Chapter 1416

Hurry!

When Xuanzun's slightly cold voice sounded, the sound of water flowing suddenly sounded between the sky and the earth. Then, countless sights were shaking and saw a dark and sticky river that was gushing out of Xuanzun's body at this time, and in a blink of an eye, it covered most of the sky.

The black water churned, which was obviously light and agile, but it gave people a feeling of being as heavy as a mountain, and at the same time it exuded an extremely cold and cold atmosphere, which directly caused the water vapor between the sky and the earth to start to freeze, and then turned into snowflakes falling all over the sky.

Xuan Zun stood above Xuanming's Dharma body, staring at Mu Chen with cold eyes, and the black river was like a black giant dragon winding around, releasing terrifying power.

Xuan Zun's spiritual power obviously exerted his combat power to the extreme. Faced with this offensive, even strong people who are both immortals will be extremely scared and dare not regret it.

When the battle situation reached this point, anyone could see that Xuan Zun had already exerted his anger and began to use his killer moves.

"Is this old guy actually a divine vein?" The black river was reflected in Mu Chen's pupils, and his expression also seemed a little solemn. He obviously noticed the power contained in the black river.

"go!"

While Mu Chen was concentrating on his mind, Xuan Zun didn't say a word of nonsense, just stretched out his finger and pointed it in the air at Mu Chen from afar.

Hurry!

The black river tumbling up and fell directly from the sky. It rumbling down towards Mu Chen. Billion tons of river water fell down, and the space collapsed instantly. The impact was enough to crush the spiritual body of a spiritual supreme emperor into a pool of meat mud.

Faced with Xuanzun's attack, many people were sweating for Mu Chen. Don't look at Mu Chen's many tricks, but if he couldn't stop the black river, even if he had the three qi and the three purities, he would probably have to be crushed together.

Under the various gazes, Mu Chen also looked up at the landing black river. Then he took a deep breath and saw that there were ancient purple light patterns on the surface of his body illuminating.

One, two, three, eight!

When the eight purple light patterns lit up, purple fires gathered in Mu Chen's mouth. The next moment, he opened his mouth and squirted towards the black river.

Huh!

A purple fire flow spewed out of Mu Chen's mouth at this time, like a purple flame dragon with its teeth and claws, roaring, heading towards it, and was with the black river.

Hissing!

When Ziyan touched the Heihe River, hissing sound suddenly erupted in the sky, and bursts of smoke rose, covering the sky and the sun.

However, the domineering behavior of purple flames is obviously shocking. I can only see that no matter how black torrent pours out, it will be impossible to make an inch.

"No wonder this purple flame is so domineering. It turns out that it is the spiritual power derived from Mu Chen's Eight Divine Veins!"

When everyone saw this scene, they finally understood the origin of the domineering purple flame. Mu Chen had only used it once before, so they had not yet discovered Mu Chen's Eight Divine Vein. But at this time, Mu Chen's full force urged, the Eight Divine Vein naturally appeared on his body.

Those in the mysterious vein saw Mu Chen's Eight Divine Vein a little gloomy face, especially the mysterious light on the mysterious vein. You should know that in the past few years, Qing Yanjing, the only one in the ancient Futu tribe, was the Eight Divine Vein. However, now, this second Eight Divine Vein actually appeared on Mu Chen.

Doesn’t this mean that the blood purity of the Qing Yanjing and Mu Chen are the strongest among the ancient Futu tribes?

Compared with the jealousy of Xuan Mai, some cheers broke out on the Qing Mai, especially Qing Tian, ​​Qing Xuan and others were relieved and relieved. Such talent is truly worthy of being the child of Qing Yanjing.

However, when the members of the ancient Futu tribes were in different moods, the great elder Futu Xuan on the main peak also stared at Mu Chen with sharp eyes like an eagle and falcon. He looked at the purple light on Mu Chen's body. After a moment, he snorted coldly, and a slightly annoyed voice sounded: "Hmph, what Eight Divine Veins, this divine Vein is clearly owned by Qing Yanjing. It seems that when she was pregnant with him, she stripped her divine Vein and planted it on him."

After all, Futu Xuan is the Supreme Holy Heaven, and he also has a good understanding of the Eight Divine Veins of Yanjing of Qing Dynasty. So now Mu Chen has noticed it and has seen the clues as soon as he uses it.

When the ancient Butu tribe members heard the Great Elder's words, they were stunned. Then many people said sourly: "This is really a good mother!"

When Xuan Luo heard this, he was also extremely jealous, but he sneered: "No wonder Mu Chen has amazing talent. It turns out that it was because Qing Yanjing gave him his Eight Divine Vein."

"If it weren't for the Eight Divine Vein, Mu Chen, a sinful son, would he dare to compare with me?"

The tribesmen of the Xuan Vein around them also nodded. They thought Mu Chen had no resources and started from scratch, but now it seems that Qing Yanjing left him an unparalleled treasure.

Although it does not mean that having the Eight Divine Veins can achieve amazing results, it can at least improve the success rate and will also be ahead of ordinary people in many practices.

However, in the case of being prejudiced against Mu Chen, these people obviously attributed Mu Chen's success to all the Eight Divine Vein left to him by the Qing Yanjing.

Fu Tu Xuan's voice was also taken into Mu Chen's ears, but his eyes had not even fluctuated, and he just looked up at the place where the purple flame collided with the black river.

Although both sides were in a stalemate, Mu Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, because he vaguely felt that the black river seemed to contain a force and had not yet erupted.

His gaze swept towards Xuanzun not far away, and he really saw that the latter's expression was also indifferent, without any anger caused by the stalemate.

Xuan Zun noticed Mu Chen's gaze and also cast his sight. Then he smiled indifferently and said with a slight mockery: "The Eight Divine Veins of Qing Yanjing are indeed powerful."

Mu Chen had no expression on his face, as if he had never heard of his sarcasm.

Xuan Zun stood with his hands behind his back and said, "It's not easy to block my Xuanming Ji River. Your Zi Yan, this is a bit difficult. If you and I are at a considerable level, I think my Xuanming Ji River should not be able to stop you."

Although his Xuanming Ji Die River is just a spiritual power derived from the seven divine veins, no matter what, Xuan Zun is the immortal-grade heavenly supreme, while Mu Chen is only a spiritual-grade one, and the gap between the two is there.

"It's just a pity that there is no absolute fairness in this world. Since you want to provoke my Xuanhu, you naturally have to have the awareness of failure."

When Xuanzun said this, he shook his head, then he took a deep breath, and suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of essence and blood, directly falling into the tumbling black river.

Boom boom boom boom!

When the blood fell down, the originally calm black river suddenly rolled wildly, and at the same time its size began to shrink rapidly. The color was pitch black with a hint of dark red color.

Hissing!

With this transformation, the purple flame dragon that could have resisted suddenly burst out with rich white mist. A trace of purple flame, facing the bite of the black torrent, began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Seeing this scene, countless strong men in the world were uproared, and the clear-cut tribe members' expressions changed drastically.

Everyone could see that Xuanzun's offensive began to show its might, and Mu Chen suffered a loss in the end because his strength was relatively low. Even if he had the Eight Divine Veins, he would not be able to do anything.

The black river roared and crushed, and the purple-fire dragon retreated step by step and failed to form an army.

"Mu Chen has lost."

Seeing this scene, many strong men shook their heads with regret. The situation has come to this point and their advantages are completely controlled by Xuan Zun. As long as they take advantage of the situation, Mu Chen will undoubtedly be defeated.

Qingtian, Qingxuan and others looked pale, but they didn't expect Mu Chen to make great progress, but they would fall in this last step.

However, they also knew that Mu Chen should have tried his best. Being able to fight to such an extent with his early spiritual level strength is enough to show his extraordinaryness.

"After today, no matter what, I will do my best to protect Mu Chen from clearing my meridians." Qingtian said with a gloomy face. He knew that Xuanmai and others would definitely not give up afterwards, so they could not sit still and watch.

Qingxuan and Qingyun both nodded.

"The overall situation has been settled." The mysterious light at the head of the mysterious meridian also breathed a sigh of relief, and then his eyes were exposed to a cold light. Since Mu Chen failed, their mysterious meridians and the Mo Vein could control the Elders' Courtyard. At that time, this kid must pay the price!

Boom boom!

The black river roared past, and the purple flame dragon was about to dissipate. Xuan Zun looked at this scene, then looked at Mu Chen coldly, and said in a indifferent tone: "You lost."

"The immortal product has its own advantages."

Mu Chen ignored him, but sighed, if both sides were at the same level, he had confidence and directly used purple flame to burn the Xuanming Misty River to clean.

Xuan Zun looked at Mu Chen coldly. The latter did not show any fear, which made him slightly dissatisfied. It was obvious that he thought the latter was showing off his strength, so he sneered and waved his sleeves.

boom!

The black river crushed down, the purple-flame dragon was completely extinguished, and the river rolled down, and it covered Mu Chen in front of it.

"When I capture you, you can sigh at your stupidity."

Crazy.

In the countless sights, the black river rolled down, covering Mu Chen with a overwhelming force. This situation was obviously a sure defeat.

Many strong men shook their heads secretly. It was a pity that Mu Chen was only one step away from success. Unexpectedly, he was still blocked. This mysterious vein is indeed the largest vein of the ancient Futu tribe.

The black river was reflected in his pupils, but facing such a desperate situation, Mu Chen's expression was neither happy nor sad, and he seemed to murmuring: "Since the Eight Divine Veins cannot fill the gap between them... Then, let's change one."

His hands slowly closed, and then, a brilliant light began to burst out from his body.

At the same time, the eight ancient purple light patterns on the surface of his body seemed to turn into chaotic colors at a speed visible to the naked eye. And, after the eighth way, a chaotic light condensed and gradually turned into the ninth light pattern...

When the ninth light pattern formed on Mu Chen's body, the elder Futu Xuan, who had been calm on the main peak, suddenly changed his expression and stood up suddenly, looking at the figure in the distant sky with incredible eyes.

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Chapter completed!