Tian Yuan

Chapter 2152 Who is he? Reward treasures

The situation changed again. Everyone present was terrified and their faces turned pale, as if they had seen a ghost.

Now everyone knows that this is not a coincidence.

A chill suddenly enveloped the ancient city, and everyone seemed to be frozen, staring in horror and disbelief.

The city lord knelt on the ground, trembling, his eyes empty, and temporarily lost consciousness.

At first, everyone could still try to make an excuse, saying that perhaps the city lord was unwell and had a sudden attack, which was why he looked so embarrassed.

Now, several guards in the Tribulation Crossing Stage are in the same situation, which is enough to illustrate the problem.

What did he do?

Everyone with a discerning eye knew that this matter was related to Chen Qingyuan, but they didn't see him take action. In fact, his aura was restrained, without a single burst of power. If everyone closed their eyes, they wouldn't even notice that there was someone there.

Who is he?

Everyone was horrified, and the way they looked at Chen Qingyuan changed drastically.

Some people have a poor mentality and cannot accept this strange situation. They are so scared that they tremble all over and suffer from urinary incontinence.

The creatures of all races who have lived in Linfeng City for a long time have a reverence for the city lord that is like a seed that has long been rooted in their souls and has become a towering tree.

Today, the city lord, who is a local emperor, appeared in front of everyone in this way. The impact was too strong and few people could withstand it. They were in a daze, their sea of ​​consciousness was blank, and they temporarily lost the ability to think.

"Mr....Mr."

The city lord and his guards were suppressed, and the restraints on Song Mang naturally disappeared. Although he didn't see Chen Qingyuan take action, he knew it must be Chen Qingyuan's handiwork. He was in disbelief, and his voice trembled.

Through previous contact, Song Mang guessed that Chen Qingyuan was a powerful being, but he did not expect him to be so terrifying. Without doing anything, he made the Mahayana city lord collapse to the ground without any sign of resistance.

"Kill these people."

Chen Qingyuan had no expression on his face and issued a new order.

Hearing this, Song Mang's heart trembled violently. Although he was deeply shocked and had many concerns, he did not ask any more questions and did not hesitate at all. He nodded heavily and said, "Yes."

Then, Song Mang, holding the sword in his hand, walked towards the city lord. He took a deep breath, gripped the sword tightly, and pretended to be calm.

When he reached the city lord's side, Song Mang had already prepared himself mentally. His eyes were sharp and he struck with a sword.

Swish! Swish!

The sword flashed, and the city lord's head fell to the ground. Blood spurted out from the smooth cut on the neck, splashing into the air and then dyeing the surrounding ground red.

The city lord's soul was locked inside his body, unable to escape, and perished along with his body.

When heads fall to the ground, life is cut off.

A great master of the Mahayana stage died just like that.

Looking at the human head on the ground, Songmang was stunned for a moment.

Originally, Song Mang was still thinking that with his own strength, he should not be able to break the city lord's physical defense. He never thought it would be so simple, as easy as a mortal slaughtering a chicken or a duck.

Song Mang couldn't help but glance at Chen Qingyuan, awed and shocked, thinking to himself, "This must be the Master's trick."

The monks of various races who witnessed this scene were all horrified.

The city lord who had dominated this place for many years had such an absurd way of saying goodbye.

Yes! Ridiculous!

The strongest man in the eyes of the world is no different from an ant on the roadside. He died with a light push from others. There was no fight, no struggle. It was outrageous and ridiculous.

Some people collapsed to the ground, stunned.

Some people couldn't help but scream, and then quickly covered their mouths and noses with their hands, their fingers so tight that they turned purple, not allowing themselves to make even the slightest sound, for fear of causing the displeasure of the terrifying existence and thus bringing about fatal disaster.

Swish! Snap!

Soon, Song Mang killed several other guards in the Tribulation Crossing stage who fell to the ground.

There is only one person left, the manager of Liuxinju.

At this moment, the manager was already terrified. Witnessing the city lord's tragic death with his own eyes, his heart was shocked beyond imagination. He was stunned, terrified and confused.

He couldn't even think of escaping, and was stuck there like a log. Of course, even if he wanted to escape, he didn't have the ability to do so.

tear-

A flash of cold sword light passed by, and the administrator's head was separated and he died.

"You will be given three days to unify the city and seal off the city. If anyone disobeys, you will deal with them yourself."

There are still some monks who are undergoing tribulation in the city, but seeing this scene, it is too late for them to hide, and they probably dare not show up.

To be on the safe side, Chen Qingyuan took out a Saint-grade, top-grade sword and sent it to Song Mang through the air, saying, "This is for you. Take it and use it."

"This...thank you very much, sir."

Song Mang couldn't tell the specific grade of the sword, but it was definitely many times better than the one he held. His first reaction was to refuse, but then he thought, since it was a gift from a young master, it would be better not to be polite.

After receiving the sword, Song Mang was flattered and bent down even lower. The joy and hope in the depths of his eyes were hard to conceal, as if it were all in a dream.

Chen Qingyuan added: "Arrange all the human beings here in one place and treat them well."

"I will obey your orders and will not let you down, sir."

Song Mang bowed and clasped his fists, remembering the order given by Chen Qingyuan firmly.

"Eat it."

In order to make Song Mang work better for him, Chen Qingyuan certainly would not just give him the sword.

A pale yellow pill floated in front of Song Mang, with complex patterns on it and a strong medicinal fragrance.

Song Mang took one look at the pill, thinking it was a special elixir that could control others. Even so, he swallowed it without hesitation.

As the pill entered his body, a strong and pure medicinal power instantly spread out and spread to every part of Song Mang's body, making him feel very comfortable.

“Such a strong spiritual energy!”

Songmang was shocked.

"Steady your mind and refine the medicinal power."

Chen Qingyuan's voice fell into Songmang's ears.

With Chen Qingyuan's reminder, Song Mang stopped being dazed and immediately closed his eyes and meditated.

After a while, Song Mang broke through the bottleneck and his cultivation reached the sixth level of tribulation.

This is not the end yet, there is still a lot of power left in the elixir.

Another half hour passed and the bottleneck loosened again.

The seventh level of tribulation!

The foundation is solid, without any signs of futility or hidden dangers.

Feeling the significant increase in his own strength, Song Mang was stunned for a moment, then turned to face Chen Qingyuan, knelt down with a thud, and kowtowed in ecstasy, saying, "Thank you very much, sir, for your blessing and your grace of giving me a new life. I will never forget it."

Song Mang sacrificed his own vitality to practice, but the effect was far less than that brought by this pill.

He was very fortunate to have met Chen Qingyuan. Not only did he have hope of revenge, but his own destiny also took a turn for the better.

"Go get some work done!"

Chen Qingyuan's face remained calm and his tone was even.

"Yes!"

Songmang is full of energy and has a loud voice.