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The sudden change made Wu Chou a little confused, and he almost didn't react.

That late-stage foundation-building monk who had been personally tested by his spiritual consciousness was actually a late-stage alchemy-building monk?

From this point of view, this person is not a manager of the Miaoyin Sect at all, but a person who wants to seize the Heavenly Thunder Bamboo.

Really looking for death!

Do you think things on Jiyin Island are so easy to grab?

After hearing Wu Chou's words, the old monster Chihuo immediately let out a weird laugh, a dark cloud measuring five to sixty feet appeared under his feet, and quickly chased after the escaped person.

Wu Chou, on the other hand, did not move for the time being.

His heart was filled with anger, his eyes were spitting fire, and he immediately pulled off the string of decorations around his neck.

Then, he picked out a skull and muttered a lot of news quickly.

After finishing speaking, he immediately threw the skull into the air.

"boom!"

There was an explosion, and the skull exploded and disappeared into a ball of black gas.

Wu Chou glanced at it, and then quickly chased in that direction.

The three alchemy cultivators fled and were chased by two, quickly flying dozens or hundreds of miles away from the sea of ​​mist.

Shortly after they left, in the center of the foggy sea, the fog suddenly began to billow violently.

A strange roar sounded, and in a secret room in the center of Jiyin Island, a middle-aged man with a skinny figure and slender eyes suddenly opened his eyes.

Holding a ball of black energy in his hand, the man had a sneer on his face.

"In the late stage of pill formation, who dares to come to my Tongtianwu Sea to grab things? Who is this little guy who doesn't care about life and death? Or is it someone who set a trap for me, ancestor?"

"Hey, ancestor, I have great supernatural powers and have already cultivated Tiandu Corpse Fire. As long as I'm not the two old ghosts from Tianxing City, what do I have to fear?"

"I want to see who is so brave!"

As he said this, the man let out a strange roar, stretched out his hand to pinch a seal, and in an instant, green lights flew in from outside the secret room and fell into his sleeves.

He laughed loudly, stood up from the ground, turned into a black light, and quickly flew out of Jiyin Island.

...

Ye Changsheng was galloping all the way, and after flying thousands of miles, he suddenly stopped.

Behind him, two escaping lights were chasing after him. One of them was shrouded in a cloud that was tens of feet tall. From time to time, rumbles of thunder could be heard in the clouds.

This person is the famous Scarlet Fire old monster in Luan Xinghai, who practices the famous Sunflower Water Demonic Skill.

Behind him, the black light was much weaker in momentum.

Wu Chou's strength is still much lower than that of monks like Old Monster Chihuo who have been in the late stage of pill formation for many years.

Seeing Ye Changsheng stop, the two men immediately slowed down and flew over with some vigilance.

"Hey hey hey!"

There was a burst of sneer, and the old monster Chihuo looked at Ye Changsheng with malicious intent.

He and Wu Chou stared at Ye Changsheng closely, the magic weapon in their hands had appeared, and they were ready to take action at any time!

"Who are you? Dare to steal things from our Jiyin Island?" Wu Chou shouted angrily and asked.

It is simply unforgivable for a mere pill-forming monk to dare to run wild on the territory of Jiyin Island.

Just when Wu Chou was thinking about whether he should use some powerful means to give this person some power before his grandfather arrived.

He saw a strange smile appear on the corner of Ye Changsheng's mouth.

The opponent's eyes suddenly erupted with light, and two curved blades appeared and flew into his mind instantly.

Before Wu Chou had time to react, he suddenly felt a pain in his head, his vision went dark, and then he lost consciousness.

With a strange cry, the cold and cruel smile on the old monster's face immediately froze, and a strong look of disbelief flashed in his eyes.

In his eyes, he only saw Ye Changsheng smiling strangely at Wu Chou, and then Wu Chou fell down inexplicably.

How is this going?

Before he could think about it carefully, the red-fire old monster was so frightened that he felt like he was dead. His heart was filled with fear, and a strong sense of crisis surged into his heart.

He turned around quickly and wanted to escape.

However, as soon as the cloud flew less than a foot away, it suddenly stopped and quickly dissipated.

The corpse of the red-fire old monster was exposed from it, bleeding from all its orifices, and his face was extremely ferocious.

The soul-killing seal easily killed two pill-forming monks. Ye Changsheng stretched out his hand and took away their storage bags.

Then flames popped out of his hands and burned their bodies.

Next, he did not leave directly, but stood in the air and waited quietly.

Not long after, a black light suddenly appeared in the distance and rushed towards this direction at a very fast speed.

In the dark light was a middle-aged man with a pale face and slender eyebrows.

He looked at the man standing in the air in front of him with a gloomy expression, his heart filled with rage and murderous intent.

Not long ago, he sensed that his grandson was dead.

This is one of his most valued descendants. His inexplicable death is undoubtedly related to the person in front of him.

Ancestor Jiyin was shocked, angry, and a little unbelievable.

But how could a late-stage pill-forming monk, who was not a Nascent Soul monk, kill his grandson so quickly?

Moreover, even the red-fire old monster seems to have been killed!

There is something weird in this!

Could it be that there are other Nascent Souls lurking here?

Ancestor Jiyin scanned it carefully over and over again with his spiritual consciousness, but found nothing.

Neither any Nascent Soul cultivators nor any hidden formations were found.

The airspace ahead was completely empty, with nothing in it.

The black light flew over very quickly and stopped three or four miles away from Ye Changsheng. Jiyin Ancestor appeared and looked at Ye Changsheng who was standing in front of him with a gloomy expression.

"You, a pill-forming monk, won't run away when you see me?" Jiyin Patriarch asked pitifully, looking at Ye Changsheng with eyes full of crazy murderous intent.

"I'm a pill-forming monk, but I can't match my ancestor's speed, so what's the use of escaping?" Ye Changsheng said with a smile on his face and a very calm expression.

"Okay! Okay! Okay!"

Ancestor Jiyin laughed angrily and said hello three times in a row, his face becoming a little distorted and extremely ferocious.

Vicious hatred and crazy murderous intent surged out of his eyes, and the terrifying coercion belonging to the Nascent Soul stage radiated from his body.

"Who are you? What method did you use to kill my grandson just now?" Jiyin Ancestor's voice was extremely cold, like an evil ghost crawling out of the Nine Nether Hell.

"Do you think I would tell you such a thing?" Ye Changsheng said with a smile on his face.

Hearing this, the ancestor of Jiyin had veins popping out on his face. He said coldly: "Since you don't want to say it, then go to hell!"

"A mere pill-forming monk, no matter how many methods you have, you can never compete with a Nascent Soul monk!"

While the ancestor of Jiyin shouted angrily, he flicked his sleeves, and eighteen green lights flew out from them, turning into refined corpses.

These refined corpses are covered in green and covered with dark and shiny iron armor. They have bare hands, inch-long nails and extremely sharp nails, and their mouths are full of burnt-yellow fangs.

After these refined corpses appeared, they smiled ferociously at Ye Changsheng, and then quickly rushed towards him.

Ancestor Jiyin shouted loudly, but in fact he was very cautious in his heart. He first released the refined corpse to throw stones to ask for directions.

Let’s see what’s so weird about this kid in the late stage of pill formation in front of us.

Eighteen Tiandu corpses rushed towards Ye Changsheng with a wave of evil wind. Each of them had the cultivation level of alchemy, copper skin and iron bones, and were not afraid of attacks from ordinary magic weapons.

These days, even one corpse is a big trouble for ordinary alchemy monks, let alone eighteen.

Ye Changsheng flicked his fingers repeatedly, and streaks of star-marked sword energy flew out, slashing at the eighteen Tiandu corpses.

"Qiang! Qiang..."

There was a sound like striking iron, and the sword energy slashed at the corpses, shooting out large swaths of sparks. These corpses were chopped away, and wounds of varying degrees appeared on their bodies.

"What kind of magical power is this?"

Seeing this scene, Ji Yin Ancestor had a look of surprise in his eyes, feeling incredible.

The opponent's sword energy magical power with a casual strike can actually cut wounds on Tiandu Corpse's body. Isn't this too powerful?

After slaying the eighteen Tiandu corpses, Ye Changsheng suddenly moved and flew forward quickly. He flicked his hands and shot out sword energy rapidly.

"Well done!"

Ancestor Jiyin was not surprised but happy when he saw Ye Changsheng rushing over. If the opponent had stayed where he was, he would not have dared to step forward and attack.
To be continued...