The world starts from the iron cloth shirt

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Countless novels I have read in previous lives have clearly written that when opportunities are opened, there must be restrictions. Why are they not dead?

Chen Xuan came to the huge portal and touched it lightly with his hand.

The tentacles are cold and extremely real.

Is the real portal?

Emerge from the void!

After he glanced at the door again, he also rushed in directly.

Since there is no restriction, he doesn't need to worry about it. If he dies, the person in front will die first.

Passing through the gate, there seemed to be a long avenue in front of him. It was misty, and he ran all the way, at least for several miles, before finally rushing out of the mist, and what he saw was a completely different world.

Birds and flowers are everywhere, the trees are verdant, and the white mist is misty, like a fairyland.

Chen Xuan was even more surprised.

It is obviously dark outside, so this place is not affected by the outside world?

He looked around and saw that the mountains here are undulating, and there are many buildings on the surrounding mountains, many of which have collapsed. It seems that he has encountered a terrible battle before, and he can even clearly see a lot of sword energy and swords sweeping across The traces were extremely thick, tearing apart the earth and mountains.

What surprised him even more was that a huge palm print appeared on the mountain on the left, with a radius of tens of meters, piercing the mountain.

What kind of power can cause such destruction?

Chen Xuan walked towards a half-collapsed building in front of him, observing quietly. Suddenly, a dangerous aura came from behind him.

If you think about it, the long knife is unsheathed in an instant, draws a mysterious arc, and spins suddenly behind you, as if turning into a vortex, engulfing more than ten poison darts, and then shoots back with the same direction and force .

On the wall not far away, the eyes of the people who just shot the poison darts were all wide-eyed, in disbelief.

Puff puff!

The poison dart was accurately shot on their foreheads, causing them to fall dead on the spot.

The few other people who didn't shoot the poisonous dart all looked horrified, turned around and fled in a hurry.

Chen Xuan leapt over their heads, his long saber was like lightning, and swept across in an instant.

Human heads flew up one after another, and three headless corpses fell to the ground, bleeding.

"Tai Sui breaks ground on his head, and he doesn't know how to live or die."

He put away the long knife and continued walking towards the ruined building.

He had made too much limelight outside before, and I am afraid that many people secretly felt uncomfortable with him, so he had expected this kind of situation.

Chen Xuan searched the dilapidated buildings.

The building that can be seen was extremely huge when it was complete, but I don't know what happened, more than half of it has collapsed, and the ground has become ravines, only a small half is still barely preserved.

Chen Xuan searched here, but found nothing.

He frowned and walked into the distance.

I thought there could be something like immortal energy remaining.

Could this be a sealed wasteland?

Chen Xuan continued to search, and after a while, he appeared in front of a dilapidated building again. As soon as he approached, he found many corpses, all limp and bleeding from the seven orifices. At first glance, he knew that he had been shaken to death by someone with a heavy hand.

Chen Xuan took a deep look at the corpse, his heart froze.

The person who makes the shot is definitely a master.

He continued to walk towards the depths of the building, and saw more and more corpses, scattered all over the place, as before, all of them were limp, as if they had no bones, bleeding from the seven orifices, lying on one side.

Some even had their weapons torn apart by the shock.

Walking all the way, Chen Xuan finally came to an area similar to a hall.

Half of the main hall has collapsed, and only half is still intact.

Inside stood a huge stone tablet, densely engraved with handwriting.

Outside the gate of the hall, there were seven or eight corpses lying in disorder.

Inside the temple gate was a young man in yellow clothes with a bloated body. He was as fleshy as a big meatball, with a round head and a thick body. At this moment, he was quietly looking at the stone tablet in front of him with his hands behind his back.

As soon as Chen Xuan approached, the obese young man felt a sense of regret, "Unfortunately, it is a supreme sword art. I have never been interested in sword skills. This sword art is destined to be lost."

Chen Xuan showed curiosity and said, "Why is it lost?"

The young man chuckled, turned around, patted the stele twice with one hand, and said with a smile, "Because I'm not interested in it, it's doomed to be lost."

Click!

A series of fine cracks suddenly appeared on the stone tablet, like broken porcelain, shattered with a bang, and turned into pieces on the ground. Touch it vigorously.

Even if someone can put these fragments back together, they are doomed to be unable to know what was engraved on the stone tablet before.

Chen Xuan shook his head slightly, feeling upset.

This fat man really gave him the urge to slap him to death.

Deliberately destroying the cheat books of the predecessors, the more important thing is that this fat man destroyed it before he read it.

This is not taking oneself seriously at all.

"Fatty, you are suspected of destroying cultural relics and deliberately killing people. Now that the head arrester has decided to formally arrest you, you have the right to remain silent. Even if you say it, the head arrester will pretend that he didn't hear you."

Chen Xuan's tone was flat, and he walked forward.

Destroying cultural relics in front of my own face, I am afraid that I am losing my mind.

I am dignified as the ninth rank of the imperial court, don't you want to lose face?

The fat man chuckled, and a rich smile appeared on his chubby face. The fat all over his body seemed to be trembling. He gently unfolded a small folding fan in his hand, and there was a hint of coldness in his mung bean-sized eyes.

"Being able to kill a master like Zhao Butou is also a blessing in life for me."

call!

Chen Xuan stretched out a palm, and patted it lightly towards the fat man's body. His strength was exhausted, and his inner energy was condensed. The seemingly light palm actually contained an unknown amount of power, making the space in front of him blur. Indistinctly.

The fat man squeezed out a smile, and his fat body did not hide or dodge, and he also slapped his palm. Like Chen Xuan, his big fleshy hands contained strength but did not vomit, and were concentrated to the extreme.