Chapter 121 Absorbing Power

Author: Hu Fujun

Chapter 121 Absorbing Power

"Are you sure that I will wait? You are so brave! You can tell a good joke!"

Before Yan Ping could speak, a young man from the Yan tribe with a pink face, red lips and white teeth could not help but sneer.

He stepped on the bright yellow zhenqi under his feet and rushed out of the crowd, flying straight towards Chen Heng who was sitting cross-legged on the stone pillar in the center.

This person is called Yan Jia, and his cultivation has reached the first level of foundation building - the realm of Qihai biochemistry. He also has a rich family and many treasures, so he can be regarded as a capable person. Among this group of people

It's also pretty good.

Chen Heng was just a Qi practitioner. No matter how capable he was, in Yan Ping's opinion, it was more than enough to let Yan Jia, a foundation-building cultivator, test his skills in person.

It’s just that I don’t know what kind of life-saving means Xie Tan from Huashen Mansion gave him, but he must be on guard against this...

at this time.

Yan Jia has entered the rugged stone forest. There are tall stone peaks on all sides that are like swords and halberds. They stretch out for several miles in the wilderness. They are mysterious, strange, dangerous and deep.

The inside of the stone forest is completely dark, and coupled with the shrill sound of the cold wind blowing through the large and small holes, it is like resentment, admiration, and weeping, which makes the listeners feel a chill down their backs.

Yan Jia looked away from the rugged stone forest at his feet, frowning slightly, but actually feeling a little scared. He always felt that there were countless ghosts hiding in the silence below, and they would take advantage of his mistake at any time to reach out and kill him.

Drag yourself into the thick darkness like ink.

He swallowed quietly and suppressed the unreasonable panic in his heart.

Remembering that there were a group of tribesmen behind him to support him, he touched the magic secret treasure in his sleeve that had been passed down for several generations, and his eyes were slightly sharp.

"According to the previous agreement, beat this boy half to death first, and then sprinkle some moonstones and red river sand on him to attract the ghosts of the abyss to kill him! That's the end of it!"

Yan Jia secretly said something in his heart, with a sneer on his face.

The bright yellow zhenqi under his feet continued to fly forward for dozens of feet.

After calculating that the distance between him and Chen Heng was very close, he raised his neck, opened his mouth, and spit out a crystal orb the size of a chicken, and smashed it directly towards Chen Heng's face!

The orb was radiant with blue light, and when Yan Jia spit it out, it flashed in the air and turned into a wave of dark blue water ten feet long and three feet wide, like a giant snake that was moving very fast.

This "Floating Mirage Bead", which is imitated from the "Mirage Dragon Bead", is his favorite talisman. It has been refined by Yan Jia himself for more than ten years. It can be sent and received freely, in any size, and is very flexible.

As long as any cultivator is touched by this wave of water, his soul will be absorbed by the mirage in the water, dragged into the boundless illusion, fainting and falling to the ground, unable to wake up again.

At that time, he was just a walking corpse, and his life and death were in Yan Jia's hands.

Even though he was a little vigilant, he used Taoist techniques and talismans to protect himself during the fight, and he did not let any water waves touch him.

Yan Jia also has his own methods.

When this "floating water mirage" exploded, there was already a wet mist, secretly filling the atmosphere, as if it were ordinary moisture.

As long as the monk who is fighting with Yan Jia breathes in the water mist between his mouth and nose, and accumulates it, the mirage will naturally absorb his soul and make him fall into the illusion.

This move is very subtle.

The dispersing mist is colorless and odorless. Even if you use your spiritual sense to perceive it carefully, you will not notice anything strange at all. It will only make people think that this is just a normal chaotic spirit stirred when the talisman is activated.

Relying on this skill, Yan Jiazheng had already killed many monks during the fighting. Even if the monks were a little higher than him, if they were not guarded for a moment, they would be attacked.

Rolling water waves roared into the air, smashing many stone pillars blocking the road into pieces. Smoke and dust rose up, and in an instant, they were forced within ten feet of Chen Heng's body.

"The water vapor seems to be a little different..."

Chen Heng frowned slightly. The Taisu Jade Body at the fifth level of the Mysterious Realm had completely transformed him. He was beyond the scope of ordinary monks and was almost comparable to some young innate gods and monsters.

As soon as this "floating mirage bead" was spit out by Yan Jia and turned into a wave of water to kill him, his strong physical body made him feel the strange changes in the water vapor in the air, and he quickly closed his breath.

He pointed his hand, and in an instant, the Thunderbolt Yuan Pearl emitted heavy flames, covering his whole body. At the same time, red and white thunderbolts shot out, and he immediately faced the rolling water waves.

Boom!

Yan Jia's complexion changed greatly, and he felt that the power of the thunder was so violent that it was simply beyond the reach of human beings. With only a few collisions, most of Shui Lang was cut off.

Seeing it was about to be broken open, the original form of a "floating mirage" emerged.

He quickly performed a magic spell on the pinch, urged his true energy with all his strength, and waved the water waves again, which restored a lot. Then he rumbled across the sky again, narrowly blocking the red and white lightning that was shooting towards him.

Thunder.

"What kind of fetal breath is he? He is definitely not the 'Ingot Gold True Qi' in the sect!"

Amidst the continuous roaring, Yan Jia only blocked it for a few more times, but gradually he could no longer withstand the attacks. His face turned red, his blood surged wildly due to the force of the counterattack, and there was already a hint of sweet smell in his throat.

Where did the Qi practitioner come from such a virtuous practice?

Could it be that he has already cultivated Zhen Qi?!

This scene not only frightened Yan Jia to death, but also made Yan Ping and others unable to believe it. They only suspected that they were possessed by some illusion.

When they were about to rush to help, suddenly, Chen Heng's body seemed to shake slightly on the stone pillar, and the blazing flames emitted by the Thunderbolt Pearl also slowly dimmed.

"It's done?! Sure enough, you still fell into my mirage!"

Yan Jia, who narrowly escaped death, was ecstatic.

His hand had already touched the magic secret treasure in his sleeve robe that had been passed down for generations, and he was about to strike a shocking blow.

At this time, he paused, then hesitated and retreated.

He carefully explored it a few more times, and finally laughed in his heart.

This magic secret treasure is called the Blood River Chariot and the Treasure Wheel, which is extremely difficult to refine.

Not only is it vulnerable to hostility from those who come to Xuanmen, but it also has a certain number of existence. Every time you use it, you will miss it.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, and now that it is in the hands of Yan Jia, it can only be fired four or five times at most, and it is just a pile of scrap metal that cannot be used again.

It is good to be able to save this time at this time. It may save my life in future battles...

Yan Jia's thoughts were spinning all over her mind, but her hands were not slow in her movements.

Although this "floating mirage bead" can capture the soul of a cultivator by dispersing water vapor, actually attaching it to the body is the most direct and fastest-effective method.

Yan Jia flew up to Chen Heng who seemed to be on the verge of collapse, raised his Zhen Qi and pressed towards him.

He violently raised the water waves formed by the "Floating Water Mirage Bead" in an attempt to completely destroy the faint protective fire around him, completely penetrated the mirage energy into his body, and dragged this man into the boundless illusion!

It was almost when Yan Jiazhi was so proud that he came within ten feet of Chen Heng.

I saw a fierce flash in the eyes of the man on the stone pillar, like two cold lights bursting out, illuminating everything in front of him!

"not good!"

Yan Jia's heart trembled and she secretly screamed that something was wrong.

In an instant, a ray of green light flew out of Chen Heng's sleeves, extremely fast!

At this time, given the distance between Yan Jia and Chen Heng, even if he wanted to dodge elsewhere, it would be too late.

He felt great regret, and subconsciously wanted to touch the magic secret treasure in his sleeve.

With a "poof" sound, the water waves formed by the "Floating Water Mirage Pearl" were cut open in one breath. Yan Jia screamed miserably, and all his limbs were cut off by the Qinglu Sword. When he fell from the air, his head was badly bruised and bloody.

.

"you……"

He was considered to be mentally tough. Even though he fell almost to death, he still twisted his body and struggled to escape far away, but there was still a look of shock and confusion in his eyes.

It was clear that under his spiritual awareness, Chen Heng's energy was in chaos and his blood flow was silent, as if he was fascinated by mirage.

This is the conclusion we came to after careful investigation several times.

But when he arrived in front of Chen Heng, he...

At this moment, he felt the sound of wind behind his ears. Yan Jia turned around in fear and saw Chen Heng Shiran reaching out to grab the Blood River Chariot and the Treasure Wheel that fell from his sleeve.

He stretched out his hand again and caught himself from the air, grabbing his throat like a chicken.

"You were clearly fascinated by my mirage just now, how could you appear to be completely fine?"

Seeing the indifferent look in Chen Heng's eyes, Yan Jia was unwilling to struggle and shouted: "You are trying to trick me?!"

"The Blood River Chariot and the Treasure Wheel have been famous for a long time, but I didn't expect to see them here... If it weren't for it, I wouldn't have acted in these scenes with you."

Chen Heng laughed lightly, then used his five fingers to squeeze Yan Jia to death.

This series of movements is swift and unparalleled.

Yan Ping and others only saw Yan Jiafang approaching with a smile on his face. In the next moment, his limbs were suddenly cut off and fell from the air into Chen Heng's hands.

After seeing Chen Heng's lips move slightly, he pinched Yan Jia Sheng to death.

This was a bloody and brutal scene that left everyone with an indescribable feeling.

"It seems that he is invincible! He doesn't care about killing people through ghosts. Let's go together! Work together to kill him!"

Yan Ping gritted his teeth and screamed, raised the Bailu Magic Sword at his waist, stirred up a cloud of wind and fog, and slashed towards Chen Heng's head!

The Yan family members around him also used their own methods. For a moment, all kinds of flames burst out, Taoist spells were fired, and talismans flew into the sky.
To be continued...