Chen Yan looked at the old man in black robe and said with a sneer.
The old man in black robe narrowed his eyes: "Tell me about it."
Chen Yan said: "First, you commit suicide to apologize and donate all the valuable things you have; second, you commit suicide to apologize, and I will take the things I have with me. How do you choose?"
The black robe laughed sadly.
"Do you think that if that old ghost passed on his power to you, you will become a peerless master and be able to do it in seconds?"
Chen Yan smiled and suddenly rushed forward.
His whole body is now filled with soaring strength.
Even without a fight, I feel uncomfortable all over.
Chengdan realm?
See how powerful it is.
"boom!"
A pure physical fist, punched out with a sound like thunder.
The airflow in the space was completely disrupted.
Before the fist reached his body, the old man in black robe felt that he was hit by a level 10 typhoon. His body was swaying and he was unsteady on his feet. He was shocked. This kid seemed to be the Hedao Yuanshen. How could he have such powerful power?
Even the power of the Chengdan realm is not that strong, right?
But the old man in black robe is not good at fighting.
But the formation.
In a hurry, he took out a magic weapon and activated it fiercely.
"Moo——"
A cow roar came out.
It turns out that this magic weapon is the same kind of magic weapon used by the holy envoy in the White Robe Sect. The black clay cow was a consumable magic weapon found near the castle.
result--
The tragedy just happened.
The fierce bull formed by the clay sculpture was about to charge towards Chen Yan.
Suddenly his body paused, and the next second he turned the bull's head and hit the old man in black robe.
Black Robe didn't expect such a thing to happen at all.
When the fierce bull bumped into him, he suddenly realized that Chen Yan had just obtained the power of the bull-headed man, and it was very likely that Chen Yan had some unusual aura on his body now.
And this aura is related to the Jiuli Divine Clan.
The black bull clay sculpture is the sacred totem of the Jiuli Divine Clan.
It doesn't attack the Jiuli God Clan's people, it turns around and attacks them.
"Nima!"
"Is the bloodline in the tauren still that strong?"
"Ah, by the way, he has horns... Damn it, is this an old guy from ancient times?"
However, he took another look at Long Miaomiao.
Such a young girl.
Her grandpa shouldn’t be old enough either!
These thoughts were spinning in his mind like lightning, but he could not avoid the bull's back collision. He was hit hard, flew up, and hit the wall.
"master?!"
"Master, how are you?"
Several disciples in black robes ran over quickly.
After all, Hei Pao is in the realm of Cheng Dan. The power of the fierce bull clay sculpture is limited. It can break through the previous statements. But Hei Pao is a master of Cheng Dan. Even if he is caught off guard and gets hit, he will not die.
Chen Yan rushed forward again.
The black robe did not dare to be careless this time and loudly ordered his apprentice to deal with those women.
Then......
Wang Hongluan raised his hand and four sky curtains fell.