The six-legged bronze tripod, like a hill, stands in the center of the second half of the divine bridge. The runes on the tripod body bloomed with faint green light, spreading everywhere.

"Kick, kick, kick..."

At this time, a looming figure appeared from behind the cauldron, accompanied by a slight sound of footsteps.

Although the sound of footsteps sounded ordinary, it contained special magic power. Each step seemed to step on Chen Qingyuan's heart, causing pressure that gradually increased.

At the same time, the sound of footsteps made the bronze cauldron emit a buzzing chant, and the green light dispersed to the west in a consistent rhythm.

Not long after, a man stood next to the bronze tripod.

To be precise, it was not a human being, but a corpse with dried flesh and blood.

The blackened skin clung to the bones, looking like it had been dead for many years.

He was wearing a tattered dress, his eyes were sunken, and all his hair had fallen out, leaving him bare.

"Who is he?"

Chen Qingyuan did not take action yet, staring at the dead body on the road ahead, unable to recognize its origin.

This six-legged bronze cauldron is presumably the imperial weapon of this corpse.

It has been so long that it is not recorded in ancient books. Therefore, Chen Qingyuan was very confused about the situation in front of him and had no clue.

The dead body and the bronze tripod stand side by side. In comparison, they are obviously very small, but they give people an ultimate sense of contrast. It seems that the small one is not the dead body, but the ancient cauldron.

Although the corpse is decayed and dried up, some ultimate laws still remain. As time passed slowly, a layer of faint mysterious light intertwined with its body surface, as well as spiritual patterns like rippling water waves.

"bang"

Under the control of the power of the other side, this dead body moved. He raised his hand and gently pressed it on the bronze tripod, causing the tripod to shake violently, with a sound like thunder.

The majesty of the cauldron roared in, like a flood, and it was so powerful that it submerged the void in the blink of an eye.

"Chong"

Chen Qingyuan did not dare to be careless and raised his sword to defend himself.

The sword energy surged out and turned into a crescent moon wave, shattering the power of the tripod.

Holding the Zijun Sword tightly in his hand, Chen Qingyuan's eyes became extremely serious and solemn. Just the pressure of smashing the bronze cauldron made his arms numb, and the swords continued to scream. They were about to start a fight. The situation was not optimistic.

Behind the dead body is the entrance to the other side.

To ensure that Emperor Taiwei passes without consuming any power, it is necessary to suppress the corpse and the bronze tripod.

Perhaps, this is a dead body that the being on the other side has tried all kinds of ways to summon, and no matter how many abilities it has, it cannot be used due to various restrictions.

The dead body stood motionless. Although he has been dead for who knows how many years, he still maintains the dignity of the ancient supreme being and does not bother to take the lead.

As long as no one is allowed to pass, the mission is accomplished.

If anyone wants to force his way in, the monarch will punish him and kill him.

"This road must be opened."

Chen Qingyuan looked back at Emperor Taiwei, who was still staggering towards him, and then stared at the corpse of unknown origin directly in front of him. Taking advantage of this time gap to prevent the wounds from bleeding, he refined several top-grade elixirs and prepared to use them all. Everything, the sharp edge deep in the eyes is condensed into one point, and it can pierce the space.

"Don't be afraid."

Feeling the trembling of Zijun Sword, Chen Qingyuan gently comforted him.

Although it was the first time they met and fought together for the first time, Zi Junjian fully recognized Chen Qingyuan and could even be said to have surrendered.

With Chen Qingyuan's gentle caress, Zijun Sword soon calmed down, and the sword light revealed became more powerful.

His energy and spirit have returned to an excellent state, and Chen Qingyuan is ready to go.

This dead corpse was either arrogant, didn't take Chen Qingyuan seriously, or had some other reason to let Chen Qingyuan heal his injuries without disturbing him.

"strangeness."

Half an hour passed, and Chen Qingyuan's mental state improved a lot. He was really surprised that the dead body was so quiet.

Emperor Taiwei's pace has not changed and he will soon be behind Chen Qingyuan.

Seeing this, Chen Qingyuan could no longer wait.

The momentum of Emperor Taiwei cannot be broken. Stopping and waiting will more or less affect the final display of residual power and lead to errors in the situation.

"Fight with me."

Chen Qingyuan whispered to Zijun Sword.

"Zheng..."

Zijun Sword trembled slightly in response, no longer showing the slightest fear.

"Swish"

In the blink of an eye, Chen Qingyuan raised his sword and killed with overwhelming force, moving forward indomitably.

The corpse's movements were relatively stiff, and he pushed the bronze cauldron with a little force.

A bronze tripod that was half asleep and half awake immediately came to life.

The power is so powerful that it is like a mountain coming down.

"Boom"

A sword struck the tripod body, but did not push it back. The space where it collided exploded with a "bang", chaos and destruction, countless cracks, and flashes of thunder.

After the first blow failed, he drew his sword again.

The vast and majestic sword force surrounded the bronze tripod and the dead body.

However, the dead body was not hindered by any obstacles. He slowly raised his left hand and flicked his fingers.

"laugh!"

The space exploded and the void collapsed. The surging sword power receded like a tide, like glass being shattered by a heavy blow.

"clang--"

Under the control of the corpse, the six-legged bronze cauldron burst out with supreme power. Purple thunder appeared in the Western Zhou Dynasty, and the ancient runes bloomed with dazzling light. All the frantic power was pressed against Chen Qingyuan.

"Wow—"

Faced with unlimited murderous intent, Chen Qingyuan was very calm and hurriedly drew his sword to shake the Shenqiao.

The supreme sword intention that comes out of the slash is unpredictable.

Sometimes it is like a violent storm, and sometimes it is like a gentle drizzle, and the spring breeze is gentle.

The sword's intention changes according to Chen Qingyuan's thoughts.

Combining hardness and softness, each sword struck the bronze cauldron, making a "clang" sound and peeling off several layers of skin eroded by time.

He swung hundreds of extreme sword intentions in a row, but at most they left moderately deep sword marks on the bronze cauldron. It was difficult to repel them, let alone suppress them.

"Boom"

The dead body seems to want to end all this as soon as possible, and it seems to be forcibly controlled by the existence on the other side. It is no longer in a static state and takes a step forward.

When this step fell, the space of a hundred feet in front collapsed, and the ancient coercion spread out from the corpse, filling every corner of the battlefield above the divine bridge. It was particularly suffocating, as if a mortal had fallen onto the endless sea. After fluttering vigorously and struggling hard, he finally exhausted his strength and saw no hope of survival. Finally, he was swallowed by the sea.

This was Chen Qingyuan's first feeling.

The pupils quickly contracted to one point, and an extreme chill emerged from his heels, sweeping across his body instantly. Cold sweat overflowed uncontrollably, blending with the blood on his clothes, making it slightly sticky.

"The strength of this corpse is far greater than before."

Although the corpse had not actually taken action, Chen Qingyuan had already made a judgment, his expression was extremely serious, his heart had stopped, and his face turned pale.