Vol 3 Chapter 54: Return

What is the crime of the Chen family?
When this vigorous voice sounded, everyone raised their heads and looked at the sky, following the direction of the sound.
I saw that the dark sky that was originally like the last days suddenly flashed a cold light.
This cold light is like a meteor piercing the darkness, accompanied by a dazzling streamer, whizzing.
It was a sword, a sword from thousands of miles away.
Thousands of miles away, a thousand years ago, there was a Nine Dragon pulling a coffin that fell on Qinglong Mountain. This sword came from the man in the coffin, the first generation of celestial beings under the tomb of the Chen family, who was so mad that he dared to ascend to the sky and kill the gods. .
When this sword was blowing in the strong wind, it flew with the sound of dragon chants.
Among the feng shui heavenly masters, an old man stepped out.
The old man squatted his back slightly, and a strong sense of war flitted across his gully face.
He was called Wang Shengfu, deaf in both ears, and he was called Wang Deaf, a deaf, two blind, three lame, and four ghosts.
The Wang Deaf who once sealed his throat with a sword for thousands of miles.
He carried a sword on his back, a copper coin sword that seemed inconspicuous.
The two deaf ears moved, and Wang Lingzi pulled out the nine-eyed copper coin sword.
The sword body was patina and was covered with gaps, and each gap represented his great achievements.
The Qi machine exploded, and the nine-eyed copper coin buzzed, as if the soul that had died under the sword was roaring.
"Emperor Chen Qing, your time is over. You shouldn't take this trip! Some people say that I am the strongest swordsman in the feng shui circle. Let me learn and teach this Chen family's sword of heaven and man today!"
With a lonely cold cry, Wang Lingzi offered a sword charm, a sword shadow filled with murderous intent, soaring to the sky.
Two swords appeared in the air, and Emperor Chen Qing's sword was ingenious and unworkable, carrying anger.
But Wang Lingzi's sword was even more fierce, like a bloodthirsty snake, extremely agile.
The two swords intersected, and with a click, the sword of the snake broke on the spot and turned into invisible.
Wang Luzi stepped back several steps, and even the copper coin sword in his hand snapped instantly, and the nine coins that had swallowed thousands of ghosts suddenly fell on the ground, and in that moment was covered with patina.
After spitting out a mouthful of blood, Wang Luzi sat down on the ground, muttering like crazy: "This is impossible, this is impossible...I am defeated...haha...My Wang Shengfu is defeated!"
After the sword of Emperor Chen Qing cut off Wang Lingzi's sword, it didn't stop at the slightest, and immediately fell again quickly, stabbing the old of Longhu Mountain on the Tai Chi picture.
Tai Chi Tu was sad for an instant, but the old also really had magical powers. With a big wave of his hand, he sacrificed a golden talisman, the golden talisman fell, and the dim Taiji diagram became dazzling again.
"Emperor Chen Qing, accept your fate! Your Chen family was wrong from the beginning!" The old looked up straight ahead and whispered.
As soon as his voice fell, I heard a loud boom, like a thunder on the ground, but this thunder was thousands of miles away.
Last time outside Qingqiu Mountain, the sky thunder that Chen Qingdili fought against the three great masters fell again.
Obviously, Emperor Chen Qing had already made the strongest blow just now, and one blow had caused the Heavenly Punishment.
Even if they are far apart, I can still see the distant vision.
The huge sky coffin rose again, this time rising from the ground, facing the sky thunder stubbornly.
The second sky thunder fell, and Emperor Chen Qing crawled out.
The third sky thunder fell on him, but he fought tenaciously.
After lying in the blood coffin for thousands of years, he showed his true colors to the world for the first time.
A flesh and blood body without skin, looks terrifying.
"Haha, today my Chen family will fight to the end! Go to your heavenly way, go to your heavenly punishment, our Chen family is not wrong!" Emperor Chen Qing endured the pain of the explosion of the sky thunder, still standing stubbornly.
He blasted a powerful punch at the sky thunder, and slammed it on the sky thunder with one punch, and instantly the sky exploded, deafening.
"Emperor Chen Qing, you are a madman, a madman raised by the Chen family!" The old fairy Longhushan was also shocked when he saw this scene.
But Emperor Chen Qing raised his head and glared at the sky.
"Today, Emperor Chen Qing burns out the dragon soul, and I also want to help the Chen family open the door of bone!"
Emperor Chen Qing once again uttered a roar at Tian Lei, and the next second he glowed with blood.
Faced with several sky thunders that fell one after another, he did not retreat but advanced, and his whole person turned into a red light, leaping to meet the thunder.
Several sky thunders instantly fell on him, exploding his flesh and blood.
He fell into the sky coffin, and a red cloud floated in the sky.
The sky thunder disappeared, the heavy rain fell, and the rain was bloody, as if the sky was crying, crying for the loss of such a profound genius among all sentient beings.
The blood rain kept falling, falling on the stone tomb, through the stone tomb, and into the tomb.
In the end, this rain of blood fell beside me and onto the little nun.
The little nun had blood on her head, and with the rain of blood on her body, she became a person at this time. Her body looked particularly frightening, and Qin Junyao was scared back one after another, while Ye Hongyu stood motionless.
The little nun was also not afraid at all, her blood-stained face still wore a calm smile.
She clasped her hands together, motionless, and sat on the spot.
There were blood and tears in her eyes, the sky was weeping, and Yin Gu was crying for blood.
Her body seemed to keep getting smaller, and her body began to scab, scabs resembling dragon scales.
In the end, she turned into a bronze statue, sitting in a four-legged coffin filled with blood.
"No, the four-legged coffin is going to take Chen's Tianren away, and the speed is blocked! Don't let Chen Huangpi into the coffin!"
Qin Tiandao saw this scene through the broken Three Realm Array and hurriedly shouted.
At this time, the old of Longhushan finally broke the Three Realm Formation in one fell swoop under the concerted efforts of everyone.
"Go on, stop anyone and anything from leaving this stone tomb. The Chen family is gone, and no one can stop us anymore!" The old said with confidence.
At this moment, there was a gentle voice: "Emperor Qing, rest. This time, the Chen family can only win, not lose!"
Accompanied by this voice, a big hand appeared again on the sky.
This big hand held up a handful of blood rain and sprinkled it on the heavenly coffin of Emperor Chen Qing.
With a light tap, the sky coffin fell back into Qinglong Mountain.
At the same time, on the top of the dome, it seemed as if there was a tiny black shadow falling rapidly.
The dark shadow grew bigger and bigger, proving that he was falling.
Soon, you can see what it is, it is like a coffin.
That's right, it was a four-legged coffin, the same four-legged coffin beside me.
When the coffin got closer, I found that there was still a person standing on the coffin.
This person is no one else, but the grandfather who has been dead for three years.
Thousands of years ago, Emperor Chen Qing, the first celestial man of the Chen family, stepped on a four-legged coffin, ascended to the sky and killed the gods, like a lunatic who was not understood by the world.
Thousands of years later, Chen Jiaqing's ghost hand Chen Yan, once again stepped on the four-legged coffin, fell from the sky and the dead returned.
He came from the rain and never touched his body.
The four-legged coffin fell in front of the stone tomb, like a big mountain, across the front of these feng shui masters.
"I said, I plan my whole life, not for the heavens, not for the common people, but for the Chen family to have a clear conscience. If anyone hinders me today, I will be cut off!"
Grandpa's voice is neither humble nor overbearing, neither arrogant nor impetuous, and speaks eloquently, but these feng shui masters are speechless, each one is dumbfounded, and at a loss what to do.
Grandpa stepped on the four-footed coffin, walked into the dolmen, and walked towards me.