Fellow Taoist, you don’t need to get involved in this matter. You only need to inform me of Ni Yun’s whereabouts, and I will retreat immediately without embarrassment with fellow Taoist.”

Chen Mu didn't speak, just stood there, looking at the sky, his eyes deep and dark.

Zhenjun Minghai's eyes paused for a moment, his expression returned to indifference, and he said: "It seems that you know... In this case, then hand her over. Even though you are an ancient soul cultivator with amazing methods, but with just

You alone cannot hold on to that opportunity, so don’t risk your life for it.”

The tone of the first paragraph was quite calm, but the tone of the second paragraph was extremely cold, and there was a faint hint of threat in the tone.

Chen Muneng must have some means to return to the path of soul cultivation after ancient times, but he would not let go of the great opportunity involving the Yin-Yang Cave, a secret place in the spiritual world, not to mention that there was Zhenjun Gu Yue joining forces with him.

The two of them joined forces and looked at the entire Seven Realms. Except for the unfathomable True Lord Duanyuan, everyone else would be suppressed by them.

"What Ming Hai said is true. Fellow Taoist, please don't misunderstand yourself. Fellow Taoist has just stepped into this realm. There are still hundreds of thousands of years before the catastrophe of heaven and man. There is no need to take risks for an illusory opportunity."

Lord Gu Yue said with a smile.

Compared to True Lord Minghai, he did not show any pressure or aura, but when he said these words, the atmosphere between heaven and earth suddenly became a little heavier.

Gu Yue and Ming Hai faced Chen Mu from a distance. For a moment, the air nearby seemed to become thicker, and many Futian Sect monks below felt their breath freeze for a while.

Even Master Feixue was extremely nervous for a moment.

Three true kings confront each other!

Once a conflict does occur, no matter the outcome, Futian Sect may be implicated. Moreover, the true monarch who is close to Futian Sect is Chen Mu, while the other party is the two ancient true monarchs Gu Yue and Ming Hai. This is even more shocking.

I felt uneasy in my heart.

And just when the atmosphere was getting closer to solidification.

Chen Mu spoke.

He looked at Ming Hai and Gu Yue with an indifferent expression and said, "That's right. That opportunity is indeed not important to me, but just a few words to ask me to give in will make me look down upon."

"I have a sword. If you two can take it, I will no longer interfere in this matter."

As the words fell, Chen Mu gently raised his hand, and a dark yellow ancient flying sword quietly appeared in front of him, rising and falling in the void.

True Lord Minghai was slightly startled, then his brows relaxed and he said calmly:

"Can."

Indeed, as Chen Mu said, it would be a loss of face to force him to give in with just a few words. No matter who can become a true king, he must have a sense of arrogance and will not bow his head easily, which is quite normal.

Since Chen Mu himself found a step to go down to the 'promise of one move', he didn't mind giving up this step. After all, he didn't want to fight with Chen Mu. If half of his life was taken away by Chen Mu, he wouldn't mind.

It is always unacceptable to end up in a situation like Niyun's.

Just one move to test the depth is appropriate.

"good."

True Lord Gu Yue also nodded with a smile.

He also wanted to test the strength of Chen Mu, the new True Lord. After all, he is the only person since ancient times who has returned to the path of soul cultivation to become a True Lord. He had slightly defeated True Lord Tianhua in one move before, but the specific depth is still unknown.

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Chen Mu converged his gaze and looked at the black and yellow sword floating in front of him. He raised his right hand and held it in his palm, as if he was holding up a thick world.

"The world calls me the Immortal True King."

"This sword is called 'Wu Sheng'."

The voice fell.

The flying sword in his palm quietly disappeared into the void.

The True Lord of Minghai stood on the clouds. In just a moment, his color suddenly changed. He raised his right hand and at some point he had grasped a dark gray spear. It was filled with a strong death aura, as if soaked in endless corpses.

among.

As soon as the natal spiritual treasure was summoned, the void in front of him twisted, and a withered yellow sword edge pierced through the void, piercing straight towards his body and colliding with the dark gray spear in his hand.

Under this touch.

True Lord Minghai's expression changed again.

He was no longer as calm and calm as before, but instead showed a hint of horror.

Without any hesitation, he pointed forward with his left hand, and a bunch of violent death energy surged away and sank into the spear, causing the gray spear to burst out with a beam of dark black light, which seemed to pierce the nine layers of clouds in an instant.

But just when the gray spear was about to burst out with that strong will of death, it was directly crushed by a thick and heavy pressure that carried a world-like pressure. With a violent shock, the black light above was shattered inch by inch.

next moment.

I saw True Lord Minghai being pushed back bit by bit by the black-yellow sword thrust out of the void. The void behind him was also distorted and folded bit by bit, and finally collapsed with a blast.

He entered the void and fell directly from the real world into the spiritual world. He did not stop and continued to fly backwards.

After smashing into several mountain peaks in the spirit world, it fell to the ground of the spirit world with a bang.

Between heaven and earth.
Chapter completed!