Chaos God's Nest

This battle was a miserable victory for Yan Xiaohuang. Yu Bu's strength was beyond the comparison of ordinary Tianjiao disciples. If Yan Xiaohuang didn't have enough cards, he really couldn't compete with him.

But it has to be said that this battle was the most brutal battle that Yan Xiaohuang had won since he entered the path of cultivation. Especially after this battle, he became more determined to embark on the ancient road of fighting for immortality.

The vast starry sky is endless. I don’t know how many powerful geniuses there are in the world. In the world of great competition, only by constantly fighting with the geniuses of all walks of life and sharpening oneself can we finally prove the Tao and Fruit.

Having said that, this battle is quite a pity, mainly because that Yubu has not completely died. One day, he will definitely make a comeback.

It was not until the end that Yan Xiaohuang realized that he had killed only a clone, but even so, it was enough for him.

It is a taboo to have one's clone beheaded, as it will not only destroy one's own essence, but also cause horrific injuries. Thinking about it, at least for half a year, Nabu will be unable to go any further and can only stay at home to recuperate.

Half a year is enough for Yan Xiaohuang to catch up with him. By then, even if he comes again, Yan Xiaohuang will be confident to kill him again.

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Demon Realm, the ancestral land of the Yu Clan.

"what!!!"

An angry roar resounded through the sky, and the violent pressure caused the houses dozens of miles around to be destroyed instantly.

After a long time, I saw a man with red eyes slowly walking out of the ruins.

"Yan Xiaohuang! How dare you kill my clone? I will definitely kill you!"

......

Yan Xiaohuang's harvest this time can be said to be rich. Although he did not completely kill Yu Bu, his clone left quite a lot of treasures.

Especially that Fangtian battle halberd is truly a rare thing in the world.

With everyone watching, Yan Xiaohuang slowly stepped forward and pulled out the halberd from the ground.

I really don’t know what kind of material this war halberd is made of. Let’s just talk about the weight. It weighs a million pounds at least. No wonder it can split mountains and crack the ground with just one swing. It is indeed a rare treasure.

However, Yan Xiaohuang doesn't like such heavy halberds. In comparison, he likes those light spirit swords. Not only are they easy to use, they can also fly with the sword, kill enemies with the sword, attack when advancing, and defend when retreating. .

"Congratulations to the young master for successfully killing the enemy! In this battle, the young master showed off his beauty and brilliance, and his strength makes us ashamed!"

"Yes, yes! I have heard about the name of the Young Sect for a long time, but when I saw it today, it really lives up to its name!"

Many people wanted to get close to each other, so they stepped forward to say hello to Yan Xiaohuang. Most of them were flattering and flattering, both internally and externally.

Yan Xiaohuang did not choose to pay attention to this. He just glanced at the crowd coldly, then picked up the halberd and left towards the distance.

Seeing this, everyone was speechless and silently made way for him, letting him leave.

"This son's strength is too terrifying! He has just been promoted to the realm of Tianwu, and he can kill the powerful genius of the ancient martial realm? Looking at the nine regions, which descendant can match him?"

"Having said that, you can't be too sure. Youdao is the best among the strongest, and he, Yan Xiaohuang, may not be the strongest!"

"No matter what, this battle is obvious to all of you and me. At least for now, there is no genius from the Nine Realms who can reach this level like him!"

......

After Yan Xiaohuang left, everyone started to discuss it. However, no matter how everyone discussed it, this battle really made Yan Xiaohuang famous all over the world. At least for a period of time, he would become one of the most famous people in the world. The object of leisure chat among many monks in the domain.

Yan Xiaohuang didn't know about this, and of course, he didn't bother to know. After all, his top priority now was to find a secluded place to recuperate.

In the battle just now, he was actually seriously injured, and the reason why he made such a cold attitude was just an illusion to everyone.

He killed Yubu's clone and got some precious treasures. After thinking about it, it was inevitable that he would not be coveted by others, so he did this to intimidate everyone.

Unfortunately, someone still followed him quietly, and although he was well hidden, he was still noticed by Yan Xiaohuang.

In this regard, Yan Xiaohuang did not panic, but pretended to be fine and continued to rush towards the temple.

Behind Yan Xiaohuang, an old man in black robes had been following him for a long time.

Looking at Yan Xiaohuang's leisurely pace, the old man couldn't help but have a look of suspicion on his face.

"That shouldn't be the case! The genius of the Yu Clan is as strong as him. Even though he can kill him, he shouldn't be in such good condition, right?"

After thinking for a long time, the old man in black robe finally gave up.

As a casual cultivator, he naturally does not dare to take risks easily. If Yan Xiaohuang is really in good condition, it is hard to say whether he can kill him with his strength in the ancient martial arts realm, although the Fangtian War Halberd is indeed very powerful. Tempting.

"Hey! Forget it!"

Shaking his head and sighing, the old man turned around and was about to leave when he heard a sudden voice in his ear.

"Amitabha! Why did this fellow Taoist give up? According to the poor monk, that boy is at the end of his game. Now is a great opportunity. Why doesn't my fellow Taoist take action to kill people and seize the treasure?"

A figure slowly appeared. It was a monk wearing a blue monk's robe. His face was stained and his face was very ugly, making people feel disgusted just by looking at him.

When he saw the person coming, the old man in black robe couldn't help but look him up and down, especially after seeing the monk's appearance. He frowned before asking back: "Who are you?"

"Amitabha! Don't be surprised! Don't be surprised. This poor monk came from the Great Leiyin Temple in the Buddha's territory. His dharma name is Qingluo!"

"Hiss! Qingluo?!"

When the monk announced his Buddhist name, the black-robed old man couldn't help but take a breath. Judging from his shocked expression, it seemed that he had known the monk for a long time.

Monk Qingluo, also known as Monk Qingluo Yama, lives up to his name. Although he is a monk, he has a more vicious heart than a very vicious person.

It is said that he was originally a monk from Daleiyin Temple. A hundred years ago, he was expelled from Daleiyin Temple because he committed all kinds of evil in the Buddhist realm, burning, killing, looting, and persecuting innocent creatures.

To be precise, he escaped from the Great Leiyin Temple.

And being able to escape from the Great Leiyin Temple guarded by the Lord Buddha shows that this monk is quite capable.

When cooperating with such a being, the old man in black robe will inevitably have to think carefully. After all, this is not a simple master.

At that moment, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.

Seeing this, the Qingluo monk couldn't help but smile, and then asked in a seductive voice: "What is the donor thinking about? Don't you want the Square Heavenly Halberd in his hand? That is a good treasure!"

"Hmph! Don't you know his identity? He is the disciple of Huang Que, the master of the Ancient Temple! Kill him, and neither you nor I will get anything good to eat! Besides, I ruined the rest of my life just for that mere treasure. No matter how you look at it, life is not a good deal! I don’t want to be like you, living a life of running away all day long!”

"Amitabha! What if the poor monk said, that boy still has the legendary supreme magic weapon in his hand? Will you be moved?" Monk Qingluo said with a smile.

Hearing this, the eyes of the old man in black robes immediately widened, and then he looked at Monk Qingluo with eyes full of disbelief, and said: "You...what did you say? The Supreme Magical Artifact?"

"That's right!"

"Which supreme powerful person's magic weapon?" The old man in black robe came forward and asked with slightly narrowed eyes.

When the words fell, the smile on Monk Qingluo's face suddenly stopped, and then he replied with a sinister expression: "Empress Qingyun!"

"hiss!"

The black-robed old man took another deep breath when he heard this. He never expected that Yan Xiaohuang actually carried Empress Qingyun's treasure.

That is the magic weapon left by the supreme power, and it must contain a very powerful imprint of the law. Thinking about it, if you can understand it as much as possible, your strength will definitely be improved to a higher level, and you may even have a chance to aspire to the realm of immortal martial arts!

I have to say that he was really moved, but he fell silent again.

After a long time, a cold light flashed in his eyes, and then he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Are you sure you can kill him in a short time?"

"Hehe, what do you say?"

Monk Qingluo smiled when he heard this, and then took out a silver needle as thick as a hair from his arms.

"What is this?" the old man in black robe asked.

"This is the Soul-Destroying Needle! As the name suggests, it is a treasure that can destroy people's souls!" Monk Qingluo said with a sneer.

"how do you want to do it?"

"Simple! He is just at the end of his crossbow. You take action first. You only need to delay him for a while. I will wait for an opportunity to observe in secret. When he reveals his flaws, I will kill him with one blow!" Monk Qingluo held the soul-killing needle in his hand. He said slowly, looking at his expression, he seemed confident.

"So... after that is done, how should the treasure be divided?" the black-robed old man asked with slightly narrowed eyes.

"I only want his stone bridge, and I'll give you the rest!"

"Is this true?" the old man asked.

"Seriously!" Monk Qingluo laughed.

"How should I trust you?"

"The poor monk is willing to take the Buddha's oath. If he violates the oath, he will be destroyed by heaven and earth!"

"Okay! Then I will believe you once!"

After the words fell, the two of them looked at each other and smiled, then immediately chased after Yan Xiaohuang.

On the other side, Yan Xiaohuang was galloping all the way towards the direction of the temple without stopping.

"Huh? How dare you catch up?"

Yan Xiaohuang ignored the pursuit of the two men behind him. Although he was injured, he was not without combat capability.

Moreover, he still had a powerful trump card in his hand, which was enough to kill these two people, and the price was only a little heartache for him.

"Hmph, that's fine. Since you all want to die, I'll give you a ride!"

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaohuang no longer moved forward, but slowly turned around and looked back, with an inexplicable sneer on his lips.

On the horizon, two long rainbows, one black and one green, appeared from far to near, turning into two figures and appearing in front of Yan Xiaohuang. The ones who came were none other than the old man in black robe and monk Qingluo.

Seeing the two figures, Yan Xiaohuang simply showed off his cards, looked at the two of them with a sneer and said slowly: "Those two who are not afraid of death, tell me your names!"

"Hmph! I am an old Taoist from the ancient Black Mountain region!"

"Amitabha! Poor monk Qingluo!"

Yan Xiaohuang never expected that there would be a monk. Hearing this, he immediately became interested.

Looking at the monk, he couldn't help but asked with a joking face: "Hey! Why is there a bald donkey! It's quite rare! I said, don't you monks always say that you are compassionate? Why are you doing this today? Are you taking advantage of the situation?"

"Amitabha! It seems that this little donor knows a lot about Buddhism?"

Hearing this, the smile on Yan Xiaohuang's face widened, and he slowly replied: "It's not that we know each other, but I've always been interested in the Buddha Realm, especially you sanctimonious old bald donkeys!"

"Amitabha! How can the little benefactor talk like this? He talks like a bald donkey. He really has no respect for my Buddha. I don't know how the teacher teaches the little benefactor on weekdays!"

"Humph! It's not your turn to worry about this yet, but I heard that the monks in your Buddhist realm have always observed fasting. If I have the chance, I really want to find one or two of them and have their hearts disemboweled. Let's see. Are you really abstaining from sex?"

Having said this, Yan Xiaohuang no longer concealed the murderous intent on his face, and stared viciously at the two people in front of him.

"Hmph! Why are you talking so much nonsense to him! Act according to the plan and take action immediately! To avoid long nights and endless dreams!"

The old Taoist from Heishan was obviously an impatient person. Seeing Monk Qingluo talking endlessly to Yan Xiaohuang, he already couldn't hold it in any longer.

"Amitabha! If that's the case, then fellow Taoist, please take action! We can also save this little benefactor and go to the Paradise of Paradise!"

"Fuck you! An old man! A bald donkey! I think the two of you are the ones going to Elysium today!"

Yan Xiaohuang cursed angrily and decided to take the lead.

In an instant, the sky was shaking and the wind and clouds were turning upside down. As soon as they came up, they launched a unique killing move - the Blood Ancestral Treasure Technique!

"There is no limit to the sea of ​​blood, and the blood shadows are killing. When the blood moon hangs, silent blood and tears will be shed! When the sky is stained with blood, I will use my blood to pay the punishment of heaven!"

With words in his mouth, Yan Xiaohuang quickly formed seals with his hands, intending to fight quickly.

His current state is not at its peak, and if he is held back by the opponent, something may happen.

Moreover, for some reason, he always felt that something was wrong with Monk Qingluo, which gave him an inexplicable chill.

"Since these two old guys dare to rush forward rashly, I think they must have someone to rely on! I have to be careful!"

In his mind, Yan Xiaohuang was secretly guarding against the opponent's sneak attacks while using his thunderous tactics.

On the other side, seeing Yan Xiaohuang using such a killing move, the Black Mountain veteran also frowned repeatedly.

For some reason, he always felt that he was in danger this time, and that there were signs of a bloody disaster, but he had no intention of turning back. Now that he had taken action and boarded the pirate ship, there was no way out.

We must cooperate with the demon monk as soon as possible to kill the man in front of him. If not, things may change later.

"Boy! Take your life!"

With an angry roar, the Black Mountain veteran took one step forward, and then used his strongest killing move.

"Black Mountain Seal!"

He shouted loudly, the hem of his clothes moved automatically without any wind, he turned his wrists repeatedly, made a seal, and in an instant he used a giant seal to move the world. It was so majestic and powerful that it suppressed Yan Xiaohuang.

"Boom!"

The brilliance was dazzling, the light and mist were blurry, and the two magic arts suddenly collided with each other, making a thundering sound, and endless energy overflowed and poured out.

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I think everyone can roughly guess the following plot. At least this Montenegrin veteran is definitely a burp, but why do I still write it? Mainly I want to take this opportunity to warn everyone, never trust the words of strangers, especially beware of telecommunications fraud!

PS: I’m having a hard time with my family these two days! So I couldn’t update in time! Hope you understand!