Chapter 215: The Boundary of the Drum Mountain

Are the four elders of Jiushan who accompany their mother in the royal palace? If so, what is the purpose of the four elders of Jiushan hiding in the Ning royal palace?

Shen Chong's heart fluctuated. After a while, he nodded and said, "Well, the place here is too narrow, and I really can't let go. Then, according to the order of the elder, let's go to the drum mountain to fight."

After saying that, Shen Chong rolled up his big sleeves, and the blue light rolled up Shen Qiuyun with lightning speed. He flew up and flew to the south of the city to fight with Qi Wanyan. Regardless of victory or defeat, he would not let Shen Qiuyun stay in Jiushan City. For his cousin, he had a natural sense of closeness. His mother died early and his father Desperate, Shen Qiuyun is the only place of family affection in his heart.

"Bold, put down my daughter!" Shen Muhe shouted and cuttered his palm to Shen Chong. There was ancestor beside him, and he was also full of confidence. The four elders in Jiushan were in the land of Yanbei, just like gods. As long as the wind of one of the four elders was attracted to take action, ten Shen Chong would be killed.

Bang!

Shen Chong's sleeve robe swept down with the opportunity, without any moves, purely breaking the enemy, and immediately breaking up Shen Muhe's palm, which shocked him to go back dozens of steps. A trace of blood flowed down from the corners of his mouth. The soul master fought with the physical situation without any suspense. Not everyone had such unnatural luck as Shen Chong.

"For the sake of Qiu Yun, spare your life and retreat!" In Shen Chong's soft shout, he has gone far away.

On the other side, Qi Wanyan saw Shen Chong's speed of escape, and his face changed. He couldn't take care of Shen Muhe. He also flew out and turned into a streamer to chase out.

"The ancestor of the wind!" The decadent Shen Muhe fell to the ground, his face was like dead ashes, and he shouted with hatred.

But there is still no movement in the cyan tent in the distance. The wind is still very indifferent, without a trace of anger, but extremely harsh: "Muhe, you are the patriarch, you can decide the affairs of the clan, but don't interfere in Shen Chong's matter. Also, if Shen Chong wins this battle, Shen Qiuyun's marriage Let's stop it. Don't care about both of them. Have you heard it clearly?

Shen Muhe was shocked and hurriedly said, "But Qiu Yun, she..."

"Hit!"

The windman finally shouted, and the pressure was permeated. For a moment, the wind and clouds surged. The whole Jiushan City was in turmoil. Many martial artists in the city trembled, as if the whole sky was about to change. They didn't know what had happened, and they screamed and ran away to each other.

Shen Muhe was the first to bear the brunt. He couldn't even stand. His knees were soft and he fell to the ground.

The four elders of Jiushan have not appeared for many years, let alone show their power. Shen Muhe seems to have forgotten the old man's hot temper and his character.

"Originally, you also had the hope of stepping into the realm of the soul, but it's a pity that you are too calculating. Thinking too much about complicated things has hindered your mind. When the national prestige comes back, you can take off the position of patriarch and practice hard. If you don't enter the spiritual realm, don't go out. The wind took a breath again for a moment, sighed, and disappeared into the cyan tent.

Shen Muhe's face turned red, and there was a trace of viciousness in his eyes, but he did not dare to say more.

Shen Guowei is Shen Qiuyun's grandfather and Shen Chong's grandfather. After handing over the position of patriarch to Shen Muhe many years ago, he went out and never came back. It seems that the four elders of Jiushan have begun to be dissatisfied with Shen Muhe.

On the wind layer dozens of miles above the ground, Shen Chongfei ran away. Originally, this wind was very harmful to the monks who turned their souls, but neither Shen Chong nor Qi Wanyan care at all. Whether it is magic weapons or skills, these two people are the best in this realm. It's a little faster on the flat ground.

"Qiu Yun, you go into my magic weapon first and hide for a while. When I have done it with him, let's leave together. There is nothing to miss on this grassland. As for my grandfather's whereabouts, I can always find out." Shen Chongfei Dun also opened the entrance of the seal of heaven and earth.

"Brother Shen, you should be careful." Shen Qiuyun knew that he couldn't help. As long as he didn't become a drag, he would get it. With a flash of his body, he had already got in.

The self-contained space in the seal of heaven and earth. No matter how it is played outside, it will not affect the inside. The spirit level of the mixed element inside is pure, which is also suitable for her practice. Although it spans the two poles, it also needs to be consolidated for a long time.

Qi Wanyan was still a few miles away from him, and he did not see the abnormality of the opening of the seal of heaven and earth, but suddenly, he felt that there was one less breath in front of him. He was surprised and uncertain, and added a little care.

But if the rumor is true, Shen Qiuyun is related to an ancient secret news, which is extremely useful for the prince's plan, and the son of peace can also lay the foundation of the prince in the future. Naturally, he will not let her go.

Linggu Mountain is a hundred miles away from the south of the city. The mountain is not high and there are few trees, but the top of the mountain is extremely flat. It looks like a huge stone drum from a distance, so it is known as Tinggu Mountain.

The area around Ligu Mountain is extremely steep, and it is mostly surrounded by mountains and rocks, which is almost barren, so it looks very desolate. The land where the Jiushan tribe is located is very sparsely populated, and there is no trace of people here, so the four elders of Jiushan set up a battlefield here.

Shen Chong looked around. At this time, the drum mountain was shrouded in a faint light curtain. Presumably this was the boundary in the mouth of the wind.

"Son, this is the same-light synthesis and the little fairyland," the voice of the seven stars suddenly sounded. The seven stars were originally connected with Shen Chong's mind, and the throne of the gods became his original magic weapon, suppressing a sea of air. At this time, it was even more connected with the divine soul. Between the transmission of ideas, there was no fluctuation in the outside world, and the same light combined in an instant. The efficacy of the little fairyland was explained.

This boundary with the Guanghe and the small fairyland can be large or small. The boundary on the drum mountain is very simple, but the boundary is completely different from the outside. Whether it is born or killed inside, it will not affect the outside, and even the breath cannot be transmitted, which is suitable as a battlefield.

"Son, this boundary design is very simple, with no restrictions on the array. If you want to keep Qi Wanyan, as long as you give me some time, I can make up for this array. Even if you break the array with force, it will take a few breaths to leave." Qixing is familiar with many classics and is also very proficient in the way of array. The array here is very rough. It is also thought that the four elders of Jiushan hurriedly arranged it. It is not very difficult to complete it.

Shen Chong was slightly stunned when he heard the words. With his cultivation, it was not difficult to defeat Qi Wanyan, but if he wanted to stay, he was not sure. However, if he really killed Qi Wanyan, it was really stood opposite to Ning Wangfu. However, Shen Chong only flashed a few thoughts in his mind and made up his mind: "Okay, if he really doesn't know how good. At least, just leave him in this drum mountain.

Qi Wanyan's speed is a little slower than that of Shen Chong, but the distance of a hundred miles is not much worse. Seeing Shen Chong standing on the light curtain of the drum mountain with a smile, suddenly there was a bad feeling in his heart. He slightly pinched the bracelet on his wrist and set his mind. With this secret treasure, even the strong man who traveled around the world, he had fought and killed him. Although Shen Chong in front of him was worthy of his attention, he was not a threat to himself. Moreover, he also saw it. This photosynthetic and small fairyland only have the effect of shielding breath, but not the power of trapping the enemy and hurting people.

"Shen Chong, hand over Shen Qiuyun. Seeing that you also have the blood of the prince, I won't be embarrassed by you." Qi Wanyan shouted.

"Shen Qiuyun is my cousin. If you Ning Wangfu marry her, I won't resist. Now you'd better go back. You don't deserve to rob people from me. Let Murong Ping come in person." Shen Chong said in a low voice.

"The son of the world is closed and practiced. He can step into the realm of the divine soul in a few days, and it is to ascend to the sky in one step. It is directly the realm of the second turn of the soul. It is easy to suppress you." Qi Wanyan sneered and said, "However, if you are captured, you don't have to disturb the world."

Qi Wanyan's five fingers were open, and pure fire vitality emerged from his fingertips and instantly turned into a huge fireball, which was held in the palm of his hand. The fireball was several feet in size, reflecting the sky red.

"The fire cloud is at the top, and the sea of red flames."

Sure enough, it is related to the three types of burning heart. This style is very similar to Shen Chong's Tianhuo Burning City, but the power can be said to be different, and the violent breath is scattered everywhere. Qi Wanyan's body is full of fire. He practices fire Taoism, which is also a rare body of Chiyuan pure yang. This type of fire cloud presses in his hands. Come on, it seems that the whole drum mountain is going to collapse.

It seems that just now in Jiushan City, Qi Wanyan still has some reservations and does not dare to release all his breath.

Shen Chong's face also became solemn, and he had to re-examine the strength of the other party.

The momentum of the fire cloud in the sky has become. Shen Chong's body suddenly moved, and the small movement skill unfolded, and it moved 30 feet in an instant. Shen Chong still did not have the strength to fully understand this magic power, but short-distance movement is still not a problem.

Thirty feet, has stepped on the edge of the light curtain, sinks slightly, and has fallen into it.

"Since there is a good battlefield, don't waste it. Go in and fight." Shen Chong shouted.

With his magical power, Qi Wanyan's momentum was even higher. How could he make Shen Chong escape? But at the moment he rushed into the light curtain, his heart jumped slightly and seemed to have some sense. However, people who practice fire Taoism will inevitably be a little hot when they use their magic power, and they don't pay attention to the turbulence of the soul at all.

But with this difference, it is doomed.

Through the light curtain, Shen Chongduan was seen sitting on a throne. The atmosphere of heaven and earth around him seemed to be still. The throne flashed with a simple atmosphere, desolate and deep. In Qi Wanyan's eyes, he seemed to see the war-torn era in ancient times. The gods were fighting, and the land was desolate.

Looking at Shen Chong again, he is like an ancient emperor. His breath is integrated with the throne under him. He turns into an ancient god and looks at himself with pity.

In an instant, Qi Wanyan even felt that it was a little difficult to turn the sea of knowledge. In shock, he suddenly bit the tip of his tongue and immediately restrained his mind. The several feet of fire in his palm smashed down fiercely, carrying the momentum of Wanjun and burning the whole space isolated by the boundary.

"The fire magic power is really powerful, but you haven't practiced to a great success. As long as the magic power does not converge into a rune, it can't hurt me," Shen Chong roared and rushed out a red sword from under the throne: "Chiyuan, swallow it, and you will become the best magic weapon. Wait."

Oh!

The Chiyuan Sword did not burst out a powerful fire vitality, but restrained its breath and pierced into the fire cloud like lightning.

"Good luck, just let me take this magic weapon." Qi Wanyan has long taken a fancy to this magic weapon. In his sneer, he instantly beat the whole divine seed into the fire cloud and condensed the fire cloud, ten feet, five feet, and three feet. The fire cloud finally turned into a ten-foot-sized fireball in the wild and dry movement, and firmly locked the Chiyuan sword in it. It seems that it is intended to refine the Chiyuan Sword with the power of magic power. .

Between a few breaths, there is no movement in the fireball. The fire vitality has completely calmed down, as if it has completely suppressed the Chiyuan Sword. As long as it breaks the imprint of Shen Chong's soul, this top-grade magic weapon will change owners.

Qi Wanyan gently held the fireball of ten feet in his left hand, stood out of thin air, and his clothes were hunting, and looked at Shen Chong with condescending eyes:

"It seems that you still have a trace of the prince's blood. I want to let you live, but you don't know how to praise. You can't escape death today." Qi Wanyan got the Chiyuan Sword, and he was even more relieved that without this fire magic weapon, he would not be restrained by himself with the other party's thunder Taoism.