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"Miss Wu..."

"Then tell me, cousin Shaojun... can he defeat the ancestor Wu Chenkong of your family?"

As soon as this statement came out:

Wang Pojun and Ke Zhenhai couldn't help looking at her, with a trace of nervousness on their expressions.

They had great confidence in Chen Shaojun before.

But after hearing the secret Wu Su'e told, they couldn't help but feel worried:

The strength of Wu Chenkong's patriarch is really too terrifying. Even if you look at the 10,000+ year history of the barren land, it is probably second only to the outsider Yuandi.

Such a person, even in his youth, is truly the supreme arrogance, No. 1 in all ages.

Can Chen Shaojun really defeat him?

"Honestly... I don't know."

Wu Su'e shook her head and sighed:

"This answer, I am afraid that only after they have played a game can they understand..."

Chapter 133 Restraining the Five Elements!

[Immortal Altar] Inside:

The grand voice of Taixu Yuanling resounded on the altar as always:

"You defeated your opponent and won!"

"Congratulations! You have replaced Chang Qiqi and become the second on the list of Immortals..."

Wait until the sound falls off:

In front of Chen Qingyu's eyes, another picture suddenly emerged, which was the summary of Chang Qiqi's life.

Chen Qingyu stared blankly:

"Chang Helie and Chang Qiqi turned out to be contemporaries. They seem to have a bad relationship. They collided many times. Chang Helie lost more than he won."

"The three holy places of the Crystal Clan, they really like to fight among themselves..."

After a few breaths, the picture in front of him disappeared.

"call!"

Chen Qingyu took a deep breath, and turned his head to look at the last name in front of him on the immortal list:

Grand Emperor Wu, Wu Chenkong!

"There is only this last opponent left."

He raised his head and looked deeper into the void, the grandest and most solemn altar.

That is the altar representing the most powerful martial arts arrogance since ancient times, and it is the supreme honor and crown.

This is also the last altar in Jinqiaotian's [Immortal Altar].

Chen Qingyu's gaze was firm, without any wavering, and he said loudly:

"I want to continue to challenge!"

In an instant:

Taixu Yuanling's notification sound immediately rang in his ears:

"You are currently ranked second on the Immortal Ranking, and you have only one opponent left! You can only challenge him!"

"Every time you challenge, you need to pay 1000 million Taixu points. You can watch the challenge target and take pictures of the process of climbing to the top of the [God of War Tower]."

"If you succeed in the challenge, you will be rewarded with double the Taixu points, and you will get a special reward that is unique to you!"

"If you win this battle and successfully climb to the top of the [Altar of Immortality], you will get a mysterious opportunity!"

Chen Qingyu did not hesitate at all, and said in a deep voice:

"I want to challenge the [Altar of Immortality] for the first place, Grand Emperor Wu——Wu Chenkong!"

With his voice falling:

"boom!"

The beam of light roared in the sky, condensing into a bright bridge of light in front of him, connecting the last altar.

He took a step forward and stepped onto the bridge of light, his figure crossed the void and climbed onto the altar.

On the altar:

A figure in black stood alone on the altar, only his back could be seen.

"This is the number one pride in the ages?"

Chen Qingyu narrowed his eyes.

"Your 1000 million Taixu points have been deducted."

At this time, Taixu Yuanling's reminder sounded on the altar:

"Now you can choose to watch the summit photo of the challenge target, or you can choose to challenge directly."

Chen Qingyu cautiously said:

"I want to watch the summit photo of the challenge target."

In an instant:

A familiar scene appeared before his eyes again.

Center of pure white space:

Wu Chenkong was dressed in black, his back was still facing his line of sight, five huge beams of light shot up into the sky, and a battle formation of ten thousand people emerged.

"……and many more!"

Chen Qingyu's pupils shrank suddenly:

"What's going on? Where's the battle formation?"

After the five great beams of light dispersed:

There was no sign of the battle formation, only a group of top fighters who were extremely panicked, howling in fear and fear, as if they had encountered something extremely terrible.

"call!"

The figure in black waved his sleeves gently, as if wiping away dust.

The [-] top warriors with flustered expressions on the opposite side froze in place instantly, like solidified sculptures.

Next moment:

The [-] solidified statues all collapsed and turned into piles of ashes.

The screen is now over.

"This……"

Chen Qingyu's eyes had become extremely serious.

What exactly is that power?What kind of martial arts method, why is it so weird and terrifying?

Without waiting for him to think too much:

On the opposite side, that black-clothed figure suddenly turned around, his eyes locked on him!

Only then did he see clearly that Wu Chenkong was wearing a golden mask, hiding his face under the mask, his eyes looked unusually cold through the hole.

"not good!"

Chen Qingyu's heart contracted violently, and his complexion changed slightly.

Just being stared at by this gaze gave him a feeling of extreme danger and imminent disaster, which made his scalp tingle.

Taixu Yuanling's prompt sounded loudly:

"The battle begins!"

The voice just fell:

Without hesitation, Chen Qingyu decided to use the technique of [Upright Standing Without Shadow] to hide his figure first.

Wu Chenkong's strength is quite unfathomable, so his tactics are naturally conservative.

however--

He was stunned for a moment before he realized that his body froze in place, and a look of horror appeared on his face.

"My true anger..."

All over his body, he couldn't mobilize even a single ounce of true energy.

To be precise, even his sea of ​​blood became dead silent, the golden bridge was dimmed, and his true energy was completely frozen like stagnant water.

True Qi is the source of all dharmas.

Without the support of his true energy, all his martial arts, supernatural powers, and subtle methods could not be displayed, and he became iron waste.

"This... I remembered!"

There was a sudden jolt in Chen Qingyu's mind.

This is not the first time he has experienced this state.

A few months ago, when he and Wu Su'e went to the Taiyin Catacombs of the Chen Clan to take out the Dragon Qi Secret Treasure, he felt that his true energy was suppressed and he was quite uncomfortable.

But it's just uncomfortable, and it doesn't affect his combat power much.

But now:

His zhenqi was completely unable to move, like a pool of stagnant water, unable to display any supernatural powers or martial arts.

"Dragon Qi! This is the Human Dragon Qi!"

Chen Qingyu finally came to his senses, thinking of what Wu Su'e had said to him——

Dragon Qi, restrains the five elements and forbids ten thousand dharmas!

But he never thought that someone's dragon spirit would be so powerful that without doing anything, all enemies would automatically lose their combat power!

He could finally understand why the group of top fighters were terrified in the previous scene.

"This time, I'm afraid it will be worse..."

Chen Qingyu's heart sank deeply to the bottom of the valley, and his expression was unprecedentedly solemn.

All this is a long story, but it is actually just a thought that flashed like lightning in his mind in an instant.

At this moment:

"boom!"

Wu Chenkong on the opposite side had already jumped into the sky, looking down at him from a high position.

The majestic and indifferent voice came from behind the golden mask, as grand as thunder, resounding through the void:

"Kneel down! Surrender!!"

The voice just fell:

"Buzz!"

Chen Qingyu only felt his shoulders sink, and an invisible and majestic pressure pressed down like two mountains, wanting to subdue him and kneel on the ground!

Chapter 134

"Want me to kneel?"

"You are dreaming!"

Chen Qingyu gritted his teeth, stubbornly resisting the pressure, refusing to bow his head or kneel.

However:

The overwhelming pressure continued to increase and became heavier and heavier.