Chapter 1345 Pay Attention to Identity

In front of the Jiuchong Peak, on the top of the Xuefeng Peak, there was an eerie silence!

As Chu Yan devoted himself to studying the unicorn horn, Emperor Li Tianwu on Jiuchong Peak couldn't step out of the range of Jiuchong Peak. There was a tense atmosphere just now, and the battlefield that would break out in an instant became quiet in an instant!

For Emperor Li Tianwu, Chu Yan seemed to regard him as nothing, and he didn't even look at him!

Erhuang and the others did not dare to disturb Chu Yan, they all surrounded him, guarding him wholeheartedly...

On the Jiuchong Peak, Mo Cang had no blood on his face. After swallowing the elixir, he sat cross-legged beside Emperor Li Tianwu, healing his broken arm injury.

Emperor Li Tianwu, with dark gray air currents in his eyes, kept staring at Chu Yan, and the killing intent on his body gradually subsided...

He couldn't leave the range of Jiuzhongfeng, and at the same time, his duty was to guard the space-time channel on Jiuzhongfeng, so he didn't dare to be good at leaving...

If Mo Cang hadn't been in danger just now, he wouldn't even have left the mountainside of Jiuchongfeng....

Different from other fighters of the Black Blood Temple, Mo Cang is a member of the Ming clan, a young generation of arrogance. During the last trial, he was ordered to stay in the Haotian Continent, thinking that he should...

Nearly 100,000 years have passed. Originally, in the Ming clan, an ordinary young Tianjiao has grown to the rank of quasi-emperor, which can be regarded as a middle-level talent. Emperor Li Tianwu has the responsibility of guarding, of course he is not Maybe he watched the members of the holy clan being beheaded by the natives, so he acted rashly.

However, with one move, the strange behavior of this native made Emperor Li Tianwu feel a little more surprised.

Moreover, after spiritual investigation, this native of the Haotian Continent, who was only nineteen years old, actually cultivated to the realm of the Martial Emperor. Not bad at all.

However, as the outer elder who guards the space-time channel connecting Haotian Continent, he will be replaced every 10,000 years, and this time, there are still three days left before it will be over!

As long as the celestial arrogance of the saint race comes, his duty of guarding will be considered complete. Therefore, Emperor Li Tianwu doesn't want to cause trouble, but just quietly looks at Chu Yan and the strange martial spirit in his hand Treasure!

Although Mo Cang and Chu Yan were fighting to the death just now, they obviously wanted to snatch this thing, but Li Tian is Emperor Wu, and ordinary treasures can't fall into his eyes at all, so he has no interest at all!

The only thing keeping him waiting is,

He hoped that Chu Yan would have the guts to attack him after fusing with that treasure. Perhaps, this was the only fun in his boring guard duty for thousands of years!

Except for the cold wind howling between the mountains and the snowflakes flying all over the sky, the whole world is completely quiet...

Time is passing by quickly...

The sun and the moon alternate, the stars and rivers meet, day and night pass, time passes like clouds and seas...

At this time, on the Jiuchong Peak, Mo Cang sat cross-legged, and the blood on his face began to slowly recover.

And on the top of the snow peak a hundred miles away, Chu Yan was also sitting cross-legged at this time, holding the unicorn horn wrapped in black clouds in his hand, and now the black appearance has been mostly melted away...

On Chu Yan's body, a faint golden light continuously flowed out from the brow, and wound up towards the unicorn horn in the palm of his hand.

For one day and one night, relying on the holy spirit pattern, Chu Yan continued to dissolve the thick layer of swallowing mysteries outside the unicorn like an iron rod grinding a needle...

The Holy Spirit pattern did not disappoint Chu Yan. Since he got the Holy Spirit pattern, all kinds of strange powers and strange existences, the Holy Spirit pattern can almost have a way to deal with it!

Therefore, after Chu Yan tested the powers he had mastered one by one, he found that only the Holy Spirit pattern can have an effect on the blackness transformed by the devouring profound meaning...

Nearly 70% of the one-foot-thick black mist was worn away by Chu Yan. I believe that the unicorn horn will reappear in the world in a short time!

Therefore, Chu Yan is not worried at all, anyway, the unicorn horn has already been obtained, and the fusion is only a matter of time.

The calming Emperor Wu of the Ming clan made two shots, and Chu Yan has fully understood his strength. Therefore, Chu Yan is confident that after fusing the unicorn horn, he will fight with all his strength.

The only thing missing now is time!

On the other side, on Jiuchongfeng...

The gray eyes of Emperor Li Tianwu kept flickering, his face was gloomy, and his expression was extremely dignified, as if he was thinking!

"Lord Li Tian, ​​why didn't you kill that Chu Yan!?"

Mo Cang raised his right hand, glanced at the right hand that had condensed into bones, his eyes were full of anger, he raised his head to look at Emperor Li Tianwu, and asked in a voice like ice.

"My duty is to guard the passage!"

Emperor Li Tianwu didn't turn his head, but just replied lightly.

"But, this Chu Yan, ruined my Black Blood Temple, tens of millions of people in the temple!"

Mo Cang roared angrily.

"Hmph! The people of the temple are just some indigenous ants you gathered, and they have nothing to do with our holy clan. Don't say tens of millions, even hundreds of billions, they are just killing each other!"

Emperor Li Tianwu's face was full of contempt, his eyes swept across, and he glanced at the dozens of disciples and elders of the Black Blood Temple who did not dare to approach, and said disdainfully.

"But...but..."

Hearing Emperor Li Tianwu's words, Mo Cang's face was distorted. He almost hated Chu Yan to the extreme, but his own strength was not enough, so he wanted Emperor Li Tianwu to kill him, but he couldn't find a way to let him go. The reason why Emperor Li Tianwu took action.

"No need, but Mo Cang, you need to heal your wounds. In a day or two, the space-time channel will be opened. I, Tianjiao of the Saint Race, will come to the Haotian Continent for trials. If they see you like this, I'm afraid When you return to the holy clan, you will be ridiculed by the clan!"

Emperor Li Tianwu glanced at Mo Cang, and patiently comforted him...

"As soon as the space-time channel is opened, my garrison will be over! The things on the Haotian Continent have nothing to do with me. As for this Chu Yan, even if he is stronger, he is nothing more than my saint. It’s just a resource for Clan Tianjiao to improve his cultivation!”

Speaking of this, Emperor Li Tianwu stared straight at Mo Cang with a pair of gray eyes, saying

"Mo Cang, stick to your heart! Don't forget that you are a member of the Holy Race, and you don't have to compete with an indigenous person. It will only shame the glory of your Holy Race!"

"yes!"

Hearing what Emperor Li Tianwu said, Mo Cang's heart full of hatred finally calmed down gradually...

As Emperor Li Tianwu said, he is about to return to the Saint Race, so why bother arguing with an aborigine, when a large group of Saint Race Heaven's Chosen descends, this Chu Yan will undoubtedly die!

Thinking of this, Mo Cang took a long breath, swallowed the elixir again, and began to heal his wounds!