Wang Chen's palm condensed 90% of his own strength and incorporated the power of the outer elixir, completely reaching the highest level of Zifu.
This monk was only at the sixth level of the Purple Mansion. He was first stabbed in the eye by a sword pill, and then slapped hard by Wang Chen's Heavenly Dragon Vajra Palm. How could he withstand it!
His chest was sunken and his back was protruding. He had an unknown number of ribs broken, and his internal organs were instantly severely traumatized.
While being knocked away, blood spurted out from the monk's mouth.
Mixed with countless internal organs fragments!
If you are injured to such an extent, you are basically declared useless. Even if you are lucky enough to survive, you will not have any combat power.
Wang Chen severely injured his opponent with his right palm, then raised his left hand and shouted in a deep voice: "Suppress!"
A breath as vast as the sea surged out of his body and swept in all directions in an instant.
Covering the other five monks around him at the same time!
The five Zifus were all shocked, all showing expressions of disbelief.
"Golden elixir!"
One of them let out a heart-rending howl.
The terrifying power just imposed on them contained a powerful golden elixir aura, which absolutely suppressed and frightened them at the realm level.
These monks thought that Wang Chen was the real Jin Dan, and they were all heartbroken.
The fighting spirit and willingness to fight are greatly weakened.
Of course Wang Chen is not a cultivator of the Golden elixir. The invisible pressure he just exerted was actually the result of stimulating the power of the outer elixir.
There is still a big difference between him and the real Jin Dan.
It's just that these monks were disrupted by Wang Chen from the beginning, and one of their companions was severely injured, subconsciously becoming very afraid of Wang Chen.
It was this instinctive fear that made them lose the courage to continue fighting.
These monks are really not just a mob. They are individuals who dare to venture deep into the Manglong Mountains. However, under the threat of death, the instinct of survival immediately takes over.
Several monks flew back together, some used spiritual weapons for self-defense, and some activated talismans for escape.
Everyone just wants to save their own lives.
"Confinement!"
But at the next moment, a huge fox tail swept across the entire place, intercepting the monks who were trying to escape and restricting their movements.
Qingyingying’s spiritual light covers all directions!
"Qingqiu Fox Demon!"
A monk was dumbfounded and stood frozen on the spot, trembling.
What kind of existence did they get into?
boom!
As soon as the monk finished speaking, a flying sword struck through the air like lightning and circled around him twice.
Light flashed, and four or five bloody corpses fell to the ground!
At the same time, another monk next to him looked down at his chest and saw a snow-white sharp claw piercing through his body and heart from his back, and then emerged from his chest.
His life was drained away in an instant!
And this tragic and bloody killing has not yet ended.
boom!
The roof flew off, and countless rubble and tiles flew everywhere.
A monk with a look of fear on his face just flew into the air, and was immediately cut in half by a flying sword. He screamed and fell back into the rubble of the ruins.
He did not die on the spot, but tried to crawl away from this hell of death.
As a result, the corpse of his companion with his heart ripped out roared towards him and hit him heavily.
It took his last breath!
This abandoned village suddenly regained its tranquility, and all the noise and noise suddenly disappeared.
At this time, even the moon hanging in the night sky quietly hid deep in the clouds.
Wang Chen summoned the Long Yuan Sword and put it back into his body.
After being refined and nurtured day and night, this natal magic weapon is gradually showing its sharp edge!
After retracting the flying sword, he looked at Hu Jiao.
This Qingqiu fox demon was wiping his hands with a silk handkerchief, with a look of disgust on his face.
Aware of Wang Chen's gaze, it quickly put away the handkerchief, looked around and said, "Brother Wang, this is no longer suitable for resting. Let's move to another place."
"I know a place that's nice and secluded."
Wang Chen nodded: "Okay."
But he did not follow Hu Jiao and leave, but swept the battlefield as quickly as possible.
Wang Chen killed four of the seven Zifu monks and gained nearly 3,000 points of heavenly power.
Although they are all casual cultivators, their equipment is not bad. Everyone carries high-end storage bags, and they have twenty or thirty spiritual weapons in total!
Wang Chen has been extremely poor recently, how could he let go of this windfall!
The other party wanted to rob him, but now he is robbing him in turn. This is called the cycle of retribution caused by heavenly principles!
After collecting the loot, Wang Chen used the Mysterious Fire Flying Crow to burn all the corpses to ashes, and then shot out dozens of rebirth talismans and heavenly secret talismans in one breath.
"Walk!"
Under the leadership of Hu Jiao, one person and one demon left the deserted village and sneaked for hundreds of miles, and finally came to a cave.
"It turns out there is a big stupid bear living here."
Hu Jiao explained: "I was kicked out later. The place was OK, but a little dirty."
It waved its palm in front of its nose and said, "It still smells bad!"
Looking very disgusted.
Wang Chen felt that this cave was quite good. The entrance was small and very hidden, but there was a whole other world inside.
But as Hu Jiao said, the smell in the cave is not very good.
But Wang Chen didn't care about this, and he didn't have any mysophobia. He immediately chose a dry and clean place to set up a bonfire again, and took out a few fragrant wood sticks and threw them into it.
This fragrant wood has a fragrant smell, and the aroma produced by burning quickly spreads to every corner of the cave.
It feels like this cave has become warm and comfortable!
"You humans really know how to enjoy it!"
Hu Jiao took the futon from Wang Chen, sat down in front of the bonfire, and sighed: "It's not like us Monster Clan..."
It shook its head and said no more.
The Fox Clan is considered to be very clean and particular among the Monster Clan, and is far from comparable to the Human Clan in this aspect.
In fact, most of the monster clan have not yet broken away from the habits of monster beasts.
Wang Chen smiled and placed the previously seized storage bag and the messy spiritual weapons on the ground: "Half for each person, you pick first."
Hu Jiao was stunned: "I have one too?"
"certainly."
Wang Chen said without hesitation: "You have done your best, so of course you have to share the spoils. This is only fair."
Hu Jiao looked at him blankly: "My mother said that you human race are the greediest..."
It was very fond of Wang Chen, and it didn't care about these external things, so it never thought about getting a share of the pie.
To avoid falling out with Wang Chen over the distribution of spoils.
Unexpectedly, Wang Chen actually brought it up on his own initiative.
"Give it all to you."
The Qingqiu Fox Tribe shook his head vigorously: "I don't want it!"