390: C390 True Face

C390 True Face

That silver white immortal sword was unstoppable. It could split out trillions of sword qi. It was completely silver, and its killing intent was wild and unparalleled. This was the sword of the Forsaken Immortal King, which was subsequently gifted to Meng Xuan by the Forsaken Immortal King!

"He is …" "Meng Xuan!" Nalan Yanran closed his eyes, and great waves billowed in his heart. In the battle back then in the ancient kingdom of Nine Li, Meng Xuan unleashed a terrifying divine might. He summoned the first clone, the second clone, and killed the elder of the Swordwashing Pool. He also destroyed the Dark Destruction God of the Blackshrine.

Later on, when he and Xiao Huang Ji were preparing to return to the Primordius Court together, they were struck by Mister Ye's golden kick that pierced through the sky, breaking their bones. After falling into the River Styx Plains, Xiao Huang Ji appeared safe and sound, but Meng Xuan fell into the River Styx. Rumor has it that he was already dead.

However, no one had expected that not only had Meng Xuan not died, but his cultivation had also increased to such an extent. In a single move, he had defeated the number one and number two of the Soaring Cloud Ranking. The scene that Meng Xuan displayed back when he entered the Crescent Moon Cave was also extremely terrifying.

He changed his name to the Eight Demonic God Embryo. After ringing the bell eight times, he created the Secret Mansion of the Spirit Palace and the Jade Golden Altar, stepping into the forbidden domain. Huangfu Zhi arrived as well and looked at Meng Xuan. His eyes widened as his breathing quickened.

"It's him, Meng Xuan!" The excitement on Huangfu Zhi's face was even more inconceivable. Everyone thought he was dead, even after years of silence.

Yet now, he had actually appeared before everyone alive. Furthermore, he possessed such a cultivation. In a battle of the same level, he had suppressed the killing god of the Yellow Springs, Mister Ye, and had also beheaded the killing god of the Yellow Springs!

"Is he Meng Xuan? I've always heard you say that I desire to fight him." The Eight Demonic God Embryo was tall like a demonic god, brimming with offensive power, and its eyes were deep and distant.

Na Duo's face was expressionless, but his heart was extremely excited.

He didn't die. He came back alive!

Su Mengxi, Su Ruo, Fu Manhai, and the Saint Daughter of Lunar Scourge were all stunned as if they were struck by lightning. Their heads were buzzing. They could not believe what had just happened.

Su Mengxi's beautiful eyes widened as her gaze turned bright.

He and Meng Xuan had known each other for a long time. The first time was in the intersection area, where Meng Xuan had suppressed the geniuses of the eighth region to the point where they couldn't even raise their heads. At that time, she hated Meng Xuan to death. Later on, in the Lost Divine Kingdom, in that mystical country, Meng Xuan had saved her many times. This caused her to feel a sliver of goodwill toward Meng Xuan.

When she found out that Meng Xuan had died, she had lost a long time ago. But now, he didn't die!

"It's good that you're not dead!" Su Mengxi felt excited and excited in her heart. Then, he patted his own face. What happened to him?

"I was wondering who it was. So it was you!" Patriarch Donghua folded his arms behind his back as a strange light flickered in his eyes. He stared at Meng Xuan. The young master Tu of the East Flower Paradise and the king of the Huo Tong Paradise sighed as well. "This person's future is limitless. He's already grown up."

He pointed at Meng Xuan with resentment in his eyes: "So it was you, it was you who crippled my cultivation!"

It was known to the world that the living, evil thoughts of Immortals in the Stone of Insight and the Golden Taotie all belonged to Meng Xuanzhao. Since this idea had been in his mind for a long time, he had naturally asked for it long ago.

When the crowd heard this, they were even more stunned. Everyone was stunned on the spot as various thoughts continuously churned through their minds like a clap of thunder. Rumor had it that last night, someone had almost killed the fifth life palace cauldron and pushed it into the feces of a vicious beast, spreading the news throughout the entire region.

"Damn, so it was Meng Xuan who pushed the cauldron into the feces."

"He already has the strength to suppress the 5th King!"

"Too terrifying, even the 5th Generation King is no match for him!"

The Second Elder, who was in charge of managing the Punishment Peak, was currently observing Xiao Huang, and as soon as he heard the news, he immediately walked out of the Punishment Peak. His palms glowed as he pointed his immortal sword at Meng Xuan, "So it's you. Today, you won't be able to leave."

Ding Chen bellowed, tears in his eyes. Last night was a humiliating scene that he was unwilling to recall for the rest of his life. What a noble identity he had. He had been pushed into the feces of a vicious beast, making people laugh. He was already certain that this was what the person before him was referring to. How could he possibly allow Meng Xuan to leave so willingly?

"Father, killing him is the same as humiliating me in every way." Ding Chen roared.

Everyone sneered as they looked at Meng Xuan, "Young lad, you still can't tolerate this. To expose your identity in front of a mountain gate of the Primordius Immortal Court is simply courting death."

However, Meng Xuan remained unhurried. He only looked at Patriarch Primordius and said one sentence, "The three sacred arts have already taken shape. "Great Wiping Technique, Great Cutting Technique, Great Devouring Technique."

When Patriarch Primordius heard this, his body trembled. He finally understood what Meng Xuan meant. He then shifted his gaze onto the Second Elder, "Elder Gong, remain calm."

He merely swept an indifferent glance at Gong Zhongchen, and when he turned his head, all he saw was the calm eyes of Patriarch Primordius. He had seen this kind of gaze once before. It was the exact same gaze he had seen when he killed a king from overseas.

In the 72 immortal mountains in the sea, there were many ancient countries. A large part of the reason why no one dared to approach the White Emperor Continent was because they were afraid of Patriarch Primordius. This was because he was simply too strong. Even if Ancestor Feng faced off against Patriarch Primordius, he might not necessarily have a chance at victory.

Gong ChangGeng didn't dare to move recklessly, taking a deep breath.1

Patriarch Primordius said to Meng Xuan, "If you can't deduce it, I'll break your dog legs." If you can figure it out, then I will give you a chance at success, and no one will dare to touch you. However, if you want to save Xiao Huang Ji, you need to go through the Punishment Peak yourself.

Meng Xuan nodded and looked towards the Punishment Peak. There, a petite body seemed to be experiencing pain. He murmured in his heart: "Xiao Huang Ji, wait for me."

When Patriarch Primordius spoke, no one dared to move.

As for those who knew Meng Xuan, they were all looking at him with excitement. For example, Wen Jintong, Fu Renhai, and the others. There were also people who were constantly sighing, like the people left behind by the Yu Yuan Insects.

"Anyone else who isn't convinced, just come up." Meng Xuanzhao's gaze was fixed on Nalan Yanran and Donghua Ancestor. Back when the ancient kingdom of Nine Li had been destroyed, both of them had made their moves. What Dark Shrine? The gates to hell, the Crescent Moon Cave? He wanted to find them one by one. After becoming an Immortal King, how long had it been since he received such a humiliating suppression?

"Just wait until you can figure it out before you act arrogantly." At this time, Nalan Yanran actually calmed down and said.

When everyone heard this, they were stunned and then suddenly reacted. That's right. Meng Xuan's arrogance was based on his ability to completely deduce the Great Huan of the Primordius. If he couldn't deduce it, then it would all be bullsh * t. He was afraid that Patriarch Primordius would be the first one to kill him without them even making a move.

Meng Xuan hadn't moved against her, but she was still calculating. She had already created 5,000 runes on her body. Jiang Wanxian's eyes lit up with excitement. "September, keep working hard, and try your best to extrapolate everything out in one go."

Suddenly, Jiang Jiu's eyes widened. In her line of sight, she saw the terrifying scene that was contained within the flying immortal stone. Deep within the Flying Immortal Stone, there was a thumb sized immortal sword floating, emitting a sharp aura.

These were complex, orderly locks that were densely packed and so dense that it was hard for divine will to even get close to them. She gently touched it and suddenly, the immortal sword came back to life. It transformed into a formless sword qi and rushed out from the flying immortal stone. It instantly entered the space between her eyebrows and almost pierced through her forehead. She hurriedly retreated before she managed to block it.

Following that, her breathing became chaotic as she coughed out a mouthful of blood. Fresh blood flowed from between her eyebrows, covering her exquisite and flawless face.

"What's wrong?" Jiang Wenxin asked nervously.

Jiang Jiu's eyes were still filled with shock. "Order Lock! There are many Order Lock! They contain the power of attack! Anyone who comes close to it with their spiritual will will will be killed!"

As he was speaking, the flowery Sixth King gave a stuffy groan. His tall figure quickly retreated, and a mist of blood suddenly exploded from his body. The three immortal swords pierced through his chest, almost killing him there. He continued to cough out blood, and the shock in his eyes was even more intense than that of Jiang Jiu. "The seventh level of the Order Lock is unsolvable."

The sixth generation king of the Primordius also suffered an attack. His forehead bone was penetrated, and his primordial spirit was heavily injured.

"What's wrong?" Patriarch Primordius asked him.

He revealed a pained expression, "It's a densely packed Order Lock. I was unable to unravel it because I was at the sixth step and was unable to find my master. Anyone who approaches the deepest part of the mountain with their spiritual will will will be attacked."

When everyone heard this, the first thing that appeared on their faces was not to ponder over it. Rather, it was a type of ridicule, a taunt towards Meng Xuan.

If even a Sixth Generation King, who is unable to find a solution to the problem, let's see what you can do.

Meng Xuan finally approached the Fluttering Immortal Stone and his spiritual will slowly entered it. Sure enough, there were source symbols that were as vast as the ocean, all belonging to the Great Wisdom Primordius. In order to completely evolve, he must obtain these source symbols and incorporate them into his own forehead. However, these runes that were like a vast ocean were wrapped in the Order Lock and prevented anyone from using their spiritual will to pry.

Meng Xuan had never seen that Order Lock before, not even recorded in the Superclass of the Supreme Court.

As soon as his divine will drew near, he was attacked. The three celestial swords turned invisible and let out sonic booms as they charged toward him. The finished product was aimed at his forehead and chest.

An armor map appeared all over his body, covering him like immortal qi. However, the Order Lock ignored his defense, piercing through the armed picture and nailing it to his chest. A blossoming flower of blood appeared behind his back and sprinkled into the air. The space between his eyebrows also almost split apart.

"Hahaha, you are useless! You are doomed! Ancestor Primordius will not let you go!" Nalan Yanran laughed loudly.

"If you are too arrogant, you will die prematurely. This is an everlasting truth." Patriarch Eastflower said calmly.

"Don't learn from him in the future. You must learn how to endure before you become strong enough." The Clown Emperor of the Overlord Tower also appeared, lecturing the younger generations.

As for Patriarch Primordius, his eyes turned ice-cold.

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