Chapter 2291 The waters of the River of Forgetfulness are rolling in, and the eight-level Yuanling rings the sun and the moon

Lord Wangyou City turned around and looked at Chu Yue with cold eyes.

"Young people, you should focus on the right path, instead of using unsightly means and saying things that are contrary to the sect's principles. It will only harm yourself."

"Miss Bai, let's go. Since it belongs to your Sword Sect, no one can take it away. A few words and a few words will not accomplish great things, nor will you become a master."

Bai Qiao breathed a sigh of relief after being rescued by the Lord of Wangyou City, saving the mountains of Dao Zong.

And when the Lord of Wangyou City spoke, every word turned into the pressure of the Ruixu Realm, like a broken mountain, heading straight towards Chu Yue from all directions.

Countless pressures converged into one, like a sealed cage that was constantly shrinking.

It's like thousands of arrows fired in unison, piercing Chu Yue's soul with perfect accuracy.

Yuan Lingshi!

Everyone was shocked.

Eighth-level Yuanling masters are Mahayana masters.

The Lord of Wangyou City's eyes were as cold as water, and he looked coldly at the young man under the pressure of the storm.

Chu Yue faced the Mahayana spells of the eighth-level Yuanling master, and the power of her spirit was like a bell ringing in her mind.

"Lord City Lord, I was just joking with Miss Bai, why should I be so angry?"

The young man still thought about talking, which surprised everyone again.

The disciples of the Nebula Sect were about to protect her. Shi Qinglian and Shi Ziyang looked at each other, thinking that after the Lord of Wangyou City got angry, the disciples of the Nebula Sect were injured so that they could lead Ye Chuyue's army.

Suddenly, he saw the young man shuttle out like a streak of light, as if an arrow had been lifted off the string and flew into the air.

Chu Yue sat cross-legged and exploded two-thirds of her original body.

All the original energy that can be understood flows from the soul, as vast as a river and sea, and is sealed between heaven and earth.

The power of the source is faintly flashing with light golden light.

A protective aperture was formed, fitting around Chu Yue's body like armor.

Immediately, the power of the soul was unleashed.

The sky is changing.

The waters of the River of Forgetfulness roll up to the sky.

The young man raised his chin, opened his eyes slightly, a bright golden light flashed through his pupils, and the power of his soul made the sky filled with the sound of explosions.

"Eighth level Yuanling master? Junior brother Ye is the eighth level Yuanling master?"

Duan Qinghuan's eyes widened, his breathing was slightly stifled, and he was immediately filled with boundless joy, so much so that he smiled extremely exaggeratedly.

Senior brother Zhao Fuchen even expressed a sense of relief that "my son has just grown up."

Ming Shaoxia touched his chin.

Damn it.

Junior Brother Ye is even more handsome.

The spiritual power of Lord Wangyou gathered into a leopard and collided with Chu Yue's body-protecting energy.

Both have disappeared.

The young man lowered his eyes and looked down. Fire erupted from his body, forming a flaming imperial concubine's couch beneath him.

She was lying on the couch, so graceful and leisurely, with a leisurely and comfortable attitude. She slowly flapped the Origin Fan in her hand, curled her lips and said with a clear voice: "I am not talented, I am just eight steps, and I have disappointed the city lord."

The Lord of Wangyou City was speechless, a look of surprise appeared in his eyes, and he stared at Chu Yue with both eyes.

An eighth-level Yuanling master is equivalent to a thirty-star Martial God realm.

However, due to the rarity of Yuanling masters, the difficulty of cultivation is very high. Coupled with the dual cultivation of Xingyuan, the master of Wangyou City, it is even more difficult.

The so-called star refers to martial arts, and it also refers to the martial arts after returning to the ruins realm.

To put it bluntly, if a mortal is extremely skilled in cultivation, he can lead a star to change his body and forcibly lift his physique, which sounds extraordinary.

Qing Ruoshui looked up at Chu Yue and smiled tenderly.

His big brother...

It's so arrogant that people don't know what to do.

If you make enemies like this, attract the wind like this, you may have countless enemies.

He had no choice but to practice hard and protect this mad brother and this stupid third brother.

Ning Su's eyes were full of heat, his heart was beating wildly, and he was obviously very excited. He felt the same as You Rong, and felt that he was following Guangzong Yaozu in an instant.

Not far away, an old laughter could be heard.

The God of War from Kansai stroked his snow-white beard and said with a smile: "A hero comes from a young boy, Nebula Sect, okay. Three hundred years ago, the ten major sects came to Wangyou City to perform tasks, and there was such a genius, but he was

A genius of three cultivations. He practiced martial arts, spiritual arts, and magic. It's a pity that he thought he could go to the upper world to show off his skills, and he never thought of dying."

Mentioning this genius, the disciples of the Nebula Sect changed from the previous carnival and excitement to seriousness.

That was the closest the Nebula Sect was to the top of the top ten sects.

That genius is only half a step away from the supreme master.

And the day he broke through to the Supreme Grandmaster was also the Day of the Gods in the Poseidon Middle Realm.

That day, hundreds of masters from the Huaqing Sect beheaded their senior brother.

He has a good name: eliminating harm for the people.

Disciples who have seen that day will never forget it.

I will never forget that day there was a rain of blood, and it was their senior brother who was shattered into rain.

"Children, there is no shortage of geniuses in this world, and there is no shortage of geniuses who die young."

The robes of the God of War in Kansai were rustling, his eyebrows were stained with regret, his eyes were looking deeply at the young man, and his words were serious and sincere.

"Look at the ups and downs of this world, the Hell of Hell, and look at the white snow of the River of Forgetfulness, where piles of bones are piled up like geniuses."

The old man was heartbroken.

He has seen too many people die young.

Or the young man whom the Nebula Sect met by chance.

Or maybe it's his own son.

grandson.

And the wife who lived a heroic life but died completely dead.

Chu Yue's eyes flashed slightly as she looked at the God of War in Kansai from afar.

In Wangyou City, there are mostly human races contaminated with all kinds of crooked ways.

Even the Lord of Wangyou City has a bit of a fox aura.

But the God of War in Kansai is different. He is the only pure person in Wangyou City.

As a human being, he protects this city as the God of War.

At first glance, it sounds obviously nonsense.

The young man saw a hint of pain in the old man's eyes.

Then he clasped his fists and said loudly:

"Junior, please follow the teachings of your seniors."

The old man was about to leave with the knife in hand. Suddenly, he looked at the humble young man and smiled kindly.

"Good boy, I wish you good luck."

Heavy snow fell one after another.

Under the sun and moonlight, one city is divided into two.

The afterglow of golden light and dark red clouds are so beautiful.

The cold moon is beautiful, like the old figures, it is desolate and desolate.

The old man walked into the slum alone.

Chu Yue watched the bleak wind and snow roll up, brushing past the lonely figure of the old man leaning against the moon.

No matter how tall he looks, his figure is so weak.

Chu Yue withdrew her eyes and fell back to the ground.

"Your name is Ye Chuyue, right?" City Lord Wangyou said, "I remember you."

Then, with a single call and a hundred responses, his legs were slender and snow-white, he stepped into the heavy snow and walked into the practice area, heading straight to the luxurious and gorgeous city lord's mansion.

Chu Yue watched the city lord go away, and then asked: "Senior Sister Qinghuan, Senior Brother Fushen, who are the three cultivators mentioned by the God of War in Kansai?"
To be continued...