Tian Yuan Chapter 1194 ends, who can compare?

That man was dressed in tattered bloody clothes.

The right hand holds a blood-red halberd with obvious cracks.

His long hair was wild and thick and stained with blood.

There was a broken blade stuck in his chest, and streams of blood flowed out along the broken blade.

The left arm was broken at shoulder level, with neat incisions and clear blood vessels.

A large piece of meat fell off the right leg, and the bones were exposed.

His eyes are like a torch and he is extremely determined.

Even though he was covered in scars, he still looked so noble, so high and out of reach.

Beside him, broken corpses floated.

The two quasi-emperor weapons were seriously damaged, and the remaining top-grade Taoist weapons were shattered into pieces, losing all their Taoist charm.

Everyone looked at Chen Qingyuan's figure holding a halberd with one arm, as dull as a tree, and frightened as if he had seen a ghost.

Countless Mahayana monks opened their mouths, were so frightened that they could not stand still, fell to the ground, and their bodies kept shaking. Their worldview collapsed, it was difficult for them to accept this reality, they could not maintain their superior posture, and they lost their color.

What's more, they were so frightened that their faces turned pale, their eyes rolled, and they actually fainted, and then their souls left their bodies, floating and twisting. The mood is not enough and needs to be sharpened.

"Chen...Venerable Chen, you win."

Somewhere in the crowd, an unknown person broke the extremely oppressive silence, and like a pebble dropped into the boundless sea, strangely set off waves of monstrous waves.

"How could it be? How did this happen? He...he just entered Shenqiao for the first time!"

Someone is crazy, unbelievable.

“Who can compare with him in this day and age?”

The world cannot think of a person who can be compared with Chen Qingyuan.

"Ancestor, defeated."

The monks of all races looked at the corpses floating in the starry sky, as if falling into an ice cave, and their whole bodies were shrouded in extreme cold, as if countless knives were cutting flesh and blood, causing bursts of stinging pain, penetrating into the bone marrow.

No one had ever thought that the ten ancient ancestors would achieve such a result after joining forces.

Before the war started, some guys were even mourning for Chen Qingyuan, as if they were witnessing the death of an evildoer.

When the war ended, the result was stupefying, and the wave of emotions stirred up in my heart was indescribable.

Chen Qingyuan glanced at the injured part from the corner of his eye, his eyes dark and his expression indifferent.

The elders of the ancient clan spent their entire lifespans just for a momentary blow of youth, which put Chen Qingyuan under great pressure.

One hand was broken and there were many hideous wounds on his body.

Dacheng's reincarnation body cannot withstand this kind of attack, and injuries are inevitable.

In the starry sky, the terrifying scene of the Sea of ​​Samsara still exists, as if it is connected to the Nine Nether Hells, exuding a strong breath of death. No one dares to look up, for fear that their souls will be swallowed up.

Chen Qingyuan looked down at the world, activated a ray of spiritual energy, took out a high-grade elixir from a certain universe bag, swallowed it and refined it.

It can be seen with the naked eye that many wounds on the body have begun to repair, preventing blood from flowing out.

Surface injuries are easy to recover from, but internal injuries are not so simple.

"Wow—"

Chen Qingyuan found his broken left arm on the battlefield, looked into the air, grabbed it tightly, and then put it away. Later, when you are healing, you will find a way to return to your physical body.

Then he waved his right hand, letting the violent laws that filled the battlefield slowly calm down.

The damaged quasi-emperor weapons and top-quality Taoist weapons were all put into his pocket.

It's a pity that these old guys don't have many resources to carry the Sumeru Ring with them. They should be prepared for the worst before going into battle, so naturally they won't take their family wealth with them.

It attracted worldwide attention and shocked the world.

After today, Chen Qingyuan stands on top of the clouds and is no longer subject to various restrictions as before.

"Whoever wants to drink my brother's blood or eat my brother's flesh can come out and show their face."

Chen Qingyuan held a halberd in one hand and glanced at Xi Zhou, his eyes sharp and majestic. The bloody clothes he wore gave him a somewhat ruthless look, like a murderous god.

As soon as this statement came out, it swept across the sky and fell into the ears of countless people. It set off a huge wave in the heart, and the emotions were agitated and cannot be ignored.

Quiet, the ultimate quiet.

At this time, no one dared to show their heads, they all shrank up, not daring to take a breath.

It doesn’t matter whether you are the ancestor of an ancient religion or the leader of an ancient tribe. At this moment, you must lower your head and be honest. Anyone who dares to scream will be killed by Chen Qingyuan with thunderous means.

As silent as a cicada, everyone present could hear the trembling sound of his heart.

"Even if you plan all kinds of means to take my brother's life in the future, it won't change the result of your death. If you don't believe it, you can try it."

I let you eat it, but I didn’t have time to refine it. Even if it is refined, it can still kill you.

If Chen Qingyuan had said such things before, not many people would have taken him seriously.

The situation today is very different. The top leaders of the Immortal Ancient Clan have to huddle together and cannot covet.

"People from the Immortal Ancient Clan, come out to collect the corpses."

Having finished what needed to be said, Chen Qingyuan glanced coldly at the location where most of the ancient clan members were, and said indifferently.

Doom!

Many people trembled inwardly, as if they had been hit by a huge boulder and found it difficult to breathe.

After saying this, Chen Qingyuan walked down step by step.

A whirlpool appeared in the Li Sea, leading to the underwater palace.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Qingyuan arrived at the palace, retracted the seventeen formation pillars with a wave of his hand, and said: "Unlock the clan protection formation."

"Oh oh oh." Lao Hei was just stunned. When he heard Chen Qingyuan's voice, he hurriedly lifted the barrier and rushed over. His face was filled with indescribable excitement and he couldn't speak clearly: "Brother, you...you are so..."

"Your honor!"

"Greetings, Your Majesty!"

Many people from the Lihai Dragon Clan bowed and saluted, their voices like waves. Their faces were filled with awe and joy, and they were so excited that their lips trembled when they spoke.

The young man looked at Chen Qingyuan from a close distance. As if he were seeing a real god, his body became weak and he wanted to kneel down to greet him.

Chen Qingyuan nodded to everyone.

"We'll talk about it later. Now find me a safe place. I need to heal."

Then, Chen Qingyuan looked at Lao Hei beside him. He had no intention of chatting for the time being. He must recuperate as soon as possible and stabilize the injury as much as possible to prevent further deterioration.

"it is good!"

Lao Hei knew the importance and personally led the way and brought Chen Qingyuan to his dormitory.

There were many restrictions put in place, and Lao Hei stood outside the restrictions to protect the road, and no one was allowed to approach.

As soon as he entered the palace, Chen Qingyuan sat cross-legged on the ground. A mouthful of thick blood could not be suppressed and overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

"cough cough..."

He coughed softly a few times and his face turned ugly.

He took out the severed arm and a large number of spiritual stones, swallowed the elixir, closed his eyes and adjusted his breathing, and began to heal.

At the same time, above the Li Sea.

Senior officials from all races appeared one after another. With extremely complicated thoughts, they went to the starry sky battlefield and collected the remains of their ancestors, with solemn and cautious expressions on their faces.