Chapter 1,416 Divine Vein Showdown
Chapter 1,416
Wow!
When Xuan Zun's slightly cold voice resounded, there seemed to be a sound of water flowing between heaven and earth. Then, countless sight lines were shocked to see a dark and sticky river. It actually erupted from Xuan Zun's body at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, it covered most of the sky.
The churning black water is obviously light water, but it gives people a feeling as heavy as a mountain. At the same time, it also exudes an extremely cold aura, which directly causes the water vapor in the world to begin to freeze and then turn into Snowflakes were falling all over the sky.
Xuan Zun stood on the Xuan Ming Dharma Body, staring at Muchen with cold eyes, while the black river was like a black giant winding around, releasing terrifying power.
Xuan Zun's spiritual power has obviously brought his own combat power to the extreme. Facing this offensive, even the powerful men who are also immortals will be extremely afraid and dare not regret it.
When the battle reached this point, anyone could see that Xuan Zun was filled with rage and began to use his killing moves.
"Does this old guy also have divine veins?" The black river was reflected in Muchen's eyes, and his expression also looked a little solemn, apparently aware of the power contained in the black river.
"go!"
While Muchen was waiting attentively, Xuanzun didn't say a word of nonsense. He just stretched out his finger and pointed at Muchen from a distance.
Wow!
The black river surged up and fell directly from the sky. It thundered down towards Muchen. Billions of tons of river water fell, and the space collapsed instantly. The impact was enough to kill the spiritual body of a spiritual heaven supreme. crushed into a puddle of meat.
Facing Xuanzun's offensive, many people were sweating for Muchen. Don't think that Muchen has many tricks, but if he can't stop this black river, even if he has the ability to transform the three pure things into one breath, I'm afraid They all have to be crushed together.
Under the gaze of those various eyes, Muchen also raised his head and stared at the falling black river. Then he took a deep breath and saw ancient purple light patterns on the surface of his body brightening.
One way, two ways, three ways and eight ways!
When the eight purple light patterns brightened, purple flames gathered in Muchen's mouth. The next moment, he opened his mouth and sprayed out towards the black river.
Whoops!
At this moment, a stream of purple fire spurted out from Muchen's mouth, like a purple flame dragon with teeth and claws. It roared and headed forward, and it collided with the black river.
Tsk!
When the purple flames came into contact with Heihe, a roar filled the sky, and bursts of smoke rose up, covering the sky and the sun.
However, Zi Yan's domineering power is obviously shocking. Wherever Zi Yan burns, no matter how much the black torrent pours, it cannot make any progress.
"No wonder this Ziyan is so domineering, it turns out to be the spiritual power derived from Muchen's Eight Divine Veins!"
When everyone saw this scene, they finally understood the origin of the domineering purple flame. Muchen had only used it once before, so they had not yet discovered Muchen's Eight Divine Veins, but now Muchen urged it with all his strength. When he moved, the eight divine veins were naturally revealed on his body.
When those people in the Xuanmai looked at Mu Chen's Eight Divine Veins, their expressions were a little gloomy, especially the Xuanguang at the head of the Xuanmai. You must know that in the past few years of their ancient Futu clan, only Qing Yanjing had the Eight Divine Veins. , but now, this second Eight Divine Veins actually appears in Muchen's body.
Doesn't this mean that Qing Yanjing and Muchen's bloodlines are the strongest among the ancient pagoda clan?
Compared with Xuanmai's jealousy, some cheers broke out from Qingmai's side, especially Qingtian, Qingxuan and others breathed a sigh of relief. Such a talent is truly worthy of Qing Yanjing's. child.
However, while the members of the various clans of the ancient Futu tribe had different moods, the great elder Futu Xuan on the main peak also stared at Muchen with sharp eyes like an eagle. He looked at the purple light pattern on Muchen's body. After a moment, a cold snort and a slightly angry voice sounded: "Hmph, what about the Eight Divine Veins? This divine vein clearly belongs to Qing Yanjing. It seems that when she was pregnant with him, she used her own divine veins to The veins were stripped off and planted in his body.”
After all, Futu Xuan is the Supreme Saint of Heaven, and he also has a good understanding of Qing Yanjing's Eight Divine Veins back then, so now that Muchen has noticed it and seen the clues as soon as he displays it.
When those members of the Ancient Buddha Clan heard what the great elder said, they were stunned. Immediately, many people said bitterly: "This is such a good mother!"
When Xuan Luo heard this, he was also extremely jealous, but he sneered and said, "No wonder Muchen's talent is so amazing. It turns out it's because Qing Yanjing gave him her Eight Divine Veins."
"If it weren't for the Eight Divine Veins, how dare Muchen, a sinner, dare to compare with us?"
The surrounding Xuanmai tribesmen also nodded. They thought Muchen had no resources and started from scratch, but now it seemed that Qing Yanjing had left him an unparalleled treasure.
Although it does not mean that possessing the Eight Divine Veins will lead to amazing achievements, it can at least increase the success rate, and in many aspects of cultivation, one will be ahead of ordinary people.
However, with their prejudice against Muchen, these people obviously attributed all of Muchen's success to the Eight Divine Veins left to him by Qing Yanjing.
Futu Xuan's voice was also heard by Muchen, but his eyes did not even waver, he just raised his head and stared at the place where the purple flames collided with the black river.
Although both sides were in a stalemate, Muchen's eyes narrowed slightly, because he vaguely felt that the black river seemed to contain a power that had not yet exploded.
His gaze swept towards Xuan Zun not far away, and indeed he saw that the latter's expression was also indifferent, and there was no trace of anger due to the stalemate.
Xuan Zun noticed Muchen's gaze and cast his gaze towards him. He then smiled indifferently and said with a hint of ridicule: "Qing Yanjing's eight divine veins are indeed powerful."
Muchen's face was expressionless, as if he had never heard his sarcasm.
Xuan Zun stood with his hands behind his back and said: "It is not easy to block my Xuanming Nirvana River and your Zi Yan. If you and I are at the same level, I think my Xuanming Nirvana River should be able to block it." I can’t help you.”
Although his Xuan Ming Ji Mie River is just a spiritual power derived from the seven divine veins, no matter what, Xuan Zun is the Supreme Immortal, while Muchen is only a spiritual one. The gap between the two is there.
"It's just a pity that there is no absolute fairness in this world. Since you want to challenge my profound veins, you must have the consciousness of failure."
When Xuanzun said this, he shook his head. Then he took a deep breath, suddenly opened his mouth and spurted out a stream of blood, falling directly into the churning black river.
Boom boom boom!
As this mouthful of essence and blood fell, the originally calm black river suddenly began to roll crazily, and at the same time, its size began to shrink rapidly, and its color added a hint of dark red in the darkness.
Tsk!
With this change, the giant purple flame dragon that was originally able to resist suddenly erupted into a thick white mist. Faced with the bite of the black torrent, traces of purple flame began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Seeing this scene, countless powerful people in the world were in an uproar, and the expressions of those Qingmai clan members changed drastically.
Everyone could see that Xuan Zun's offensive was beginning to show its formidable power, but Muchen was ultimately at a disadvantage due to his low strength. Even with the Eight Divine Veins, he couldn't resist.
The black river roared and crushed, and the purple flame dragon retreated step by step, completely defeated.
"Muchen has lost."
Seeing this scene, many strong men shook their heads with regret. The situation had reached this point, and the advantage was completely controlled by Xuan Zun. As long as he took advantage of the situation and crushed him, Muchen would definitely lose.
Qingtian, Qingxuan and others looked pale. They didn't expect that Muchen would be so successful that he would fall down at the last step.
However, they also knew that Muchen should have tried his best, and being able to fight to such an extent with his early spiritual level strength was enough to show how extraordinary he was.
"After today, no matter what happens, I, Qingmai, will do my best to protect Muchen." Qingtian said with a gloomy expression. He knew that Xuanmai and the others would not let it go, so they, Qingmai, could not sit idly by.
Qingxuan and Qingyun both nodded.
"The overall situation has been decided." Xuan Guang, the leader of Xuan Vein, also breathed a sigh of relief quietly, and immediately his eyes showed a cold light. Since Muchen failed to succeed, then their Xuan Vein and Mo Vein will be able to control the Elder's House. When the time comes, This boy must pay the price!
Boom boom!
The black river roared past, and the purple flame dragon was about to dissipate. Xuanzun looked at this scene, then looked at Muchen coldly, and said in an indifferent tone: "You lose."
"Immortal products indeed have advantages."
Muchen paid no attention to him, but said with some sigh, if both parties were at the same level, he would have the confidence to directly use the purple flame to burn the Xuanming Jiji River cleanly.
Xuanzun looked at Muchen coldly, but the latter showed no fear, which made him slightly dissatisfied. He obviously thought that the latter was trying to show off his strength, so he sneered and waved his sleeves.
boom!
The black river rolled down, the purple flame dragon was completely extinguished, and the river rolled down, covering Muchen's head.
"When I capture you, you can lament your stupidity."
Crash.
In the countless lines of sight, the black river rolled down and enveloped Muchen with overwhelming force. This situation was obviously a doomed one.
Many strong men secretly shook their heads. What a pity. Muchen was only one step away from success, but unexpectedly he was blocked. This mysterious vein is indeed the largest vein of the ancient Futu clan.
The black river was reflected in his eyes, but facing such a desperate situation, Muchen's expression was neither happy nor sad, as if he was mumbling to himself: "Since the Eight Divine Veins cannot fill the gap, then, Just change it."
His hands slowly closed together, and then, bright light began to erupt from his body.
At the same time, the eight ancient purple light patterns on the surface of its body seemed to be turning into chaotic colors at a speed visible to the naked eye. And, after the eighth, a touch of chaotic light condensed and gradually turned into the third. nine light patterns
When the ninth light pattern formed on Muchen's body, Elder Futu Xuan, who had been calm on the main peak, suddenly changed his expression, stood up suddenly, and looked at the figure in the sky in the distance with incredible eyes.