Qi Chen did not go anywhere else, but returned to Liubai Lane.

Liubai Lane is still quiet, but today it is too quiet, and there seems to be no sound at all.

The fear of the barrier cannot be seen by ordinary people or monks. At this time, all the young people have gone to work, and the elders and aunts should be taking care of their children in the alley.

But at this moment, even the barking of the dog was gone.

There is a special aura all around, which firmly locks this alley.

Qi Chen's heart was trembling. When he stepped into Liubai Alley, he smelled the strong smell of blood.

The sunset is bright and red, but today's sunset is not as ruddy as the walls in the alley.

"Xiao Chen, don't go in!" Uncle Wang, who repaired shoes at the entrance of the alley, was lying on the ground. Most of his intestines were outside and had been severed. Blood was flowing continuously. After saying these words, he died.

A huge accident occurred here, the graffiti on the walls was stained with blood, and the bodies of old people and children were everywhere.

Qi Chen continued to walk forward. He was not surprised that the other party found his residence so quickly, but he was heartbroken. He was the one who brought this disaster.

The shrunken Fenghuo lay on Qi Chen's back, with the hair on his body standing on end, and he was whimpering in his throat. It was an angry and frightened cry.

Qi Chen stepped over the corpses. Many of them had no wounds on their bodies and were directly shocked to death.

Most of those with wounds had weapons in their hands, so the enemy punished them.

Human life is like grass.

As he walked, he clenched his fists tighter. He lifted up a child who was protected by his parents and closed his eyes.

He took off his coat and put it on a young girl who was dressed fashionably, as if she was going on a date. The girl's cell phone kept ringing, and her nickname for her boyfriend was displayed on the screen.

There are not many people in Liubai Alley, most of them are old people and children, with average living conditions, and some are young people who rent houses, but they all go to work during the day.

It's not a big place, it's not a small place either, and there's everything you need to eat, drink, and use.

Especially in the morning, the fragrant breakfast is several times more delicious than those in chain stores.

Qi Chen thought that he would never be able to eat again.

"I came very quickly, Mr. Qi, you should still recognize who I am." The ancestor of the demon clan opened all seven eyes, stood at the door of the small courtyard, and looked at Qi Chen with a smile.

His voice was very calm, not vicissitudes of life at all, but it had an irresistible majesty, at least much more powerful than the last clone.

Beside him, there were two figures.

There was a man with a long beard and short hair, wearing a black robe, and looking elegant. He was a Jiufan Sanren from the Taoist sect.

The third person is a woman, with black hair like a waterfall, hanging down to the ground. Her face is a bit sharp, but not obtrusive. Combined with her tall figure, she has a special sense of beauty. She is the Yuliu Master of the totem clan.

"Are you Qi Chen, the person who killed my Taoist sect?" Jiufan Sanren's face was a bit ferocious, his face was born like this, very serious and terrifying.

He stood on the wall of the small courtyard, like a sword from heaven, with its sharp edge sharply exposed.

"It's great to have such cultivation at such a young age, but your talent seems to have peaked." Venerable Yuliu's voice was cold. She came here because Yuyu is her descendant, so she wanted to take a look, but

There was a coldness in his eyes.

The three of them don't show much spiritual power, but they carry a condescending attitude. Most people will surrender after seeing them.

Qi Chen was silent, his eyes scanning like a hawk. He didn't want to reason, because the opponent's fist was big, so the reason was on their side.

An ant cannot question a goshawk.

But at this moment, outside the mountain, he did not question, but scolded: "Let go of your feet."

The ancestor of the demon clan chuckled and glanced at the man at his feet: "No one in the world dares to talk to me like this. If I were here, you would be ruined by just one thought."

Then, he exerted slight force, and Uncle Ma's chest was completely broken.

"This is his punishment. You have to know that it is very impolite for an ant to attack a strong person."

Uncle Ma was a soldier, so he picked up the knife, so his death was more painful than others.

Bang!

Uncle Ma was kicked to the corner and lost his breath.

"This is not a mountain after all." Qi Chen's eyes were heavy and the whites of his eyes were stained with blood.

"I know you are angry and angry, but your vision is too narrow and you only see the truth now. This is the tragedy of the weak."

"Okay, don't talk nonsense. We are not villains." Venerable Yuliu reminded them. They were unscrupulous. To be precise, they did not care about the life and death of these people.

They are used to being superior, and over the years, this has become a fixed mindset.

"A clone didn't kill you back then, but now spiritual thoughts can always kill you." The ancestor of the demon clan took a step forward.

"Buzz!"

Qi Chen stopped talking. He shook his arm and the sword light shot out.

The sword passed through the evening sunlight and pierced directly between the opponent's eyebrows.

"What a sword!" Jiufan Sanren's eyes lit up, "It's a very good magical weapon, huh? It seems that there are a lot of things hidden inside, and my spirit can't even see through it."

"This sword is very good. Could it be that it is a third-grade magic weapon?"

They were very interested. Even they only had one of these magical weapons in their hands, and it also depended on the quality. Some were lower, and they might not be as good as the sword in Qi Chen's hand.

Qi Chen's steps were like wind. When he approached the ancestor of the demon clan, his body suddenly stopped, then disappeared, and stabbed down from high altitude: "I can kill you once, I can kill you twice, I can kill your clone, then

If I can kill Ling Nian, I can kill your real body the next time we meet."

The ancestor of the demon clan did not raise his head, because the eyes on his forehead had already seen traces of Qi Chen.

"Sure enough, Ling Nian came over to see it clearly. It is certain that this sword was forged by a powerful person and is above the third level, probably reaching the second level. However, this kid is not strong enough to exert its power."

"Yes, it's true." Venerable Yuliu said in surprise, "It seems that there are many treasures outside the mountain, perhaps left by strong men tens of thousands of years ago."

In that era, the monk civilization reached a peak, including gods and immortals. How terrifying this was.

But now, no one can even build a third-grade magic weapon, because the most important part of the technology has been lost.

Qi Chen does not have the terrifying talent of Bai Lu, but he also has his own understanding, and his strength is growing rapidly.

The ancestors of the demon clan completely misjudged this point.

In this era, for geniuses, the difference of just a few days can be huge.

The sword broke through the wind, sharp and elegant, and the tip of the sword bloomed like a blooming lotus, with every petal stabbing at the ancestor of the demon clan.

The ancestor of the demon clan suddenly opened one of his eyes, and the world was instantly magnified infinitely.

It seems to be in front of you, but it is in the horizon. This sword seems to never reach the opponent's body.

But he was wrong!

For Qi Chen, the sword is like a writing brush, and the space in front of him is like a piece of snow-white rice paper.

The pen was written with energy and power, penetrating the back of the paper, and the sword intention spread along the folded space.

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One of the demon clan ancestor's eyes was split open by the sword, and the sword edge cut his scalp. A bloody streak spread continuously, and was finally blocked by the other eye.

"He has become stronger." This is the voice of the ancestor of the demon clan.

"Since you can't take him down, let me do it."

A cold and clear voice sounded in Qi Chen's ears, and he saw the Yuliu Master of the totem clan, his palm seemed to be poured with silver water, and he patted Qi Chen's head.

Qi Chen looked solemn, and then moved sideways. His speed was incredibly fast, and his body became more and more powerful as his cultivation level improved.

It looks like retreating, but it is actually moving forward.

After dodging the opponent's palm, he turned into a stream of light and trapped the female venerable with a sword.

The sword is like a prison!

Countless sword rays struck inward and killed instantly. The dense sword rays disturbed the surrounding air and cut off a large number of electrical wires.

The female venerable's body totem glowed, and a pangolin transformed into her body, blocking the attack.

Moreover, the violent counter-shock directly acted on Qi Chen's body, causing Qi Chen to continuously retreat and hit the wall with his back.

"It's true..." Before Venerable Yuliu could finish speaking, he saw his body-protecting totem disintegrating.

She staggered, and her elbow knocked over a basket of steamed buns in front of the canteen.
Chapter completed!