After telling his wife Yang Ling alone about his return to Qinghe Dayi through the spirit elephant totem.
Chen Qingxiang sat calmly on the three-foot futon.
Quietly sensing that the original sense of danger in the purple avenue soul sensed, most of it dissipated, leaving only a trace.
But Chen Qingxiang could sense the remaining sense of crisis.
Sometimes it is like a ray of crisis in the distant future.
Misty and uncertain.
Sometimes it feels like a life-threatening danger will come in the next moment.
Condensed to the extreme, it hangs in the heart like a divine weapon.
Chen Qingxiang knew instinctively that this was either some fatal crisis that had not yet been eliminated.
Either it was because he had relied on the magical power of [Xuanxiang Realm] to avoid this calamity crisis, which led to changes, thus evolving into this last fatal crisis.
And when connected to the shell of the divine turtle, Chen Qingxiang could sense that several strange forces were pursuing him.
Faced with this situation, Chen Qingxiang just communicated calmly and slowly. It turned out to be just the shell of the divine turtle that was instinctively and passively defending.
Suddenly, the half-shell of the divine turtle in his arms trembled slightly, emitting a faint light.
Not completely covering itself up.
Instead, I used a little trick I discovered over the past few years to use the Divine Ao Shell.
He began to completely connect his destiny with the Qinghe fiefdom, which was originally closely connected.
One's own fate is intertwined with the fate of millions and tens of millions of people in Qinghe, and even with the heaven and earth, the laws of the country, and the new and old fiefdoms of Qinghe.
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A hundred thousand miles away from Xuanxiang Valley, in all directions, under the orders of some people, more than ten forces of various sizes were ambushing and blocking Chen Qingxiang's path.
In just one breath, Chen Qingxiang relied on the magical power of [Xuanxiang Realm] to cross nearly two million miles and return to Qinghe Dayi.
And he took the initiative to control the shell of the divine turtle and temporarily connected his destiny with the entire Qinghe River.
Outside Zhongdu [Xuanxiang Twenty-Five], in a wilderness of mountains and forests more than 100,000 miles away.
A total of 1,500 Totems of the Evil Realm were divided into three parties. Each of them combined the energy of the three Totems of the Yuan Realm to form three extraordinary soldiers, hiding quietly.
In front of the three extraordinary soldiers and the three leaders of the Totem Yuan Realm, a middle-aged man wearing a white robe was incompatible with the three extraordinary soldiers.
But he stood at the front, holding a tortoise shell that emitted black and white divine light.
On the tortoise shell, the endless lines flow and change, as if they contain all things in the world.
At this time, the middle-aged man in white robes only saw the originally orderly pattern of heavenly secrets on the tortoise shell. After Chen Qingxiang returned to Qinghe, the distance changed in just one breath.
On the tortoise shell, the patterns of heavenly secrets that appear on it evolve a hundred times, ten thousand times, or a million times in just one breath.
There was a click.
The tortoise shell, which was flowing with black and white divine light, was suddenly covered with cracks.
The middle-aged man in white robes, who originally had a calm face and a glowing face, saw numerous cracks in the tortoise shell as the heavenly secrets on the tortoise shell changed.
"not good……"
The middle-aged man in white robes suddenly let out an incredulous exclamation.
There is a sense that endless backlash is coming.
At this moment, he very skillfully took out a lifelike puppet with the same face as himself and threw it directly on the ground.
At this moment, a five-color divine jade hanging on his waist emitted five-colored light at this moment, covering his body, aura, and destiny.
Then he swallowed a golden pill that was like the birth of life.
After doing all this, the middle-aged man in white robe sat cross-legged and started to work the magical method.
Within a few seconds, the cracked tortoise shell was completely torn into pieces, the divine light disappeared, and it was completely destroyed.
And in the moment the tortoise shell was completely destroyed.
A middle-aged man in a white robe, a black flame with an unknown meaning appeared around the puppet that was thrown on the ground, and in an instant, the entire puppet was turned into nothingness.
Immediately afterwards, the colorful divine jade covering the middle-aged man in white robe seemed to be under invisible attack.
In one breath, the five-colored light emitted disappeared, and the divine jade itself turned into gray-white color, just like an ordinary stone.
And in an instant, it turned into gray-white ashes, flying in the wind.
The middle-aged man in white robe, who was sitting cross-legged, suddenly received a backlash as the colorful light disappeared.
"Wow……"
Suddenly, a large mouthful of blood spurted out, containing strands of ominous blood.
Suddenly he felt as if he had aged ten years.
The hidden blessings, wealth, and longevity began to be reduced.
Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged man in white robes, the three Totem Yuanjing people behind him were immediately shocked.
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Just when this middle-aged man in white robe encountered a backlash from heaven.
On Chen Qingxiang's original route, there was a scholar-bureaucrat's territory more than 300,000 miles away from Qinghe.
On a tall altar, thirteen ancient shaman-like figures stood on it, surrounding a stone statue that looked like Chen Qingxiang.
Twelve great shamans and one Yuan shaman surround the stone statue.
The ancient witchcraft chanted by thirteen ancient witches resounded throughout the area for dozens of miles.
Under the tall altar, there were hundreds of thousands of slaves tied up and immobilized.
Following the ancient witchcraft, endless screams began to emit, and the flesh and blood souls were sucked by the invisible force, turning into groups of black and red mummies one after another.
The vast power of the curse spread across time and space and began to explore the existence of Chen Qingxiang.
Originally, Chen Qingxiang's vast curse power was sensed in the dark. At this time, it first descended on the entire Qinghe River, and then seemed to lose Chen Qingxiang's figure.
After hovering over the Qinghe River for several breaths of time.
The vast black-red curse returned to the altar, and in an instant, it fell on the thirteen ancient witches.
The twelve great witches showed no resistance at all, and in that instant, they turned into twelve pools of dirty blood.
That Yuan Shaman had several rays of light flowing around his body, but he only lasted for a short breath before being turned into a pool of dirty blood under the power of the vast curse.
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More than half a million miles away from Xuanxiang Valley, in a canyon, five shadowy beings lurk in it.
There are four of them covering their figures, and in the center of the surrounding guards, there is a slim female figure.
The female figure dances a strange dance.
In harmony with heaven and earth.
Just when Chen Qingxiang took the initiative to control the shell of the divine turtle, and his destiny coincided with Qinghe's, after a breath, the woman dancing the strange dance disappeared.
Falling from that state of unity between man and woman.
A pale-faced beauty appeared, with a look that was like a fish or a wild goose.
At this moment, the beauty's black and white eyes, which can see all things, flashed a shadow of a simple and broken turtle shell.
Then these eyes were completely covered in dust.
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(End of chapter)
