"Senior Eight, the young one is really obsessed with ghosts and lard. He was actually bewitched by others and came to find the whereabouts of Senior Eight."
Most of the casual cultivators who have been in the cultivation world have become extremely smooth, and the casual cultivator in front of me is no exception. These words come easily.
"Who is looking for me?"
Wang Chen's face looked ugly.
"I don't know, it's a senior wearing black robes. He said he would give us countless wealth if he finds you."
"Until now, I'm still not honest."
Bang. Wang Chen crushed the casual cultivator's hand bones with his kick.
Suddenly, screams echoed through the mountain, and the casual cultivator cried out in pain with runny noses and tears.
"Master Ji has issued a reward for you, which is as high as one million spirit stones. People like me who are scattered everywhere looking for you have not only eight hundred but also a thousand. This does not include Master Tian's reward. Senior, you just kill me."
It’s no use either.”
Xiaoyao was shocked: "Wang Chen, what should I do?"
"Don't be afraid, everything is under control." Wang Chen sneered.
"Wang Chen is awesome! He can still be so calm in such a desperate situation." Xiao Yao marveled.
"When I hold Xuan Qing and the Blood Demon Ancestor in my arms, find a place to dig a hole, and practice for a few years, will they be able to bite me?"
…
"Good strategy!" Xiaoyao was silent for a long time, nodded, and gave a thumbs up.
"Humph." He then let out a cold snort.
"At this point, I still want to inform people."
With a flash of golden light, Wang Chen cut off the head of the cultivator in front of him with a sword.
The horrified expression still remained on the fallen head. The palms of the headless corpse first tightened, and then weakly loosened. After all, the hand held by the hand was not released.
A faint smell of blood floated, and in the blood mist, a very thin black line suddenly rose up and pierced like a steel needle.
Sure enough, there are still agencies!
With a twitch of his wrist, Wang Chen struck out with his sword.
However, the black line was as if he were in another dimension, visible and intangible. It penetrated the Six Paths Sword and sank into his body.
This is not a kind of energy. What exactly is it?
With his whole body's true power circulating, Wang Chen thoroughly checked his body.
I found that a black line was circling in a meridian, but it had no impact on the movement of my body's true power.
He tried a lot, but still couldn't remove the mark. Even after the ancestral energy passed away, he completely pretended that the black mark did not exist.
But obviously, there is always someone who can sense this mark and know his whereabouts at any time.
Cultivation of the world...
"There are so many tricks and tricks!"
After being silent for a long time, Wang Chen gritted his teeth and uttered these words, and rushed into the distance with his shattered dream of seclusion and ascetic cultivation.
This is a magical tracking technique, cast by the mysterious power of inheritance.
And currently he has no way to crack it.
Are you treating me as Tang Monk meat? It depends on whose life is tougher. Wang Chen thought angrily while flying in the air quickly.
The cold air rushing towards his face made him feel a little sad for no reason. Although he was Tang Monk, he did not have Sun Wukong's protection.
Thinking of this, he looked at Xiao Yao beside him, who sensed his gaze and cast a look of fighting side by side.
Then the look in his eyes suddenly changed.
"Can you explain what the deep sadness in your eyes means?" Xiao Yao was confused.
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At the same time, thousands of miles away.
An old man with a pale face and black robe raised his snake-shaped crutch and pointed towards the sky.
"Over there." His voice was old.
"Mr. She is worthy of being the first person to be followed by Mr. Ji. Let's go." A young man who has achieved Nirvana for the fourth time praised.
Several transmission notes cut through the space.
The sound of flying in the air continued to sound, and several cultivators chased after it.
The queue was neat and well-trained.
Wang Chen flew up to the clouds and used the clouds to hide his figure.
Suddenly I felt that the world was so big that there was no place for me.
"I'm still too weak!"
If a weak person has a pile of treasures, they will be robbed quickly, but if he is a strong person, no one will dare to touch them even if he is rich enough to rival the country.
Suddenly the clouds rolled like waves, rising up into the sky and covering them like a big curtain.
Formation?
Wang Chen saw that this sea of clouds had a strange binding force. If he was involved in it, it would be very difficult to escape.
As soon as the sword edge turned, he turned and galloped in the other direction.
Zheng!
A green sword energy instantly cut through the sea of clouds and struck at him, forcing him to turn sideways to avoid slowing down.
The clouds parted, revealing a young cultivator wearing a green shirt and a gloomy face.
Wang Chen was stopped in mid-air.
"Where to go Jiba?"
In just an instant, several cultivators appeared behind him. Among them, a cultivator of the Third Nirvana shouted loudly, his voice was childish and he was not very old.
On the other side, three Nirvana cultivators had unruly faces, staring at Wang Chen with provocative eyes, and approached.
Whoosh whoosh!
The voice of Yukong continued to sound, and five cultivators appeared in other directions. They had Nirvana and Foundation Establishment, and their auras were powerful.
"Are you from Qitian or Wei Wuji?" Wang Chen's voice was low.
He was surrounded by more than a dozen strong men and was in a very bad mood.
"How dare you call Mr. Ji by his first name?" A gun-wielding cultivator shook the iron gun in his hand and scolded.
"You are still young and you have become such a loyal dog. I don't think you will make any progress in the future." Wang Chen sneered.
"Don't talk nonsense with him. Kill him!" A sword-wielding cultivator flashed his sword and slashed at him diagonally.
The gun-wielding cultivator was scolded and became furious instantly. The spear shone with purple lightning and struck first.
There was a flash of golden light, and the human sword seal behind Wang Chen suddenly condensed. He raised his hand and sprinkled golden flames all over the sky.
Big day fire!
With the increase of the sword seal, the Great Sun Fire turned his surroundings into a sea of fire. Even though he did not specialize in fire-based Taoism, such terrifying flames still made it impossible for the besieging cultivators to ignore it.
Various colored gas masks light up instantly to resist the burning of the Great Sun Fire.
In the sea of flames that filled the sky, the sword flashed.
A huge sword energy blasted out, piercing the spear light.
"drink!"
The gun-wielding cultivator looked unconvinced, shouted loudly, and his eyes shot out with crazy fighting intent.
Jiba is just a cultivator of the Third Nirvana, and so is he. In terms of talent, he has been called a genius since he was a child. Why does he have such a reputation in the cultivation world?!
The crackling sound continued, and the tip of the spear erupted with brilliant thunder, and the six sword qi were strong.
boom!
Amidst the explosion, the cultivator's spear collapsed, collapsed, collapsed! It bent nine times in an instant, and with each bend, his whole body was like being bombarded by a heavy hammer, and he retreated in the air.
In the end, his spear bent to an incredible degree, suddenly bounced off, and flew out of his hand.
The cultivator holding the gun had a look of extreme horror on his face, and was instantly hit by the huge sword energy and fell down.
A sword hit the gun-wielding cultivator severely.
Although the results were amazing, there were flaws behind him.
A slight breeze was blowing, and a short-haired cultivator approached instantly and stabbed him with a dagger.
With a flash of golden light, Wang Chen dodged the blow and struck with his backhand sword.
bite!
The dagger was swung away, and the six sword energy turned into filaments and poured into the cultivator's body, causing pain in the cultivator's arm. He could hardly hold the dagger and had to retreat in embarrassment.
"Death!" The burly man with a beard on his face found an opportunity and slashed at him with a white sword.
Boom! A sword energy came forward, and the sword light was shattered in the air.
The clouds rolled, and countless sharp energies shot out, as if the sky was riddled with holes.
In just a short moment, the sky was filled with flashes of swords, shadows of swords, and rumbles of thunder, with terrifying force.
With a flash of body, the sword cultivator rushed forward, and his sword skills whipped up a strong wind of sickle and weasel.
Dang Dang Dang.
With a stern look on his face, he fought with Wang Chen at close quarters and was stabbed more than ten times in an instant.
At this moment, Wang Chen has been observing the situation around him, looking for a breakthrough.
But this group of cultivators obviously knew that Wang Chen had a sword technique that could increase his speed dramatically, so they refused to let go of the encirclement.
While Wang Chen was surrounded, it was not convenient for them to besieged. However, they made a tacit understanding and chose to take turns waiting for the opportunity to move, tightly guarding the encirclement, leaving no gaps for breakthrough.
Boom! A ball of big sun fire exploded in the air, blasting away the burly figure.
While he was being bounced away, Wang Chen's hair suddenly stood on end and he instinctively moved to one side.
Only a sharp cry was heard in the ear, and a blue light flashed past.
A handful of blood mist bloomed in the air.
He barely avoided the heart attack, but his left shoulder suffered a pain and was instantly pierced by a blue arrow, leaving a bloody hole.
Among this group of cultivators, there was actually a cultivator who was capable of long-range sniping.