The one-armed male cultivator fell heavily to the ground, blood spurted out from his mouth, and he spit out a large number of internal organ fragments.
His vitality was quite tenacious, and he did not die on the spot despite being so severely injured.
But even if Wang Chen didn't take the last hit, he wouldn't be able to survive for long, because Wang Chen's blow had penetrated his body through his arm, shattering all his internal organs and causing his Dantian to completely collapse.
At this time, Wang Chen stood still, with the appearance of the Heavenly Dragon faintly emerging behind him!
Heavenly Dragon Vajra Palm!
Wang Chen learned this Buddhist palm technique from the Dharma of Tianlong Vajra. By constantly brushing up his experience points and adding points twice, he has now reached the state of great achievement.
Its power is several times stronger than the Dzogchen-level Vajra Fist.
This monk at the ninth level of qi training was considered very powerful without being instantly killed by Wang Chen's palm.
Bang bang bang!
Along with a burst of dense explosions, dozens of points of cold light that hit him fell one after another.
But it was blocked by Wang Chen's heavy light shield.
What fell to the ground was a bunch of blue poison-quenching flying needles.
This kind of magic weapon flying needle has the power to break magic and armor, and it is very sharp after being quenched with poison.
However, only for monks at the Qi training level, Wang Chen is not only a Zifu monk, but his heavy light shield has already been cultivated to the level of Dzogchen, deriving special defensive power.
It's just a flying needle, let alone breaking the defense, it can't even scratch an itch.
Seeing such a scene, the female cultivator who cast the flying needle was immediately shaken and realized that she and others had hit the iron plate.
Monk from Zi Mansion!
The female cultivator's heart felt like thousands of horses were galloping, and she couldn't even cry even if she wanted to.
The dignified monks of the Zifu actually pretended to be pigs and ate tigers, revealing the aura of their Qi-training rank, which made them mistakenly think that their plan had succeeded.
In the end, he lost his life!
She flew back without thinking.
The scarred monk was faster than the female cultivator. What this guy just played was not an attack talisman, but a wind talisman that blessed himself, whipping up a gust of wind and escaping out of the hall.
The two of them escaped not too slowly, but unfortunately a red flying sword burning with flames suddenly broke through the air and caught up with the female cultivator who was one step behind.
There was a flash of sword light, and the female cultivator's head flew into the sky.
The red sword that killed the female cultivator still had its power, catching up with the scar-faced male cultivator like lightning and piercing his body!
[Heavenly Power +7], [Heavenly Power +8], [Heavenly Power +9]
In Wang Chen's field of vision, three information prompts appeared one after another.
There are still consecutive numbers.
The next moment, the red sword flew back and automatically returned to the scabbard hanging on Wang Chen's back.
After killing three monks in a row, Wang Chen looked outside the hall and said in a deep voice: "Since you are here, why are you hiding your head and not showing up?"
After a while, there was silence outside.
Wang Chen sneered and said, "Do you want me to invite you out to meet me?"
His soul attribute is very high, his perception is extremely sharp, and the detection range of his spiritual consciousness is far beyond that of monks of the same level.
When we were fighting just now, we noticed the movement outside.
In fact, the other party hid it very well, but some traces were still leaked, and Wang Chen, who was extremely vigilant, noticed it.
"Alas~"
This time, a helpless sigh came from outside the hall.
An old man in gray robe walked into the main hall, raised his hands to Wang Chen with a sullen expression and said, "Yang Yi, a casual cultivator, has met fellow Taoist monks. I don't mean to offend him, I'm just curious to see the excitement."
This old man's beard and hair are all white, he has kind eyebrows and kind face, and he is clearly a member of the Purple Mansion.
He lowered his head and glanced at the one-armed monk on the ground who was staring blankly, and sighed: "I didn't expect that the three brothers and sisters of Qinghe would all fall here today. It's really a cycle of karma and retribution!"
Seeing the other party's appearance, Wang Chen's eyes flashed and he said: "We are destined to meet each other, let's sit down and talk."
"That's fine."
Yang Yi, an old man in gray robe, waved his sleeves and cleared the corpses on the ground together with blood and water out of the hall.
He came to Wang Chen, took out the futon from his storage bag, and sat down generously by the bonfire.
The old monk from Zi Mansion had empty hands and had no energy to gather. He looked very upright and upright.
The vigilance in Wang Chen's eyes faded a lot.
He also sat down and took out a jar of spiritual wine and two empty bowls.
Yang Yi's eyes suddenly lit up, he sniffed and swallowed, looking like he was about to spit out his saliva.
Wang Chen patted open the seal of the spirit wine and poured a bowl for the other party and himself.
The aroma of wine overflows.
Wang Chen picked up a bowl of wine: "Please!"
"Thank you very much!"
Yang Yi couldn't wait to pick up the wine bowl.
Drink it all in one gulp!
After finishing the drink, he smacked his lips and said with great annoyance: "Oh, I didn't even taste it!"
Wang Chen smiled and took out another jar of spiritual wine: "Fellow Taoist, please do as you please."
Yang Yi was overjoyed and quickly grabbed the opened jar of spiritual wine and filled it up for himself.
This time he tasted it slowly, showing a satisfied look.
"Good wine, really good wine!"
The old monk from Zifu wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and murmured: "I didn't expect that I could drink such good wine."
Wang Chen waited for him to finish the second bowl of wine, and then asked: "Fellow Taoist, how long have you been here?"
"how long?"
Yang Yi looked a little confused. He scratched his head and recalled, "It should have been more than half a year, at least half a year?"
More than half a year?
Wang Chen remembered that the Kowloon Underground Palace had been closed some time ago. Did the other party come in before it was closed?
He asked again: "Then how did you get here?"
"It was teleported in!"
Speaking of this, Yang Yi's hair stood up: "It's really evil. I used to be fine. I didn't expect something went wrong this time, and it spread to an unexplored area."
"I've been looking for the way back, but I haven't found it yet!"
The old monk started chatting: "I also met some monks who came in the same batch as me. They can't get out either. Everyone is trapped here!"
Wang Chen frowned: "Then why don't you go with them?"
"hehe."
Yang Yi glanced at Wang Chen and said meaningfully: "In this world, what is more terrifying than evil spirits are humans!"
Wang Chen nodded silently.
What the other party said makes sense. In many cases, the human heart is much scarier than evil spirits.
Rather than traveling with people with ulterior motives, it is better to take risks alone and explore the way out, and you will not regret it even if you die.
Yang Yi asked: "Are you new here?"
"Yes."
Wang Chen replied calmly: "It's been more than half a month, and I've been tricked by the teleportation array in the Kowloon Hall."
Yang Yi sighed: "Oh, I still expected you to know how to get back!"
He looked extremely distressed: "If I had known, I wouldn't have come."
"Who would have thought?"
Wang Chen smiled and said, "Are you wondering now why I don't have poisonous hair yet?"
There was a smile on Wang Chen's face, but there was no smile in his eyes.
He looked at the old monk from Zi Mansion across from him as if he were looking at a dead person!