Young Master Wan gave an order to Huang Xie, and the latter naturally did not dare to disobey it. So when Huang Xie stood in front of the common people in the mountains, he lifted a person directly, and then used it as a wooden stick and threw him hard.

On the ground.

"Nian'er and others are all from Chu, so they don't kill each other! They all disperse!"

Huang Xie stood forward coldly, waved his hand and instantly slapped the three of them, spitting blood continuously.

Ji took the axe and slashed it!

But Huang Xie took away the axe and hit his shoulder with a backhand.

So blood burst out, and Ji fell to the ground and cried.

"Overbial ability!"

So he turned around and saw the young master trying to carry the corpse, but this time it was as heavy as a mountain. His face turned red, but the saint's corpse did not move at all!

Huang Xie rushed over and helped him lift the body together. However, even the two people, both of whom had practice, especially Huang Xie, who was a master of the twelfth level building, could not move this one.

Not strong body.

"What's going on! Could it be that the land is sacred?"

Huang Xie began to stir up a heartbeat. Such things that cannot be moved are usually suppressing something.

"Young Master..."

He told Young Master Wan his guess, but Young Master Wan was unwilling to give up. He had just seen a great road of victory in the battle for power. Now that he was asked to give up easily, how could that be possible?

"What can I do if it is bad? Suppress things? At that time, the evil ghosts of the Heavenly Emperor level were torn several times by Dong Huang Tai's life. No matter how powerful the things suppressed under the holy corpse can still beat Dong Huang Taiyi?"

"If the power is not as strong as the Emperor of Heaven, they are all ants!"

"move!"

———

In the chaotic and empty aura, a little spirit of the sky shines, and cannot invade or contaminate. So with a loud sword sound in the way of heaven, the spirit of the sky is completely restored.

Cheng Zhiyuan was able to vaguely see what happened in the mountains and fields outside. The young man who often gave him tribute was already chopped to the ground with a logging axe.

Cheng Zhiyuan's original body, the spirit of the heaven began to differentiate.

One big and one small, they are divided into two people.

Cheng Zhiyuan was completely awake and it seemed that it had not been long since.

There is no time in chaos, this is the world of spirit and the original point of all things.

"The Yuanshi Heavenly Dao has arrived partly, and the Taoist Lord has retreated. You are shocking the world after all."

Cheng Zhiyuan turned his head, and nostalgia and familiarity rose between his eyebrows.

"What, it's the Sword Prophet Boy."

That villain is the Sword Prodigy.

He woke up and got rid of the condolences, which also meant that the foundation of the immortal that Cheng Zhiyuan almost destroyed at the beginning had been completely replenished.

"The Taoist Lord retreated, but the human world has already responded to the disaster, and there will be a great disaster for the conquest next."

"Do you know how long it has been?"

"It is impossible to calculate in a daze, but you can judge it from your spirit..."

The Sword Prodigy boy looked at Cheng Zhiyuan.

"After two baptisms, your spirit has become terrible."

Cheng Zhiyuan: "I'm leaving here."

Sword Prodigy: "Do you think the world needs you?"

Cheng Zhiyuan: "The world never needs anyone. I know an old saying, even if you and me are gone, the way of heaven will still turn, and the sun will rise as usual."

"No one has to think too much about themselves, it's just that I've been here for too long and I'm a little tired."

"Those who should go out... must go out."

"Then go out."

When Cheng Zhiyuan finished saying these words, he woke up in a large mountain in Chu State.

In the wilderness of Moon Mountain.

An old tree grew up at some point, and Cheng Zhiyuan turned his back to this old tree, and the branches and leaves of the old tree protected Cheng Zhiyuan's head to shelter him from the wind and rain.

But ahead, there were two stunned people.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at them and stretched out his finger in an instant!

clang--!

With one point, Huang Xie was injured in one hundred and one hundred and one hundred and eleven parts of his body. He screamed loudly and fell to the ground, and instantly it became a bloody pit on the ground!

"Give me your life...Give me your life! Saint forgives me!"

Huang Xie's voice was extremely painful, and almost all the flesh and blood on his body became corroded in an instant, while Young Master Wan was so scared that he sat on the ground.

The Holy Holy Holy...The Holy Holy Corpse is alive!

"You killed him with an axe?"

Cheng Zhiyuan asked Huang Xie: "Then I will hit you with one finger. There are 111 sword energy in this finger, and it will kill 111 rivers of essence energy on your body. This will be considered two clear."

"So, tell me when is it now, and who is the king of Chu in the world?"

Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the young master.

"What's your name?"

The young master trembled and responded truthfully!

"Xiong Wan... It's the 152nd year of the Emperor, Zhongqiu! This is the Yueshan Mountain in Chu, and Xinyang is not far from the northeast. My father is the King of Chu. He is seriously ill at this time. I am about to go back to inherit my father's king.

I fled from Qin..."

It was at this moment that a thunderous sound came from the mountains and fields in the distance.

Cheng Zhiyuan knew it clearly.

The 152nd year of the Zhou emperor.
Chapter completed!