MTL - I Have a Luck Altar-Chapter 788 Qianqiu fell!

  Chapter 788 A Thousand Years Fall!

  At this moment, the sky and the earth froze, and the turbulent flow of the surrounding void froze in place. From a distance, it seemed that this was not a real world at all, but just a picture scroll.

  Chen Yuan's eyes widened. He seemed to see the real face of Chu Taizu in front of him through endless time and space. His appearance was ordinary and his body was ordinary, but his eyes showed majesty.

  It seems that no one in this world can be rampant in front of him, and he is confident that he can sweep away all enemies.

  The sharp air hurt the skin and penetrated deep into the bone marrow, but neither Chen Yuan nor Chu Taizu seemed to care. The eyes of both sides met, as if they contained everything in the world.

   It was the faint breeze that blew the cheeks again, and the god-killing spear that could pierce Chen Yuan's body did not move any further. Behind Chen Yuan, there was also an illusory figure that slowly condensed.

  The body shape, appearance, and momentum are all the same as Chu Taizu.

  The only difference is that one is more than a hundred feet tall, and the other is only about the same size as Chen Yuan, which is a replica of Taizu Chu that has been shrunk hundreds of times.

"good."

  A majestic voice came into Chen Yuan's ears very clearly, as if he had sensed his powerful aptitude, he praised him from the bottom of his heart.

   "The way of the **** of war lies in oneself. Those who can do what ordinary people can't do are called gods of war. Follow the example of the predecessors and walk with blood, but they will still fall behind in the end.

  The inside and the outside are united, the heaven and the earth return to their hearts, and my way is the way.”

  The majestic voice continued to sound, and it was transmitted to Chen Yuan's ears. It seemed that Chu Taizu was telling him the true way of martial arts. In just a few hundred words, it contained his life's understanding.

  Of course, to have such an opportunity, the first key point is to go through the eight-layer thunder tribulation and consolidate the foundation of the soul to a terrible level. Only in this way can it withstand the double pressure of the rules of heaven and earth and the rules of the flesh.

   Those who are under the eighth level of lightning calamity are almost impossible.

  Chen Yuan slowly closed his eyes, and Chu Taizu's voice kept echoing in his heart, it seemed that every time he heard it, his mind would become clearer.

   But in the outside world, Xiang Qianqiu was taken aback by the picture shown. He looked at this scene in disbelief, his eyes full of shock.

impossible!

impossible! !

  Why did the brand of Taizu not hurt Chen Yuan? Why. Why!

  It seemed that a long time had passed in my heart, but it was only a short moment in the outside world. The phantom of the hundred-foot-high Taizu slowly dissipated into the void.

   Only the killing gun was left in place.

  The illusory figure behind him also turned into an invisible streamer and penetrated into the God Killing Spear, returning to calm.

  Chen Yuan slowly opened his eyes, glanced at the God-killing Spear indifferently, stretched out his hand, and the God-killing Spear quickly fell into the palm of his hand, conveying more intimacy.

  As for Xiang Qianqiu, he felt extremely empty at this moment. He lost control of the God-killing Spear that he had cultivated for more than two hundred years in an instant, as if the connection between him and the God-killing Spear had been cut off directly.

   "Not impossible!"

  Xiang Qianqiu seems to be unable to accept all this in a short period of time. Obviously, he has used the strongest hole card of the Xiang family, and even the earth immortal has hope to suppress and kill him. How could such a situation happen.

  The brand of Taizu disappeared, and the God-killing Spear lost control. What did Chen Yuan do!

   "What exactly did you do to the God-killing Gun? Why. Why. Tell me, tell me!" Xiang Qianqiu stared at Chen Yuan with a little madness.

   "Because, you are not worthy."

  Chen Yuan held the God-killing Spear tightly, and looked straight at Xiang Qianqiu. His calm expression formed an extremely sharp contrast with the crazy Xiang Qianqiu.

"I do not deserve?"

  Xiang Qianqiu pointed at himself, feeling extremely ridiculous, and gritted his teeth:

   "What are you kidding, I am not worthy? I am not worthy? Impossible! Impossible! This seat is willing to hide for hundreds of years for the sake of Da Chu and the Xiang family.

  For the sake of the great cause, he secretly planned for hundreds of years, in order to become a person like Taizu, I sat by and watched Xuanling commit suicide, and remained indifferent to Huaiyi's fall.

   Extracted the blood essence of an unknown number of family members to leave behind you, gave away everything I could, sacrificed the god-killing gun day and night.

  My Xiang family regards the God-killing Spear as the inheritance of the Taizu, and they are extremely respectful. Now...you say I'm not worthy? Why do you say that, what qualifications do you have! "

  Xiang Qianqiu lost his former demeanor and kept roaring at Chen Yuan.

  If it was just because of failure, he wouldn’t be here. At worst, he would just leave again. After all, it’s not like he hasn’t failed before, so what’s the point in starting from scratch?

   What really made him lose his composure was the collapse of his beliefs over the years. The imprint left by the Taizu did not want to hurt Chen Yuan.

  He refused to accept it!

  He is unwilling!

   "Do you think this king is joking?"

  Chen Yuan said lightly.

  Xiang Qianqiu clenched his fists tightly, his eyes were about to split open, and the veins all over his body were bulging, and he shouted loudly:

   "Tell me! Tell me!"

   "Do you think that you have put in a lot of hard work and paid a price that ordinary people can't understand, so the God-killing Spear and the Taizu Brand will definitely be your trump cards?"

   "Isn't it?"

   "Of course not! Taizu's brand, don't say that I am a blood descendant of the Xiang family, even if I am not, he will not hurt me."

"Why?"

"Because, I have the aptitude to be another Chu Taizu, and even surpass it, but you are not. Everything you do is just to follow in his footsteps, but this is even more difficult to hope for." , imitate others, repeat others, from the bottom of my heart, I will feel that I am not as good as my predecessors.

  But as a latecomer, one should have the confidence to transcend everything, and push the self-confidence of the world, what is the way of the martial arts? The God of Martial Dao is unique throughout the ages.

  If you can succeed just by imitating the predecessors, the ancestors of your Xiang family clearly knew that they should first break through the physical body, and then break through the soul, but why can't they do it?

  Others don't know the key to this, but you, the members of the Xiang family, have fallen into this misunderstanding. "

   "How are you better than me?"

  Xiang Qianqiu suddenly raised his head and asked with long hair.

  Chen Yuan smiled lightly. He could have said nothing so much, but at this moment, seeing Xiang Qianqiu's state of mind almost collapsed, sometimes not saying something, he would really feel extremely regretful in the future.

  Whoever it is, hundreds of years of planning will come to naught, and they will definitely fall into madness.

"tell me!"

   Seeing that Chen Yuan didn't answer, Xiang Qianqiu continued to question.

   "If my predictions are correct, you should be the Yang God of the Seventh Stage Thunder Tribulation, right?"

"yes."

   "Then do you know how many thunder disasters I am?"

   "You surpassed the seventh level?"

  Xiang Qianqiu's eyes widened.

  He once aroused the eighth-level tribulation cloud, but it was a pity that it still dispersed after all, and he also knew how difficult it was to surpass the seventh-level thunder calamity.

   "That's right, I have far surpassed the Seventh Level Thunder Tribulation, and because of this, in fact, a long time ago, I got a trace of the Great Ancestor's brand.

  Because I have the hope to really step into the way of the Martial God, but you, limited by your aptitude and mentality, will never succeed.

   In this way, Fang can withstand the double pressure from the heaven and earth and the flesh, now. Do you understand? "

  Chen Yuan looked down at Xiang Qianqiu.

   "So that's how it is, hehehe. So it turns out that I was just a frog in a well who was overwhelmed from the beginning to the end, and everything I gave was meaningless."

  Xiang Qianqiu talked to himself, sometimes laughing, sometimes sad.

   And his expression made Chen Yuan feel a sense of comfort from the heart. From a long time ago, Xiang Qianqiu was his shadow.

   It is his confidant's serious trouble, plotting again and again, breaking the situation again and again, Xiang Qianqiu has almost run through his growth in recent years.

finally,

  Finally, Xiang Qianqiu, who had a high self-esteem, collapsed before his eyes.

  At this time, he suddenly understood why those villains always talked so much nonsense at critical moments, because it was the comfort that could emanate from his heart.

   Wealth and honor do not return home, like walking in brocade clothes at night.

  If Xiang Qianqiu really died so simply, I really feel sorry for this scene, and also sorry for the distress he has been plotted by Xiang Qianqiu for so long.

   "Now that it's clear, let's hit the road."

  Looking at the crazy Xiang Qianqiu, Chen Yuan said softly.

   "Hehe. You and this seat are just brothers. Why do you think you can kill me? If I fall, do you think you can get out of it?"

   Xiang Qianqiu, who was in a frenzy, quickly sobered up and let out a sneer.

   "You are a talented person, but it's a pity that you still can't see the situation clearly. It's said that the Taizu once branded me on me, and now the God Killing Spear is also in my hands.

  The advantage is mine, do you understand? "

   "Hahaha, arrogance, arrogance! Can you kill me with a gun?"

   "The strength of your life is nothing more than the Taizu brand, which is the source of your motivation, but if you die on it, I don't know if you will never be reconciled."

"What did you say?"

  Xiang Qianqiu suddenly had a bad feeling.

  Chen Yuan took a deep breath, calmed down, his body quickly split into gaps, and drops of blood instantly melted into the God Killing Spear. He nodded slightly, and whispered:

   "Please Taizu!"

  Suddenly, the color of the void changed, and the method Xiang Qianqiu showed before reappeared at this moment, and a tall and terrifying figure quickly condensed.

   With the killing gun in hand, the killing intent shot straight to the sky, and directly locked on to Xiang Qianqiu.

  From the moment Taizu's brand was condensed, Xiang Qianqiu was terrified, only feeling cold all over, and wanted to run for his life without the slightest hesitation.

  But he also experienced everything that Chen Yuan had experienced just now, the whole world suddenly froze, and Xiang Qianqiu's shocked expression was still on his face.

  Taizu phantom handed it lightly, directly penetrated time and space, and arrived at Xiang Qianqiu in an instant, his eyes were also filled with a look of despair.

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

   "Boom!"

  Before Chen Yuanzhen killed Xiang Qianqiu, the confrontation between Mo Luo and the Patriarch of the Hall of Seven Kills was almost at the end, because the two sides left each other with their own means.

  Moro suffered serious injuries, but the Patriarch of the Seven Killing Palace fell into a state of serious injuries. Moro was always at a disadvantage and could only struggle hard.

  He regretted coming this time. The benefit has not been fully obtained, but the injury is almost life-threatening. Another double of Shenyuan will not make up for his loss.

  He only wants to hear the news of Chen Yuan's death and the news of Xiang Qianqiu's rush to help, but unfortunately, there has never been any movement in the surrounding void.

  His aura also slipped rapidly.

  Finally, after another confrontation, the Patriarch of the Palace of Seven Kills had already lost one arm. Feeling his own injury, he felt more and more withdrawn.

  I don’t want to fight Moro any more. It’s okay for the other party to die, but he is so desperate for his life. He glared at Moro fiercely, and said coldly:

   "Today's enmity, I have written it down, and I will return it in the future."

   "The donor has no future."

  Mo Luo glanced at the Patriarch of the Seven Killing Hall, and the aura around him rose even more. The terrifying golden body of a thousand feet radiated golden light again, and the powerful force swept through the void.

   "I'm going to die when I die, but don't you care about Chen Yuan? Do you think that he, a half-immortal, can stand up against Xiang Qianqiu's opponent who is also holding a god-killing gun in the fairyland?"

   Mo Luo frowned slightly, but then relaxed again:

   "It's not too bad."

"you"

  The Patriarch of the Palace of Seven Kills was suffocated, and immediately stopped talking. He tore open the crack in the void and fled away. At worst, he would just circle around here. Anyway, he didn't want to fight this dead donkey again.

  Moro remained silent, and stretched out a finger, trying to freeze the void and prevent the opponent from leaving. As long as he was within the range of the fight, it would be very difficult to leave, depending on whether the opponent agreed.

  However, it was also at this time that an incomparably majestic and terrifying aura quickly permeated the void. Even Mo Luo and the Patriarch of the Hall of Seven Killers couldn't believe that level of aura and majesty.

   This is probably an existence beyond the power of the fairyland, how could it be possible to escape here?

  The Patriarch of the Palace of Seven Kills was extremely panicked, and without hesitation began to burn the power of the primordial spirit, wanting to escape from this place, for fear of becoming a target for the confrontation of the powerful.

  The same is true for Mo Luo, with an extremely solemn face, and he no longer pays attention to the escape of the Patriarch of the Seven Killing Palace, and is even more worried about Chen Yuan's safety at the moment.

   It's a pity that there is no message from the heavenly book.

  He even took out Lu Chengfeng's token, his eyes struggled a little, and his soul was a little frightened by the terrifying aura, probably only someone like Lu Chengfeng could face it.

   What exactly happened? !

   Could it be that the gate of immortality is wide open, and the realm of immortality is impossible?

   Otherwise, how to explain?

   It can't be the disturbance caused by Chen Yuan and Xiang Qianqiu, right?

  The god-killing spear pierced Xiang Qianqiu's forehead, nailing him to death in the void. Facing the terrifying Taizu brand, he had no effective means of resistance at all.

  All defenses collapse instantly.

   And he didn't have Chen Yuan's Altar of Luck as his confidence. The God Killing Spear ignored his once-temporary master, and released his power without hesitation.

  Chen Yuan looked calm and breathed a sigh of relief.

   Xiang Qianqiu, the great enemy, has finally been completely resolved.

  (end of this chapter)