Chapter 392 Conflict Broke Out

The content of everyone's discussion was gathered, so that Chu Yan fully understood the situation of this Jiuyou Palace.

The Jiuyou Palace is the real core of the Qianlong Sanctuary, with a supreme heritage relic.

In ancient times, this Jiuyou Palace was an overlord-level force in the entire Haotian Continent, and even once reached the top of the first sect in the Haotian Continent.

However, with the passage of time, this sky-like behemoth suddenly declined, leaving only such a place of origin.

Every three years, this Jiuyou Palace will emerge from nothingness, connect the hidden dragon sanctuary of all empires in the extreme north continent, and let the talented warriors of the major empires enter.

At this time, it is only a few days away from the opening of the Nine Nether Palace.

Chu Yan is in the Red Leaf Empire. Compared with the talented warriors of these powerful empires, it is obvious that the situation of Jiuyou Palace is completely blank.

Almost every imperial battle of these powerful empires can open the Qianlong Sanctuary, so they are very clear about the information of this Qianlong Sanctuary.

Time passed quickly in Chu Yan's practice...

In the blink of an eye, three days passed, and in the Sword Trial Canyon, a change finally occurred.

"Hey! There's less sword energy!"

Several exclamations sounded in a row, and everyone followed the sound and looked towards the Sword Trial Canyon.

"It seems that, depending on the situation, the outbreak period of the sword-shaped grass will pass after an hour or two at most. At that time, the sword energy in the canyon will be reduced to a minimum."

Everyone began to lean towards the mouth of the canyon. The sword-shaped grass can understand the sword intent. This is a powerful trick far beyond martial arts, which naturally makes everyone excited.

Chu Yan slowly opened his eyes, the light flashed in his eyes, turned his head, and looked in the crowded direction.

The crowd was crowded, and the top warriors in front of the group suddenly sank and frowned slightly.

"Several, there are too many people here, why don't we take action together and drive everyone away. At that time, the three sword-shaped grasses will compete for each other according to their abilities. Something is wrong!"

Yang Wushuang glanced at Gao Wanlong and the others, and said loudly.

The three beside him,

They all nodded in unison, and then, at the same time, they turned their eyes to Xiao Ling on the other side, with a questioning meaning in their eyes.

"Brother Xiao Ling, what do you think!?"

Yang Wushuang asked on behalf of several people.

"If you want to make a move, you make a move, I don't ask!"

Xiao Ling didn't turn his head, looked straight at the situation in the canyon, his eyes flashed, and he replied casually.

Hearing this, Yang Wushuang nodded, turned to face the crowd, his whole body zhenqi suddenly rose, and he shouted loudly.

"Everyone, get out of here immediately, otherwise... Kill Wushe!"

Infuriating like thunder, in an instant, it was like a rolling cloud of thunder, sweeping the crowd, like a frenzy rushing past, sending the entire crowd upside down.

Beside Chu Yan, Xiao Yun'er was shocked and took three steps back.

As for Tianlang and Han Wuya, their bodies were trembling, their faces pale, and they were running their True Qi to resist, and they were barely able to stand firm.

"This Yang Wushuang is so powerful...!"

Xiao Yun'er's chest was ups and downs, her face full of anger, she said.

"Yang Wushuang, you are unreasonable! This Sword Trial Canyon is not your home... ah!"

A young man in white robe who was close to Yang Wushuang couldn't help but protested. As a result, before he could finish speaking, he was punched by Yang Wushuang, and his whole body exploded like a watermelon, blood ** The sky was flying, and it was like a rain of blood, splashing in all directions.

"Reason!? Hmph... Fist is the truth!"

Yang Wushuang sneered, withdrew his fist, and then his icy gaze swept towards the crowd.

In an instant, the warriors who were swept by his eyes retreated one after another, and the entire crowd took seven or eight steps back like the tide of the sea.

"One last time, leave now!"

Yang Wushuang said coldly.

Hundreds of warriors in the crowd, when they heard Yang Wushuang's words, all looked at the pile of rotten minced meat ten steps before, and then they looked at me again, and looked at you more, but no one was willing to leave.

For a time, several top warriors and a large group of warriors turned into a deadlock.

"Humph! If you don't leave, then everyone will die!"

Beside Yang Wushuang, He Rundao with a pale complexion looked at the crowd and sneered.

Immediately, a dark green phantom slowly rose from behind him, and under the faint brilliance, eight green stars with green light suddenly flashed.

"Eight-star martial soul, blood-devouring demon soul smoke!"

As soon as the dark green phantom appeared, it moved towards the crowd, filled with a tidal wave of faint smoke, and within the blink of an eye, hundreds of people were shrouded in it.

Within a thousand steps, for a time, it was full of green light mist, as strange as a sudden rise of shocking mist!

"Not good... My blood is draining!"

"Oh my god... it really is the blood-devouring demon soul smoke, run away!"

"It's over... my mother... so scary!"

"..."

In less than three breaths, in the crowd shrouded in green mist, at the same time as various exclamations sounded, hundreds of warriors smashed the pot and quickly flew towards the surroundings!

At this time, He Rundao, who was standing in front of the crowd, as his martial spirit continued to grow, his pale complexion began to show a tinge of blush.

"What a terrifying martial spirit, I didn't expect that there is such a martial spirit that can devour other people's blood!"

Chu Yan's complexion changed slightly, and under the urge of zhenqi, the body-protecting zhenqi instantly turned golden, which was the golden flame of the Vermillion Bird Martial Spirit.

The green mist that enveloped Chu Yan, as soon as it came into contact with Chu Yan's infuriating energy, was immediately burned to the ground, unable to get close to Chu Yan's body at all.

"what!?"

Chu Yan's special situation caused He Rundao's eyes to look at him instantly, with a look of doubt and stunned expression on his face.

His "Blood-devouring Demon Soul Smoke" is extremely heaven-defying, and at the same time as it is deployed, it can devour the enemy's blood and energy for use. It is an extremely powerful existence among the wood-type mutant spirits.

However, this kind of martial spirit also has a weakness that causes it. While devouring the enemy's blood, it also devours its own blood. Although the amount is small, if it is used too much, the loss of blood in the body will be huge. .

It is precisely because of this that He Rundao's complexion is as pale as paper all the year round, which is a sign of a serious lack of qi and blood.

This time, the "Blood-devouring Demon Soul Smoke" martial arts was used on a large scale at the same time for hundreds of people, and the power was greatly reduced, but Chu Yan was only at the third level of the real martial arts. Affected by him, this... made him stunned.

"If you don't leave, kill them all!"

Yang Wushuang swept his eyes to the dozens of warriors who were still in place, and shouted in a deep voice.

At this time, beside Chu Yan, Tianlang and Han Wuya had already withdrawn from the mouth of the canyon, hiding far away, watching the situation here.

However, Chu Yan stood on the spot and was affected by the threat of several people.

"Let's go...!"

"Forget it, it's better for them to fight!"

"..."

Among the remaining dozens of people, when they heard Yang Wushuang's threat, they all shook their heads and sighed, and another dozen people turned and left.

Although their cultivation level is enough to withstand the "Blood-devouring Demon Soul Smoke", they are short-sighted and are definitely not the opponents of Yang Wushuang and others. Depending on the situation, Yang Wushuang and several top geniuses have made up their minds to drive them all away. .

Therefore, if you really start to move, maybe you will not only be unable to stay, but also get injured, then it is not worth it.

The remaining 20 or 30 people all stared at Yang Wushuang, their faces were dark, and their strengths and cultivation bases were basically around the fifth level of the true martial arts. Giving up the sword-shaped grass so easily, even if Yang Wushuang spit fire in his eyes, he still insisted on not retreating.

"Since you don't leave, then leave... the corpse!"