang was Wang Xuanyang he wanted.
"This is not a fake news. I want to make us Zixiao domain also mixed with the battle between your two areas."
Winter Ye's face was covered with frost, and her eyes were chilling. She had basically believed in her heart. After all, those people did not know those things Wang Xuanyang had done.
"I'm just here to tell you. By the way, waiting for you, I can shoot Wang Xuanyang alone. If he comes, he will definitely not bring too many people." Mu Chen smiled lightly.
"Are you a opponent of Wang Xuanyang?" Dong Ye asked interested.
She did not question Mu Chen's talent, but was too short. How long did the Nine Domain Conferences passed? Although Mu Chen's means was a bit strange, can she really fight with the old Tianyang realm like Wang Xuanyang?
Mu Chen did not speak, and there were three rounds of glazed Tianyang with a pattern behind him. Although there were no nearly 5 billion yuan of source qi stars, the realm of the late Tianyang realm caused the winter leaves to shock.
Is this peony?
Obviously it is a new generation, and as a result, the realm of chasing these old -fashioned Tianyang Realm.
Until now, no one knows that Mu Chen's real state is not even full of efforts.
Who would have thought that Mu Chen's younger generation actually stood directly to their level.
"Wang Xuanyang may not think of it, you actually have such a strong strength." Dong Ye said with a disaster.
If Wang Xuanyang really comes, then the person who dares to sting at Zixiao Yu can be said to Wang Xuanyang. "Chen brother, I can also help." Su You smiled slightly.
Mu Chen came not far away, she was naturally very happy, and Wang Xuanyang was naturally very annoying.
"No, just look at me." Mu Chen shook his head, just Wang Xuanyang, not so many people.
In the next few days, Mu Chen and Dongye were hidden. After all, the winter leaves did not go, and Wang Xuanyang did not dare to come out.
They could not take the initiative to go to the base of Wanzuyu to destroy Wang Xuanyang.
As long as Wang Xuanyang dares to come by himself, even if he is dead, there is no testimony. Others guessed who did it, and would not say anything. He would be Wang Xuanyang who accidentally died in Guyuan Tianzhong.
One night, Su Youwei sat next to the campfire in the camp. Although it looked normal around, the people other than her were poisoned by Wang Xuanyang.
Su Youyan's eyes were cold. This Wang Xuanyang really came, but she installed it for several days, and almost couldn't stick to it.
"Girl, the beautiful scenery, I am willing to spend the Spring Festival with me." Wang Xuanyang smiled. After these days of confirmation, the woman in Dongye is not here now, it is a good time to start.
"Wang Xuanyang, today is also very suitable for you to enter the soil."
Mu Chen walked out of the shadow, and there was a colorful gourd in his hands. His eyes were full of indifference, and Wang Xuanyang would die today.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
"Tianyuan Yuchen?" Wang Xuanyang frowned. How could he be here, except for those associates, there should be no one to know.
"Wang Xuanyang, your courage is really not small!"
"People in Zixiaoyu, you dare to sting. From today, in the ancient Yuantian, Wanzuyu is the enemy of my Zixiaoyu." Dongye said with murderousness.
"Winter leaves?"
Wang Xuanyang is now aware of something wrong, and his plan is exposed. Who told these people, should not be the people who joined forces with him.
"Colorful Swords Sword Light -Step!"
The colorful gourd shadow trembled slightly, a colorful sword light rose slowly, and the clear sword girlfriend sounded between the heavens and the earth. This colorful sword light exudes an extremely sharp atmosphere. Crocoming.
This sword light shot out, and the cave worn the void and went straight to Wang Xuanyang.
Dongye looked at the sword light that seemed to be able to crack the sky, and there was a hint of fear in her heart. This sword light brought her a threat to her death, giving her a feeling that she could not defend.
"Is it Holy source?" Dong Ye said unbelievably.
With such a terrible source, Xiao Shengshu cannot be achieved. Only the real sanctuary can bloom this coercion.
What makes her unable to think is that even if the source of the infant realm is strong, there are very few masters of the sanctuary.
As the goal of colorful sword light, Wang Xuanyang's scalp was numb, and the rich death atmosphere flooded to his heart, desperately withdrawn, but the colorful sword light chased as if he could ignore the space distance.
boom!
Knowing that he would definitely die when he took this sword light, Wang Xuanyang immediately broke the Tianyang, and a horrible source of the source burst out, which made the colorful sword light shift.
puff!
However, even so, Wang Xuanyang's left leg and the middle leg in the middle were cut neatly, blood sprayed, and Wang Xuanyang's facial features were twisted, like a evil ghost, fleeing directly towards the distance. (End of this chapter)