Chapter 982: If I Knew Today, Why Bother

( ) Xiao Chen stretched out his hand and sucked it, then grabbed the space ring in the palm of his hand, and quickly left the place in a flash.

These two fathers and sons are not reasonable and kind people. They say so, but they will never do so.

Xiao Chen wanted to kill the two of them, but at Zhujian Peak, he really didn't want to see blood. After all, whether Aojiao can be resurrected depends on Situ Leihong.

Second, behind the two of them, there is a ninth-rank sect like the Zixiao Sword Sect. Although the strength and background of the Zixiao Sword Sect is not as good as that of the top ninth-rank sect like the Haotian School.

But in Xuanyu, offending the Zixiao Sword Sect in the opponent's base camp is also a troublesome matter.

For a few flickering moments, Xiao Chen stepped on the thunder dragon and disappeared among the many swordsmen in Zhujian Peak.

"I knew today, why bother!"

Seeing Ouyang and his son in a state of distress on the ground, the other swordsmen sighed softly. They were also swordsmen and saw that Ouyang Long was defeated by Xiao Chen, a swordsman.

In these people's hearts, more or less, there will be some grudges.

If it was a normal battle, he might even help out, or even stop the swordsman.

But after seeing Xiao Chen's strength and sighing at the speed of the opponent's growth, these people have concerns in their hearts, and they can only watch Xiao Chen leave.

Furthermore, the two of them are in such a mess today, they asked for it. The so-called self-inflicted can't live, and won't get much sympathy.

Flying five hundred miles in one breath, Xiao Chen casually stopped on a treetop, closed his eyes and postponed the battle just now in his mind.

The three moves just now can all be regarded as martial arts surpassing the heavenly level, and with the blessing of Dacheng Saber Soul, the power is more than doubled.

They are Xiao Chen's three most powerful killing moves. In today's battle, the most important thing is to rely on Dacheng's sword soul.

If it weren't for Dacheng Sword Soul and Bright Moon Wuque, they wouldn't have exploded with such powerful power to suppress Ouyang Long's aura in one fell swoop.

If Ouyang Long had also comprehended Dacheng's Sword Soul, he would have won this battle.

Three strokes defeated the opponent, but Xiao Chen managed to maintain a calm mind and a clear understanding of his own strength.

After a while, Xiao Chen opened his eyes with a look of enlightenment,

With a little tiptoe, he left satisfied.

Two days later, Ying Qiong, who received a letter from Xiao Chen, met together in the largest inn in Tianding City.

Jin Dabao and Lao Jiu also went there together. The two looked good. Obviously, the batch of black goods were handled very satisfactorily.

After Yingqiong sat down for a while, she went straight to the point: "After the longevity fruit auction is over, after deducting some agency fees from my Tiansheng Building, you can have 30 million black star coins in your hands."

Fatty Jin said enviously: "It's really more popular than people. Fatty, I spent so much time and energy to sell those black goods for a price of five million black star coins. You didn't do anything here. Thirty million black The star coins will be automatically obtained."

Thirty million black star coins shocked Xiao Chen a little. Such a large amount of money might be comparable to the family property of some quasi-emperors.

But I didn't have too many surprises in my heart. I heard those swordsmen say it in Zhujian Peak. How many longevity fruit auctions are there? Several old Zhun emperors who are nearing their lifespan are here.

The Emperor Zhun was naturally rich and powerful. After death, he got nothing, and he was willing to spend money for longevity.

Xiao Chen drank a glass of wine and pondered, "I'm giving you a longevity fruit. There's no requirement. I'll spend 30 million black star coins within three days."

Jin Dabao and Lao Jiu opened their mouths wide, "What are you going to do, 30 million black star coins will be spent in three days."

Ying Qiong was also puzzled, her pretty face was full of doubts.

"Help me collect the secret treasures containing the dragon soul. The level should be at least the holy level. If there is a king level, don't let it go."

Ying Qiongxiu frowned slightly, and said with some embarrassment: "The secret treasure that contains the dragon soul is hard to find. I'm afraid it's hard to spend the 30 million black star coins."

Xiao Chen nodded: "I know, incomplete secret treasures are also fine."

Ying Qiong smiled and said: "Incomplete ones are okay? Then this is really easy to handle. Tiansheng Building has stores all over Kunlun, and there are piles of incomplete secret treasures every year."

After chatting for a while, the topic turned to the duel between Xiao Chen and Wen Ziran.

In just two days, the news of Xiao Chen's battle with Wen Ziran spread throughout the Xuanyu.

If there is anyone in Xuanyu who can rival Xiao Chen in the limelight nowadays, it is naturally Wen Ziran.

The sword sect list is established every ten years, and it has been passed down for tens of thousands of years since ancient times.

But in the last millennium, there should be no younger generation, and they have made it into the top ten. Wen Ziran made it into the top ten and won the sixth place with a group of great master swordsmen participating.

Once spread, it caused a sensational effect.

"By the way, why did you think of challenging Wen Ziran? With your personality, you wouldn't be so ostentatious." Ying Qiong asked with a smile, obviously guessing that there was something else going on.

Jin Dabao rolled his eyes and said with a chuckle: "Brother Xiao, I'm almost sure of winning. Fat Lord, I'll open the market. It would be a pity if I didn't take the opportunity to make a fortune."

Xiao Chen thought about it, and said: "I don't know Wen Ziran very well, so I don't know the odds of winning, but I must win this battle."

Suddenly, there was a sound of footsteps downstairs, and the young city lord of Tianding City, surrounded by a group of guards, appeared on the floor.

Seeing Xiao Chen smiling slightly, he threw a heavy wooden box at him. Xiao Chen stretched out his hand to take it, and when he opened it, a monstrous heat wave gushed out from it, and flames hit people.

If it weren't for the fact that his strength had already changed from what it used to be, if he opened this box rashly, he would definitely be injured.

Xiao Chen has always been extremely calm, but when he saw this thing, he became uncontrollably excited, quickly closed the box, and the expression on his face changed a little.

"Brother Xiao, you don't have to think about it. Senior brother asked me to send it here. Five days later, he will have a fair fight with you in Heavenly Knife City. It's just a simple fight. I don't want you to be disturbed by any foreign objects."

The box contained nothing but the Wannian Yanjing that Xiao Chen dreamed of. Wen Ziran's mind was beyond Xiao Chen's expectation.

In his heart, he had a good impression of this swordsman who had never met before, and the Wannian Yanjing had indeed relieved him of any burden.

In the middle of the night, in the guest room, Xiao Chen looked thoughtfully at the wooden box containing the ten thousand year flame crystal.

There are still five days until the battle with Wen Ziran, and the Wannian Yanjing has been obtained, so this battle will become more pure.

It's just a battle between swordsmen, he doesn't have to think about the consequences after losing. There is no longer any burden, just a quick fight.

Wen Ziran, I don't know what kind of character he is. But at least this kind of mind greatly increased Xiao Chen's interest in this battle.

Putting the wooden box away, Xiao Chen quietly flew out of the window and came to a remote place outside the city.

If he tried the trick, he would naturally have to find a larger area, clean and uninhabited. The inn is definitely not good, so I can only come outside the city, and I can go back to meet Yingqiong after three days.

The night was desolate and cold, and occasionally a cold wind blew through the woods, stirring the leaves and rustling.

There are three final moves in the Fist of the Gods, Myth Eternity, Twilight of the Gods and Funeral of the Gods, these three moves Xiao Chen has never really performed.

Even among the Protoss, there are very few who can practice these three moves, and those who are below a certain age and realm, or who have superhuman understanding, cannot practice them.

The last three moves of the God Fist of the Gods are also known as forbidden moves among the gods, and their power is very terrifying. It will not be much worse than the secret skills of the God Emperor left by each generation of God Emperor.

Closing his eyes, Xiao Chen let the full mana in the sea of ​​consciousness start to boil bit by bit.

Running the mental technique of the gods of the gods, Xiao Chen shot out a little golden light, illuminating the forest.

The golden light gathered, and behind him, a god statue suddenly stood up. The appearance of the god statue was the same as that of Xiao Chen, but it looked solemn and solemn, not angry and majestic.

The myth is eternal!

This is Xiao Chen's own mythology. The Fist of the Gods sings about the ancient emperors of the gods. Xiao Chen is not a member of the gods and does not believe in gods and Buddhas.

If the heart is not sincere enough, logically speaking, it is impossible to practice the Fist of the Gods. But he found another way, created his own mythology, and was only loyal to himself.

Do not believe in the gods, only believe in yourself, whoever is a myth, he is a myth.

He kept infusing such thoughts in his heart, as if self-hypnosis, and the magic power in the sea of ​​consciousness was consumed like spring water.

The god statue behind him, with the continuous consumption of mana, the light became more condensed, the figure became more real, and there was a faint concentration of divine power in the eyes.

boom!

With a bang, the statue behind him became extremely huge, 100 meters long, like a small hill, and a trace of divine power was finally condensed successfully.

There were no trees in the woods, and under the sweep of the divine power, they were swept into nothingness in less than a breath.

Xiao Chen's expression was solemn, his face was like a sculpture, solemn and sacred. In the void, there were many voices of praise, and his mind moved.

The god statue behind him stretched out his hand and slapped it in front of the sky, forming a giant hand covering the sky. With one palm, the distance of fifty miles was covered, and the radiant golden light immediately illuminated the entire night sky.

The distant sky, captured by this palm, seemed to have dropped half a meter, and the flat ground was deeply sunken.

Quietly Yungong withdrew this move, the statue slowly receded, Xiao Chen closed his eyes and began to think.

It's not enough for Shenwei to rely on his magic power alone.

If he can cast gods like those gods in the gods and lower realms. Build temples for the world to worship and worship, and provide the power of faith.

Then the myth of this trick is eternal, and its power can be doubled again.

Next, Xiao Chen began to evolve the dusk of the gods.

This move is more powerful, and the artistic conception contained in it is more vast and grand. Warriors in the Protoss who do not have strong spiritual power cannot practice it at all.

Generally, only those who have reached the realm of quasi-emperor are qualified to practice these two tricks. Of course, it's just qualifications. Whether one can cultivate successfully requires a very high level of comprehension, as well as one's own physical conditions.

There is a big difference between the twilight of the gods and the eternity of mythology, and there is no need to condense divine power.

The artistic conception to be evolved is the ultimate desolation at the moment when the ancient kingdom of God is destroyed, the doomsday comes, the myth ends, the gods fall, and the prosperity ends.