Chapter 390: .Dare to move our stuff?

In the Daming Palace in Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun witnessed everything that happened in the Battle of Kunyang City through the runes on the foreheads of Shen Herong and others.
At this moment, although the strong light is dazzling, City Master Zhang can still see that in the center of the strong light, on Shen Yuan's chest, there is an irregular crystal that seems to be embedded in his flesh and blood.
The seemingly hard crystal, while bursting out of strong light, was still shaking, causing the flesh and blood in Shen Yuan's chest to keep surging.
Shen Yuan's complexion at this moment was unprecedentedly pale.
He is a scholar, not a warrior, and his vitality and flesh are not his strong points.
At this moment, I had to put all my literary talents and blessings on my chest, so that I could barely maintain the crystal without making a bigger change.
In the Daming Palace of Chang'an City, Zhang Dongyun leaned back slightly, leaning back in his chair, and let out a sigh of relief.
The thing that looked like a crystal was a fragment of a fairy trail.
It's not the case in its own right.
Because of the special rituals of the Shen family, the current appearance is temporarily maintained.
However, in order to stabilize this fast fairy trail fragment on his body, Shen Yuan worked extremely hard.
He was overdrawing his lifespan before he could barely maintain the ritual.
It is the method of life sacrifice that Shen and Rong mentioned before.
This is not a Confucian method, but a magic method.
In this way, Shen Tianxian and Shen Yuan can successfully lift out the fragments of the immortal ruins buried in Jiufeng Academy, and then take them away by Shen Yuan.
"It's okay to be upright and strong, or to have a guilty conscience, sir, it's offended."
The pale Shen Yuan said slowly.
The brilliant brilliance on his chest did not continue to spread, instead it condensed into a bunch, condensed extremely.
Inside the Daming Palace, Zhang Dongyun nodded slightly as he looked at the scene in the illusion of light and shadow.
When the sacred shards were just started, Shen Yuan and others should not be able to use it in this way.
Therefore, he could only escape and hide with the fragments.
After continuous contemplation and contemplation over this period of time, it is finally a bit hot.
However, this is not without cost.
The Shen family? Even with Wang Che, it is impossible to be more intelligent than Ying Liao me and Yang Li.
The reason why Shen Yuan could control the fragments of the fairy trail in this way was mostly due to life sacrifice.
He is fighting for his life now.
The condensed beam of light turned suddenly? It swept across all directions.
There is no murderous air in the glory.
But there was a huge sense of crisis in everyone present? Avoid it for fear.
Although they didn't try, everyone had the same premonition.
Being rubbed by this brilliance, I was afraid of death or injury.
Zhang Dongyun looked calm in the Daming Palace of Chang'an City.
Right at the scene? Faced with this brilliance, Ao Kong sneered again and again.
The others are dodge fast? Only he stays where he is, and even has the heart to continue attacking Wang Che, seeing the terrifying glory as nothing.
Seeing that this brilliance was about to cut Ao Kong's body at the waist? Suddenly a cloud of thick black ink appeared.
The brilliance falls into the thick ink? The thick ink is violently turbulent? But it does not spread.
Instead, the brilliance gradually dissipated.
When Shen Yuan saw this? Deep despair appeared in his eyes: "...you deserve it!"
The owner of the thick ink? Naturally it is Shen Herong.
Her current cultivation base? Not Shen Yuangao.
The strength is not enough to forcibly resist the glory that I am afraid.
But that was her thing after all.
If it were not for Shen Tianxian and Shen Yuan to use the method of taking the body as a sacrifice, they would not even be able to move the fragments she left behind in Jinghu Jiufeng.
Before he left, Shen Herong had been given advice by Zhang Dongyun to deal with the fragments of the fairy trail, and he had a unique method.
At this moment, she looked at the young man of the same race in front of her? His expression was calm and calm.
Since Shen Qian's death, she and the Shen family have no feelings anymore.
As Zhang Dongyun expected, she would destroy the family by herself.
Shen Yuan's life has been almost exhausted by that beam of light just now.
Even if no one touches him, he will soon die.
The look of the youth? Is rapidly aging, quickly becoming a dying old man.
He reluctantly raised his hand, lifted a pen to write in the air, and the text fell on the fairy fragments on his chest.
So the brilliance condensed into a bunch of brilliance began to unfold.
In Zhang Dongyun's field of vision, it was as if the shattering scene of Yang Li and the fragments that ought to laugh at me reappeared, covered with brilliance, spreading out into a huge hemisphere buckling the ground.
But Shen Herong also raised his pen, and then volleyed.
The thick ink that had previously wrapped that beam of brilliance began to spread toward Shen Yuan in turn.
Before the fairy trail fragments radiantly unfolded, the thick ink covered the fragments together with the Shenyuan, turning it into a huge ink ball, suspended in the air.
The surface of the thick ink sphere is not smooth, with undulations and bumps from time to time, as if there is something inside that wants to rush out.
Shen Herong looked calm and waved again.
The ink ball twisted and changed while flying towards her.
Then came Wang Che's muffled snort.
His cultivation strength was inferior to Ao Kong.
The beam of light caused by the fragments of the fairy trail swept across the four directions without distinguishing the enemy from us, and Wang Che also dodged quickly.
However he cares, his opponent doesn't care.
Ao Kong, who had had the upper hand in the first place, ignored the light beam and chased after him, and immediately beat Wang Che to the point where he could only parry and fight back.
As a result, the beam was stopped by Shen Herong, and Ao Kong really did nothing.
But Wang Che would lose for a long time, and was finally hit hard by Ao Kong.
The Wenhua Treasure Scroll formed by the condensed Wenhua talent above his head was directly torn to pieces by Ao Kong, who was incarnate as the Four-Sided Demon.
Under the traction of talent, his soul seemed to be torn apart by this terrible power, and his mind was as painful as thousands of needles pierced.
However, at this moment, an electric light flashed suddenly.
Emperor Qian Song Jun shot.
He has been vaguely aware that Shen Yuan is hiding the treasure.
Now the truth became clear, as he expected, it was truly a mysterious but extremely powerful treasure.
It seems to be restrained by Shen and Rong, but it is still difficult to hide its value.
Qianhuang Song Jun is not easy to get discouraged, but he has to admit that he may not be able to defend his own Kunyang City today.
But if you can get the treasure of Shenyuan, then you will come back in the future, you will naturally have more confidence.
Song Jun, who had been secretly watching before, finally shot at this moment with a lightning strike.
The goal was directed at the black ink ball condensed by Shen He Rong's supernatural power.
The ink ball floated in front of Shen Herong.
An inkstone appeared in front of her, and the ink ball was about to turn into a pool of thick ink and fell into the inkstone.
Suddenly there was a lightning striker, hitting the ink ball.
The ink ball suddenly shattered, revealing a little brilliance inside.
Song Jun's original opponent, Han Xiao, was not idle either.
The dragon-binding rod, which seemed to be able to smash the world into the collapse, fell heavily on Song Jun.
However, Song Jun was fierce at the moment, holding a gun in one hand, barely resisting Han Xiao's dragon-binding rod, smashing his whole body violently, tumbling blood, and the spear almost let go.
But his other hand, still steadfast, grabbed the ball of light that the thick ink gradually dispersed.
The Wuhuang pinnacle powerhouse shot so fast, almost ignoring the space distance, and he was about to touch the ball of light instantly.
But at this moment, Song Jun's arm suddenly stopped slightly.
The next moment, the surface of his arm suddenly cracked seven or eight wounds.
Then, blood spewed out from it, hot like magma.
"Dare to move our things?" Ao Kong sneered.
Song Jun reluctantly stopped, and first resisted Ao Kong's terrifying supernatural powers tearing through the sky.
Fortunately, he is a martial arts master in the fourteenth stage, with a strong physical body.
If he is in the same realm as Ao Kong, his arm is probably cut into seven or eight segments directly by Ao Kong on the spot.
Rao is so, Song Jun's left arm is and at this moment, as if he was torn by countless sharp blades.
Han Xiao had already hit the head with another stick, and Song Jun had no choice but to deal with this opponent first.
Then, he watched, Shen Herong's thick ink covered the light ball again, and then fell into the inkstone.
The governor of love can't do anything. If he doesn't leave, he'll be dead. The Emperor Song Jun decisively throws down the fairy shards and his own capital, turning into a flash of lightning, shuttles through the void, and disappears in an instant.
Han Xiao stepped into the void, chasing the dragon stick, staring at Song Jun, and disappeared.
On the other hand, Ao Kong found that Wang Che screamed, his pen and ink flew, and instantly wrote a farewell poem.
"Mister is smart, the students admire!"
The young scholar swept away the previous decadence and laziness, his eyes were splitting, his expressions were sharp: "But the students are not reconciled!"
On his face, two lines of blood were left from his eyes.
The pen and ink of the farewell poem revealed the will to kill oneself and become a benevolence. It turned into a black ink sword, slashing the sky and the earth, and slashed towards Shen Herong.
Although Chu Xin, Long Te, and Song Bai didn't know the truth about the fragments of the fairy trail, seeing that Shen Herong was the critical moment to collect the fragments, they immediately stepped forward to stop Wang Che's attack.
But wherever Mo Jian passed, it was invincible.
Whether it is the full-bodied economy of the great Confucian master, or the evil shadow of the great demon, or even the spearhead of Wu Huang Tuo Liuhe, this moment cannot stop Wang Che's pen and ink.
The three thirteenth realm masters who were also blocking him were all swept by Mo Jian, the sword still pointed at Shen Herong.
However, at this moment, Shen Herong, just like Ao Kong when facing the glorious fairy trail, concentrates on his own affairs, and is indifferent to the danger of approaching behind.
When Mo Jian arrived in front of her, the figure of the Four-phase Demon appeared.
There was a humane sneer on the monster's face.
Silver, gold, black, and white brilliance appeared at the same time, and then condensed into a four square frame.
Mo Jian fell into the square frame, and suddenly seemed to be trapped in another world, it was difficult to hurt Ao Kong and Shen Herong.
From the four boxes of black, white, gold and silver intertwined, there is even more strange gravity.
The extended ink sword, at this moment, seemed to be transformed into a rope, but instead dragged Wang Che, the source of the pen and ink, and dragged him into the four boxes.
This is the magic power created by Ao Kong after integrating the four great monster blood of Golden Winged Roc Bird, Fantasy Sky Dragon, Mountain Demon Ape, and Fantasy Mirage, which is called Sifang Despair.
It has similarities with the Confucian family, the world, and the Buddhist pure land, but it is far more dangerous and vicious than it.
Wang Che was wounded, and forced a fierce attack without spare power, making it difficult for Chu Xin and others to resist.
But for Ao Kong, it was the other party who just came to the door.
Ao Kong received Wang Che in a desperate situation, and when he looked back, he saw that the thick ink fell in the inkstone and was stable.
Shen Herong successfully recovered the fairy trace fragment that originally belonged to her.