On the hillside, Feng Jueyu and Youquan Yaoshu were fighting fiercely like two masters of the world.
The Youquan Demon Tree is a big demon in the starry sky and has no magical weapons to use. In order to test the strength of his physical body, Feng Jueyu deliberately used only his two fists and did not use the Underworld Sword.
This is not to show off one's ego, but simply a strategy to test one's own physical strength.
Of course, even without a sword in his hand, he can still unleash his unparalleled sword energy.
On the mountain road, Feng Jueyu and Youquan Demon Tree transformed into peerless masters, fighting from east to west, from south to north, from hillside to mountain, and from mountain to hillside.
The fists and claws of the two were flying, causing the mountains to break and rocks to break, and the trees to be destroyed into ashes. Where the two fought fiercely, the ground cracked and trees fell to the ground, leaving the hillside in a mess.
As the two continued to use their unique skills and methods to collapse, a certain degree of landslide actually occurred.
The two of them fought fiercely like a scourge, with no grass growing anywhere they passed. No one knew how many punches they had received and how many moves they had passed.
But Feng Jueyu's momentum is as turbulent as the Yangtze River and the sea, and its vastness is comparable to the vast ocean. It is inexhaustible and inexhaustible.
Slowly, the power of the Youquan Demonic Tree was no longer fierce. Instead, it changed from a tough attack without giving in, to relying on weird body skills to dodge everywhere.
At this time, its starry vortex-like eyes sometimes contracted and expanded, then contracted and expanded again, obviously changing from surprise to shock.
As a foreign species from heaven and earth, and with dead alien heroes acting as spiritual intelligence, how could Youquan Demon Tree fail to see that Feng Jueyu was just a seventh-level god who had just broken through, while he had the strength of the eighth-level peak?
But why can't I defeat this kid?
The most frightening thing is that this boy's inner aura is extremely powerful, as if he has endless strength, and he never gets tired no matter how hard he fights.
Although the Youquan Demon Tree is not as spiritually sound as a normal person, it can still feel whether the enemy's vitality is sufficient or not.
It has to be said that this powerful and vigorous vitality is exactly what it urgently needs at the moment.
But it was obvious that the enemy in front of him was by no means easier to deal with than the three-legged Biying. On the contrary, he was still a little stretched due to the injuries on his body.
After thinking about it like this, Youquan Demonic Tree suddenly turned around and ran to the top of the mountain. He actually gave up fighting Feng Jueyu and ran away first.
"Run? Can you run?"
Feng Jueyu was stunned when he saw this, and immediately realized that the Youquan Demon Tree had the idea of escape. This was not bad. After all the hard work, wasn't it just to fight for a rare opportunity in this world?
If I let you run away, I'm not here in vain.
Feng Jueyu started running wildly and tried to catch up.
The battle between him and the Youquan Demon Tree had already spread throughout the towering Cangshan Mountain. Those gods from all walks of life who rushed here without fear of danger had seen the imposing beam of light rising into the sky from the top of the mountain before, and they immediately realized that,
There must be a big battle on the mountain.
However, no one saw the battle between Feng Jueyu and the Youquan Demonic Tree with their own eyes. No one knew that someone had already found the true form of the Youquan Demonic Tree.
On the west side of the mountain, an old man with gray hair held a sharp long knife in his hand, and after fiercely cutting off the strange hands entangled around him one by one, he stopped.
Looking around, the strange and strange red-leaf mulberry forest seemed to be much quieter, and the number of those strange hands had also been significantly reduced during this period, so that the elder and his juniors had some time to rest.
The elder looked towards the top of the mountain, with a strong look of doubt in his eyes. He was silent for a long time, and then he said to the man and woman beside him: "The attack of the Youquan Demon Tree has weakened. Something must have happened on the mountain. You two
Wait here, don’t go further up the mountain, I will come back as soon as I go.”
"Teacher, do you want to face the Youquan Demonic Tree alone?" a young man asked loudly.
"Of course, this is a rare creation in this world. It is like a flood of wealth and wealth. How can I, Zhao Changyuan, let it go? Remember, don't follow me."
After speaking, the elder turned into a stream of light and swept towards the top of the mountain.
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In a corner of the Nanshan Mountain, in an open space that had been cleared by humans, there were countless pieces of wood and pieces of strange hands scattered everywhere, as if they had been dismembered.
A beautiful young woman with a charming appearance raised her head while holding a foot-long copper rod engraved with mysterious Taoist seal textures with one hand, her jade face as white as fat appearing and disappearing uncertainly.
"The domain force field of the Youquan Demonic Tree has been weakened. This beast must be in trouble and cannot miss this opportunity."
After saying that, the beautiful young woman gave a faint smile, and her body was as light as a feathered spiritual bird and soared into the sky. Under his feet, a huge butterfly emerged. The butterfly's wings were gorgeous, with colorful and splendid patterns, and a pair of spiritual eyes like
A profound cave, unfathomable.
"Master, please take a Tianji Bao Shen Dan quickly. It can restore a lot of life energy."
"Um."
The young woman responded, took out a jade-like elixir and drank it.
…
At the bottom of the north mountainside, Chen Chong said to Chen Yang'er: "Yang'er, you stay here while grandpa goes to meet that evil beast."
Chen Yang'er saw this and grabbed Chen Chong's clothes: "Grandpa, I want to go too."
"Nonsense, there is a Tongshou taboo barrier on it. If you go there, I will be easily distracted."
With the opportunity in front of him, Chen Chong didn't want to hurt Chen Yang'er's self-esteem, and his words were extremely straightforward.
The implication is that if you go, you will cause trouble, and I will not have time to take care of you.
Chen Yang'er also knew that her cultivation would bring trouble to Chen Chong, but she really wanted to see the Youquan Demonic Tree with her own eyes.
Just as he was about to plead, Yuan Chongtian said: "You might as well let Miss Yang'er follow. I saw a strange phenomenon on the top of the mountain, and the ancient trees nearby have greatly reduced their demonic power. I think the Youquan demon tree must have encountered some trouble. Now
It's when its strength is at its weakest, so it doesn't matter if it opens Miss Yang'er's horizons."
Leng Yunfei smiled confidently and said: "Yes, there are so many of us, but we are afraid that we cannot protect Miss Yang'er. Don't worry, Mr. Chen, I can leave the safety of Miss Yang'er to me, Leng Yunfei."
When Chen Chong heard this, he hesitated. In fact, he was not very relieved to leave Chen Yang'er here alone.
Coupled with Chen Yang'er's pitiful begging look, Chen Chong finally made up his mind: "Okay, in that case, you can follow me, but you must stay with me when you go up the mountain and don't go more than five steps away."
After saying that, everyone walked side by side to chase the clouds up the mountain.
On the way, Chen Yang'er looked at the majestic and domineering Pilian Zongheng on the top of the mountain. It was obvious that someone was fighting. Chen Yang'er wondered: "Grandpa, this forest was like a demon just now. There were strange hands everywhere. Now there are a lot less strange hands. They know how to fight."
Could it be that fellow Taoist surnamed Feng met the Youquan Demonic Tree? And threatened that monster? That’s why the Youquan Demonic Tree had no time to take care of other people?”
As soon as I saw the white light rising into the sky from the top of the mountain, I knew that someone was fighting there, but when I saw the scene in person, no one could tell what happened.
However, Chen Yang'er inexplicably remembered Feng Jueyu's aloof face and kept away from strangers, and somehow felt that Feng Jueyu might have a fight with the Youquan Demon Tree.
This kind of speculation is not out of the blue. After all, there is only one big demon on the mountain, and before this, there was no too classic and tragic battle.
But her guess was immediately overturned.
"The girl is talking about the little guy who just broke through the seventh level? Haha, it can't be him."
The speaker was Leng Yunfei, who was wearing a blue shirt.
Chen Yang'er listened quietly.
Yuan Chongtian laughed sarcastically and said: "Brother Leng is right, Miss Yang'er, that person's cultivation level is only at the lower level of rank seven, and there is no way he can be the opponent of the Youquan Demon Tree. But if it were him, then he would die without a burial at this moment.
It’s a land, after all, it’s the Youquan Demonic Tree.”
Chen Chong did not comment, but had another inference: "It might be him, or there might be many people. Anyway, that battle must have something to do with the Youquan Demon Tree. Maybe it was a group of people fighting with it.
, which worsened his injuries and weakened the offensive in the Tongshou Forbidden Land."
"This guess is reasonable."
Yuan Chongtian was strolling in the courtyard, extremely confident. He turned to look at Chen Yang'er and said, "Miss Yang'er seems to care about that boy very much. Could it be possible..."
As soon as the words came to this, Chen Chong immediately interrupted: "How is it possible... My daughter, Yang'er, would fall in love with that unknown boy who turns out to be a loose cultivator? I admit that he saved Yang'er.
But if he is worthy of Yang'er, it's ridiculous that Yang'er won't like him, right, Yang'er."
Chen Yang'er nodded without thinking: "Of course, I just think he saved my life and I don't want him to die miserably like this. Apart from that, there is nothing else."
Yuan Chongtian smiled when he heard this: "I believe that Miss Yang'er has a noble birth, and she is not comparable to that of a mud-legged girl. Miss Yang'er is kind-hearted, and we admire her. It's a pity, that boy overestimates his abilities, and he is only in the seventh rank.
If he dares to venture into this muddy water, in my opinion, he may be in for more trouble than good."
Hearing this, Chen Yang'er lowered his head and said nothing, but he was not worried about Feng Jueyu. Instead, he thought to himself that you are also in the middle or lower level of rank seven, so you still have the nerve to criticize others.
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Following the battle between Feng Jueyu and the Youquan Demonic Tree, at this time, countless powerful people sensed the changes on the top of the mountain and rushed towards the mountain without any effort.
Opportunities are right in front of us, and no one wants to miss them.
On the top of the mountain, a thin and short figure came to the place where Feng Jueyu and Youquan Demonic Tree were fighting fiercely just now. He couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the broken leaves piled in the waves, broken trees intertwined, and rocks scattered on the ground.
"Has someone found the Nether Spring Demonic Tree? Is it possible? The battle was so fierce, and there were no corpses left. With the intensity of the battle, if two top masters were dueling, there must be the Nether Spring Demonic Tree."
The thin and short figure murmured: "Who can fight against the Youquan Demonic Tree to this extent? If it breaks down, if it's too late, I'm afraid I won't even be able to drink the soup."
As soon as he finished speaking, the thin and short figure flew towards the mountain.
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On the top of the mountain, Feng Jueyu was wielding the Pingdu artifact at his feet, and his cultivation had reached its peak.
After chasing him all the way, the Youquan Demon Tree could not get rid of it at all, so he had no choice but to return to the top of the mountain.
On the top of the majestic mountain top, there is an open area with no hair on it. Only in the middle of the top of the mountain stands an extremely exaggerated towering tree.