This demonic flame technique was something Chen Yuan had comprehended from observing Mo Luo's actions.

Whenever Mo Luo possessed him, Chen Yuan was essentially observing the changes in himself from a first-person perspective, which included this ethereal demonic flame. After Chen Yuan's constant exploration and Mo Luo's occasional guidance,

it could already be considered a decent technique.

Moreover, this technique was extremely crucial.

Although his own power limited him to only imprisoning enemies for a brief moment at close range, that instant often determined the outcome of a battle.

Chen Yuan had used up most of his techniques when he fought the Transformation Yang (Hua Yang) Realm expert from the Qishan Tribe, specifically saving this one for a fatal blow at a critical moment.

Now, the opportunity had arrived!

The Qishan High Priest's eyes widened in horror, feeling himself unable to move. He panicked and wanted to say something, but it was already too late.

Chen Yuan raised his right arm, and mysterious, ancient patterns rapidly condensed. His physical body's blood and Qi roared, reaching their peak under Chen Yuan's control.

The Heavenly Core (Tian Dan) within his dantian spun wildly, gathering power into Chen Yuan's palm.

The combined peak of Qi Refining and Body Refining granted Chen Yuan tremendous power. The moment he threw his punch, it seemed to create a sonic boom in the void.

It landed heavily on the High Priest's body.

He had just broken free from the imprisonment when he was struck, unable to escape and forced to watch as the terrifying power unleashed itself upon him.

"Boom!!!"

With a single punch, heaven and earth trembled.

The void seemed to freeze completely at that moment, and the scene was frozen in time.

The Qishan warriors below watched this scene, petrified in place, their eyes filled with disbelief.

A terrifying roar erupted.

The frozen scene shattered, and the High Priest's physical body exploded into a cloud of blood mist!

Dead?

Dead!

The High Priest was actually dead!

Everyone was shocked, followed by fear and lingering dread. Even the High Priest had died at the hands of that Central Plains expert, so what could they possibly do?

However, Chen Yuan did not let his guard down. He sensed that only the physical body had exploded, but the Nascent Soul (Yuanshen)... seemed to still be alive!

However, it had now vanished without a trace.

Only the blood mist and severed limbs fell from the void.

As Chen Yuan searched for the old bastard's Nascent Soul, the surrounding hundred-foot radius of the void suddenly solidified, similar to Chen Yuan's previous technique. Thirty feet in front of Chen Yuan,

a three-inch-tall illusory figure was staring intently at him, its eyes filled with hatred!

It was the Qishan High Priest.

At the instant his physical body shattered, he realized that things were beyond saving and could only mobilize his unstable Nascent Soul to escape the body. However... he could only survive temporarily like this.

His newly formed Nascent Soul was too fragile and had not yet been refined.

If he couldn't find a suitable physical body within seven days, his Nascent Soul would gradually dissipate.

Therefore, his eyes were now filled with resentment!

This was definitely an irreconcilable hatred!

With his newly formed Nascent Soul cultivation, even if he found a suitable physical body, he would never be able to advance further and would be forever trapped in this realm.

And all of this was caused by the Central Plains warrior in front of him.

Therefore, he must die!

Only his death could wash away his resentment.

He even directly used a desperate measure,

to directly kill him with his Nascent Soul.

If one's cultivation hadn't reached the Nascent Soul Realm, and they hadn't practiced any soul techniques, they couldn't withstand such an attack.

Of course, the price would be his own Nascent Soul's dissipation.

But if he didn't do this, this Central Plains warrior would slaughter the Qishan Tribe. They must fight to the death.

"Central Plains person, you will pay the price!"

The High Priest's voice echoed through the void, and then his Nascent Soul charged straight at Chen Yuan.

Under his desperate measure, the nearby void was also affected, and Chen Yuan could only move slightly, unable to dodge. Most importantly,

the speed of the Nascent Soul was extremely fast.

A distance of several dozen feet was just a blink of an eye.

Chen Yuan's eyes narrowed. Knowing that he couldn't dodge, he quickly prepared to defend. The blood and Qi in his body surged, and mysterious, ancient patterns condensed on his physical body.

The Emperor Slaughter Saber (Huang Tu Dao) was directly held in front of him.

As the High Priest's three-inch Nascent Soul traversed the void, it suddenly swelled up against the wind, directly growing to the size of a real person. If not for the faint light emanating from its body,

it would be impossible to tell it was a Nascent Soul.

The High Priest pointed a finger at the Emperor Slaughter Saber, a flash of delight in his eyes.

He seemed to already see the despair on the face of this young Central Plains warrior.

It was worth it to have such a Central Plains warrior buried with him!

But before he could advance further, before Chen Yuan could activate all his power, suddenly, a layer of pitch-black flames ignited on the Emperor Slaughter Saber.

In an instant, it condensed into a somewhat eerie face.

It smiled strangely at the High Priest, then suddenly opened its mouth and swallowed him whole.

"No!!!"

These were the High Priest's last words.

He didn't see Chen Yuan's despair, didn't see his death. At the most critical moment, he was swallowed in one gulp by Mo Luo's Demonic Visage.

Chewing the Qishan High Priest's Nascent Soul, Mo Luo's Demonic Visage showed a delicious expression, glanced at Chen Yuan, and quickly returned to the Emperor Slaughter Saber.

Mo Luo had acted!

He had solved the Qishan High Priest's final desperate measure for Chen Yuan.

This also allowed him to exhale a long breath of turbid air.

To be honest, he had never practiced any secret techniques related to Nascent Soul attacks, and he was somewhat worried about resisting the opponent's methods just now.

Even if he could resist, he would probably be seriously injured.

Transformation Yang Realm experts were indeed not to be underestimated.

He could go toe-to-toe with ordinary techniques, but the Nascent Soul and Divine Soul aspects were still a weakness.

Unless the opponent directly attacked Chen Yuan's spiritual altar, in which case the Destiny Altar would automatically protect its master.

But there was no point in saying anything now. At least the result was good for him.

Looking back, the two phantoms in the void were already dissipating because no one was controlling them. The dragon soul of the Emperor Slaughter Saber also roared and drilled back into the saber.

Only a rope that dissipated a faint golden light remained in the void.

With a wave of his hand, the rope quickly fell into Chen Yuan's hands. It already had many marks on it, and it was estimated that it would be destroyed by the dragon soul in a short while.

But it seemed like it could still be used for a while.

Binding?

Not bad.

It was a technique to imprison people.

Silently putting this treasure into the Heavenly Book space, Chen Yuan turned his gaze to the Qishan Tribe warriors below, a faint sneer on his lips.

The real opponent was gone, and these small fry naturally couldn't be let go.

Chen Yuan's gaze filled them with fear. They immediately turned around and tried to escape, but unfortunately, they had no chance. An invisible, bloodthirsty, and brutal force enveloped the surroundings.

The Qishan Tribe warriors fell one after another, their faces filled with terror.

After taking care of everyone, Chen Yuan said:

"Thank you for your help, Senior."

"This person's methods were indeed extraordinary. You have reached a point where you can compare to a true Transformation Yang Realm expert, but the Divine Soul aspect is still a weakness.

This humble monk has a Divine Soul secret technique that is suitable for you. Your cultivation is almost at that level, only one step away from the Transformation Yang Realm. You can start practicing it now."

Mo Luo's ethereal voice echoed in Chen Yuan's ears.

"In that case... then thank you, Senior."

Chen Yuan said in a deep voice.

Mo Luo was right. His physical body and Qi Refining had both reached their peak. The next step was to prepare for breaking through to the Transformation Yang Realm. However, this last step was not easy to cross.

Otherwise, there wouldn't be so few Transformation Yang Realm experts in the Jianghu.

Although Chen Yuan had encountered Transformation Yang Realm experts and even Sixth Realm Immortals, if you really calculated the distribution, you would find that Transformation Yang Realm experts were still very rare.

Only in this way could the sects with Transformation Yang Realm experts be called top-tier forces.

Not to say suppressing an entire state, but they were definitely top-tier existences.

And to truly break through to the Transformation Yang Realm, Chen Yuan still had a threshold to cross, which was nurturing the Divine Light (Yun Shen). Only by nurturing a bit of Divine Light could there be a chance to break through.

This was also a real difficulty.

However, for Chen Yuan, this problem was not too big of a problem, because he had already started this process a long time ago.

Whether it was the purple Qi coming from the east when forming the core, or the starlight entering the core later, both were essentially nurturing Chen Yuan.

And he already had a faint feeling.

He would be able to 'nurture the Divine Light' soon.

Even if he practiced step by step, he was confident that he could reach this step within three months.

This surpassed countless people.

Not to mention others, it was rumored in the Jianghu that the top five on the Wind and Cloud Ranking were either trapped in this stage, or... had just nurtured the Divine Light.

So Chen Yuan was already very satisfied.

The Divine Soul secret technique that Mo Luo passed on to Chen Yuan was called 'Divine Thorn' (Shen Ci). The name was simple, but its power was very impressive. It was also an extremely valuable secret technique in the Jianghu.

It was a secret technique that Mo Luo accidentally obtained when he was a Bodhisattva in Lingshan.

As long as he succeeded in practicing it, the situation of the Qishan High Priest before would not happen again. He could directly stab him to death!

After killing everyone brought by the High Priest, Chen Yuan adjusted his state in place and then changed direction and headed to the Qishan Tribe's base.

Since they had already formed a deadly feud, there was no need to hold back.

The Central Plains and the grasslands were irreconcilable, and he always had to do something.

After all, those who are not of our race are sure to have different intentions.

......

......

The Qishan Tribe's base was on one side of the Qishan Mountains. Similarly, there were no city walls built, but were covered by towering tents. At a glance, there were quite a few people.

This was just the main base. According to Chen Yuan, there were other tribes of the Qishan Tribe distributed within the territory.

At this moment, in the Qishan base,

the originally noisy crowd suddenly became quiet, subconsciously looking towards the void, where a black cloud was gradually gathering, shrouding the base.

The faces of the many experts guarding the tribe gradually became solemn.

"This is... someone trying to attack?"

"Quick, quick, find the High Priest!"

Qishan King was summoned by the royal court to the Central Plains. The strongest person left behind was the High Priest. Therefore, after something happened, many people's first reaction was to find the High Priest's whereabouts,

and let him make the decision.

But just as a few people were discussing, there was suddenly some commotion in the center of the Qishan Tribe. An astonishing message quickly reached their ears.

The High Priest's soul lamp... was extinguished!

They were well aware of what this meant.

The High Priest had fallen!

This was definitely a huge message. Seeing a powerful enemy attacking, and the High Priest had happened to fall, everyone suddenly lost their backbone.

"Quickly notify the Great Elder. Also, transmit my decree, gather all the cavalry guarding the tribe, and everyone prepare for battle!" A middle-aged man stood out.

He was Qishan King's younger brother, with a noble status.

Seeing that no one was in charge, he had to bite the bullet and step up.

Faced with his orders, after a moment of solidification, everyone quickly obeyed the orders and went to gather all the cavalry in the base. Even if the High Priest was not there, they could still fight with the battle formation.

Qishan Yungu looked at the black cloud gathering in the void, his face becoming more and more solemn. But he didn't know why, that person didn't attack, and he didn't know what he was waiting for.

Could it just be to show off?

In the void, Chen Yuan's gaze was very indifferent, and a strong killing intent escaped from his eyes.

The Gujin Royal Court had actually sent troops!

This news was completely accurate after his confirmation.

Before he arrived at the Qishan Tribe's base, he had encountered a patrol of cavalry. He learned about this from their conversation, and then forced them to ask with means.

The result was still the same.

Gujin Khan Wanyan Tianba, and Divine General Wanyan Shu personally led 700,000 iron cavalry, trying to break through the Central Plain's Liang Province barrier. It had to be said that this news... was huge.

It was also a huge disaster for the Central Plains.

At least in his understanding, the grassland had not had such a huge movement in nearly a hundred years.

He couldn't help but think of the previous events. Could he be the fuse?

Although his character was ruthless, after many things changed, he also had some different ideas than before. He definitely did not want to see the Central Plains people suffer.

Although the royal court's eastward expedition also had some benefits for him.

For example, it would further aggravate the decline of the imperial court.

Therefore, Chen Yuan now hoped that the imperial court would suffer heavy losses on the one hand, and on the other hand, he did not want the Northern Barbarians to successfully break through the pass, just weaken the imperial court's strength.

Of course, the main reason was that he was not ready to rebel yet.

If he could delay it for a few years and give him time to grow, then under internal and external troubles, the Sima family would probably not be able to hold on.

He would also usher in an opportunity.

But 700,000 troops marching east, it didn't look like they could easily retreat.

"Senior, if I cause another big disturbance in Gujin Royal City, will I be able to force Wanyan Tianba to retreat?" Chen Yuan asked in a deep voice.

If he could, he would grasp the degree and take action at a certain moment.

Not only would it attack the imperial court, but it would also allow the Sima family to hold on for a few more years...

"The royal court is not that simple. Last time, we just caught the other party by surprise, plus another expert took action, so it went so smoothly,

it is almost impossible to come again."

"The Barbarian God of that Gujin Royal Court has already awakened, and it will take some time to sink again. If you and I go now, we will just be going to our deaths."

Mo Luo's voice entered Chen Yuan's ears.

When Chen Yuan heard this sentence, his eyes narrowed, flashing with fierce light.

"The royal court's eastward expedition can't be decided by just one or two things. I think they had already prepared before the royal court sacrifice, but this matter still depends on the imperial court's response.

If the Liang and You borders are breached, the world will probably fall into great chaos, but unfortunately... it is not yet time. The Dao God Palace is not ready, and you... are not ready either."

"This matter has exceeded our expectations, but I don't know if the King of Northern Liang can withstand the 700,000 iron cavalry of the grassland." Chen Yuan's eyes flickered uncertainly.

"That person from Wudang Mountain has broken through, and may take action if necessary."

"Oh?"

Chen Yuan nodded thoughtfully.

If an immortal takes action, then it may not be certain.

But in terms of strength, the Central Plains is naturally far superior to the Mobei grassland, but the power is too scattered. The power of the Jianghu is too strong. The top ten immortal sects alone control absolute power.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Yuan temporarily suppressed this idea. In any case, the Central Plains will suffer no small losses this time. Now that he has a chance,

he naturally has to retaliate.

Qishan King's Division.

Let it perish...

There was no trace of pity in Chen Yuan's eyes. He quickly took out the Chen Clan's battle flag from the Heavenly Book space, dripped a drop of blood essence on it, and with a thought,

the sound of horns suddenly sounded in the world, and an aura of iron and blood permeated.

At the same time, dense Yin Qi was rising in the surrounding area of several miles.

With a wave of the battle flag,

in an instant, countless heroic spirits appeared.

Chen Yuan didn't waste any time, pointed directly at the Qishan Tribe below, and said in a deep voice:

"Today... massacre the Qishan Division!"

"Obey the order of the Young Master!"

"Obey the order of the Young Master!"

Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits roared in unison, and then generals from the army appeared one by one. With the sound of a battle drum, all the heroic spirits descended from the sky!

And at this moment, the people below were not ready.

Many people stared blankly at the Yin soldiers and ghost generals falling from the void, freezing in place for a moment.

"Will Senior feel pity?"

Looking at the slaughter below, Chen Yuan suddenly asked.

"All beings are equal, and this humble monk will naturally feel pity."

"Then why doesn't Senior stop it?"

Chen Yuan asked with flickering eyes.

The other party had tested his heart before. Now, Chen Yuan also wanted to see what Mo Luo's reaction would be.

"If this humble monk stops it, will you definitely stop?"

"Of course not. The Northern Barbarian tribes have been attacking the pass every year for the past two hundred years, massacring the people of the Central Plains. Such sins can only be compensated with blood.

Moreover, this junior has already formed a deadly feud with this Qishan Division, and it is impossible to hold back."

Chen Yuan said lightly.

"So this humble monk will not stop it."

After Mo Luo finished speaking, he completely fell silent.

And Chen Yuan had a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

This day was the darkest moment for the Qishan Tribe. Hundreds of thousands of heroic spirits formed a battle formation, their power shocking the heavens. Even though the Qishan Tribe still had tens of thousands of cavalry guarding it,

they didn't have much resistance before they formed a battle formation.

The Chen Family Army, who had once guarded the Southern Border and resisted the demon race, stirred up a massacre on the grassland again after hundreds of years.

From the nobles of the Qishan Tribe to the old, young, women and children,

no one survived under the passage of the Yin soldiers.

There was nothing to pity. The Northern Barbarians did even worse when they attacked the pass!