Chapter 334 The great power falls and is alone with the Holy Lord of Lihua Palace

  The formation collapsed, and Li Changan risked his life, tearing a gap in the barrier.

  The body decomposed, the limbs were shattered into dregs, the black knife in his hand also broke into dozens of pieces, and the aura was lost.

  Li Chang'an knew that he would not survive, so before he died, he let his soul slip into the gap and saw the entire imperial palace.

  "So this is the complete imperial pattern..."

  Without any obstruction, Li Changan's soul could clearly see the ninety-nine palaces in the imperial palace, as well as the ancient imperial patterns wrapped around every corner of the palace.

  At this moment, Li Changan felt very small.

  So what about the monks in the realm of the Divine Bridge? Before they reach the other shore, they are still just ants in the secular world.

  "It's worth it."

  In an instant, the power of the imperial pattern passed by and wiped out Li Changan's soul.

  At this point, a great master of Shenqiao who dominated the world came to the end of his life and came to a close.

  "Lao Li!"

  Old Man Feng from the Kunlun Realm looked at the scene of Li Changan's death, his heart ached, and he shouted loudly.

  The death of his old friend and his confusion about his future made it difficult for Old Man Feng to calm down and he had mixed emotions.

  Someone originally wanted to take the opportunity to take action and tear open the crack in the barrier.

  However, with the fall of Li Changan, the cracks quickly repaired themselves and remained intact, cutting off those people's thoughts.

  "The Imperial Palace is not to be explored, leave quickly."

  Some old guys were really scared, dragging their injured bodies and leaving in shock.

  "Manpower cannot break the barrier outside the imperial palace. We mortals should not have wishful thinking."

  Hundreds of powerful men were more or less injured and did not dare to act rashly. They were filled with fear deep in their hearts.

  "It makes us see hope, and then makes us feel despair. Why!"

  Many old people looked up to the sky and sighed, looking at the imperial palace with mixed emotions.

  It's obviously so close, but it's like two worlds, untouchable.

  "Let's go!"

  The most important thing now is to go back and find a safe place to retreat and recuperate, so as not to be taken advantage of by hostile forces.

  In just a few hours, more than half of the people in this area of ​​Desolate Star were missing.

  It won't be long before the news about the imperial palace will spread all over the world. There are many people in the world who are not afraid of death, and they will definitely take huge risks to seek amazing opportunities.

  The danger in the imperial palace exceeded the original expectations of the world's strongest men.

  This storm is not over, but has just begun.

  For a long time in the future, monks from all walks of life will focus on the Imperial Palace.

  On top of the chariot of Ewha Palace.

  Chen Qingyuan and others witnessed this scene with their own eyes and had an intuitive understanding of the ancient emperor's methods, which was extremely shocking.

  "Holy girl, you lost the bet."

  After coming back to his senses, Chen Qingyuan turned to look at Wang Shutong, who was still in a daze beside him, and whispered.

  Wang Shutong's eyelids trembled slightly and he looked at Chen Qingyuan.

  Despite her cold appearance, she was very uncomfortable inside.

  Three top-quality spiritual veins were equivalent to Wang Shutong's entire family fortune.

  To be honest, Wang Shutong really didn't expect that he would lose.

  All the heroes in the world worked together, but they couldn't break the barrier outside the imperial palace. It was incredible.

  "Holy girl, you don't want to default on your debt, do you?"

  Chen Qingyuan said when Wang Shutong didn't respond.

  "It's just a few spiritual veins, so I won't default on my debt."

  It was a matter of face, so Wang Shutong could only fulfill the bet.

  With a wave of his sleeves, a Sumeru ring floated towards Chen Qingyuan.

  Chen Qingyuan checked the ring and found that there were a lot of spiritual stones piled inside, almost equal to three top-quality spiritual veins. ъìqυgΕtv.℃ǒΜ

  "Thank you."

  Then, Chen Qingyuan put the spirit stone into his space artifact and returned the empty Xumi ring to Wang Shutong.

  The two parties signed a pre-gambling agreement, and Wang Shutong had no choice but to default on the bill.

  Wang Shutong was in a very uncomfortable mood. Not only did he lose his family fortune, but the Lord Lihua was also injured.

  Whoosh!

  Not long after, Holy Lord Liu Nansheng flashed onto the chariot.

  "Master, are you okay?"

  Wang Shutong hurried forward and asked worriedly.

  "It's okay."

  Liu Nansheng was so strong that even if he was injured, it wouldn't hurt him at all, he said expressionlessly.

  At this time, Liu Nansheng passed through the crowd and walked straight towards Chen Qingyuan.

  "Junior Chen Qingyuan, greetings to seniors."

  Chen Qingyuan originally wanted to pretend to be a little transparent, but it seemed that he had no chance, so he quickly bowed and saluted.

  "No courtesy."

  Liu Nansheng has been secretly observing Chen Qingyuan for a long time and is very interested in this unparalleled evildoer.

  After getting up, Chen Qingyuan and Liu Nansheng looked at each other, feeling extremely stressed.

  The middle-aged woman in front of her is one of the most legendary women in the world. Even compared with Dean Daoyi, I'm afraid it's not much inferior.

  "Senior, is there something wrong?"

  Chen Qingyuan asked forcefully when he found that Liu Nansheng had been staring at him and never left.

  "I have heard about you and am very interested in you."

  Liu Nansheng was straightforward and expressed his thoughts.

  "Senior suppresses the Southern Territory and has many things to do every day. It is my honor to be interested in my affairs."

  After being stunned for a moment, Chen Qingyuan immediately complimented.

  "Are you afraid of me?"

  How could Liu Nansheng not hear such obvious flattery.

  "It's not fear, it's respect."

  Chen Qingyuan explained.

  "I invite you for a cup of tea, would you be willing?"

  There is no need to plan for the imperial palace for the time being, and Liu Nansheng is unwilling to leave just now, so he plans to rest in the chariot. Now that she has free time, she wants to get to know Chen Qingyuan well.

  "Of course I do."

  I wanted to refuse, but I didn't have the right.

  Chen Qingyuan pretended to be honored on the surface, but felt helpless in his heart.

  A room in the chariot has an antique feel and is filled with incense.

  There is a row of screens placed inside the house, depicting lifelike scenery, including mountains, rivers, the country, the sun, the moon, and stars.

  Sitting on the inside of the screen was Holy Master Liu Nansheng.

  Outside, Chen Qingyuan is sitting upright.

  There is fragrant tea on the table in front of you. The aroma of tea and incense overlap and hit your nose, making you intoxicated.

  It was very quiet in the Accord. Chen Qingyuan could clearly hear the beating of his own heart, which made him feel nervous.

  "I have a question. Can you please answer it, Xiaoyou Chen?"

  Liu Nansheng took a sip of tea and said softly.

  "Senior, please speak."

  After finishing speaking, Chen Qingyuan held his breath and concentrated.

  "Buddhism has never asked about the affairs of the mortal world. Why is it so friendly to you and even gave you the relics of the previous abbot."

  Liu Nansheng asked.

  "Actually, I don't know much about this matter." In front of such a big boss, Chen Qingyuan could not lie, so he could only tell the truth: "A hundred years ago, I went to the East at the command of my master and helped the Buddhist town kill a statue. The devil. Afterwards, Buddhism gave me a Buddhist bead."

  "That devil, is he dead?"

  For many years, Liu Nansheng has not cared about Dongtu. Suddenly hearing that the devil had died, a complex look that was difficult to conceal flashed across her eyes, and her tone was a bit surprised and shocked.

  Buddhism has always concealed the matter of the devil, and since it has only been a hundred years, it is normal that the news has not spread.