At the age of three, he accidentally ate a Nine-Line Dao Fruit that no one had discovered, and the Dao Fruit's sky-reaching light beam was obscured by a cloud of calamity.
When he was four years old, he lost his footing and fell off a cliff, landing on the belly of the Supreme Elder of the Guanghan Sect. He was accepted as the junior disciple of the headmaster.
When he was seven years old and was fond of swimming, he was swept away by the turbulent undercurrent in the ice lake, only to find the corpse of an ice dragon that had absorbed most of the essence of the Dragon Ball.
He was surrounded by good fortune throughout his life, which is why he is now famous in the spiritual world.
No one younger than him can fight.
Those who can fight are not as senior as him.
His seniority and background are not as strong as his.
Babies who are stronger than him are not as good as him.
Even his body and appearance are overwhelming.
So he had no doubt at all that wherever he went, there would be great opportunities to deliver goods to his door.
A nine-marked elixir suddenly appeared in front of him. To others, it might be the smoke rising from the ancestral grave, but to him, it was just a drizzle.
At this moment, Murong Xumu was slightly stunned when he saw that the magic medicine with nine spiritual patterns suddenly turned into a pitch black mass, which looked like it was not a good person at first glance.
At this moment, the datura root trembled crazily in his hand like chaff, and a terrifying screaming face suddenly let out a terrifying howl.
"Sound~~~~~~" The piercing cry, which is different from the frequency of human sound waves, is like a steel needle stabbing at the face, soaring straight into the sky.
The trees that were originally covered with ice crystals were shaking continuously amidst the terrifying screams. Drifts of snow mixed with ice cubes were falling downwards. Several birds fell straight from the sky. In the center of the screams,
Wang Chen was like straw in a hurricane, with his hair flying wildly and his clothes flying violently.
The thousands of words in Wang Chen's heart were all reduced to two words: "I... grass..."
Almost instantly, the hard ice clinging to his body shattered and fell.
The rolling snow rolled and fell, inexplicably reminding him of the blizzard he encountered on his way north.
It was while the wind and snow were blowing and the screams had not stopped that Wang Chen tried his best to calm down the chaotic ancestral energy in his body, and stabbed Murong Xumu with his sword.
Murong Xumu's world was collapsing as his soul was attacked. He knelt down on one knee, panting violently. Countless double images appeared in front of his eyes, and his mind was filled with Venus dancing wildly, just like the violent sequelae of a mortal running overload.
However, this did not prevent him from sensing the danger of the sword and instinctively raising his hand to condense a blue ice shield.
The spiritual power of the legal cultivator is already strong, not to mention that he is the undisputed leader among the younger generation of legal cultivators. The close-range soul attack of the mandala root is not fatal, and his consciousness is rapidly reorganizing and recovering.
Xiaoyao is a very strange existence. Even Li Tiannan cannot see her. Although she does not have much fighting power, she is able to fish out Wang Chen's soul during Li Tiannan's soul search.
Therefore, Wang Chen believed that Xiaoyao had extremely strong resistance to divine soul attacks. Even so, after taking precautions in advance and being protected by Xiaoyao, he still almost fainted. The divine soul attack of this datura root was enough to dispel ordinary people.
Even Bai Linhu, the leader of the gang, could not bear the soul of the cultivator.
"Dang." The Qinggang Sword was flicked to the side like a fly shaking a tree.
"It's too strong." Wang Chen and Xiao Yao were both stunned, and then a look of madness bloomed in Wang Chen's eyes.
At this moment, it was either you or me who died. Wang Chen took a step forward, grabbed the Qinggang dagger that had fallen to the side, and struck with the sword again.
But his eyes were unconsciously attracted by the actions of the mandrag root, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.
Seeing that the shrieking of the spirit had no effect, the mandala root raised two roots and struck at Murong Xumu.
What's even more frightening is that the speed of the whiskers is almost like an afterimage, faster than Wang Chen's sword!
One person and one demon actually attacked the strongest among the three parties at the same time.
The white hands were slightly raised, as if they were waving away the dust floating in the air. It was indescribably free and unrestrained. The air condensed rapidly, and the crackling sound was like the shadowless air shattering in the extreme cold. That sword
It was frozen in mid-air at the same time as the flying roots.
After taking a slight breath, Murong Xumu's dazed pupils shrank slightly, and his consciousness quickly returned.
His eyes were calm, like the surface of a frozen lake, and his perfect face was slowly raised, with traces of sullenness, and a strange and evil look.
He didn't check for a while, but he was almost plotted by this extremely ugly tuber and a rogue cultivator with extremely low cultivation level, which made his heart feel cold.
"Now these two guys actually want to take advantage of his illness to kill him?"
"How could anyone dare to treat Mr. Murong like this?"
With his eyes raised, his hands maintaining the posture of freezing the dagger and roots, he slowly raised his head.
Ha... Although he was angry, his demeanor remained the same, his lips were slightly open, and there was a hint of a graceful and cold smile at the corner of his mouth.
The cold air was gathering, and the next moment he would freeze the two ignorant guys, and then trample them to pieces.
"Um?"
Just when he thought everything was under control, in the white mist raised by the cold air, a thin black root shot into his mouth like a poisonous snake lurking in the soil.
Then, Murong Xumu's smile condensed on his face, and he felt that the whole world became colorful, and he fell down on his back, splashing a cloud of snowflakes.
After an hour of pretense, he fell down for a second. Wang Chen was dumbfounded. Just now he clearly saw that two of the three roots under the mandala root were frozen, but he used extreme cunning to turn the middle one like a poisonous snake.
He generally probed into Murong Xumu's mouth.
Then this guy who was good at ice fell on his back.
A chill ran down his back. The cultivator in the world was so big that even a cultivator as powerful as the one in front of him could be plotted to the ground by a dark mandala root. He secretly vowed that he would not underestimate any opponent in the future.
Moreover, you must not be pretentious.
The mandala root knocked down Murong Xumu, and he screamed "chirp" twice happily, but suddenly bounced up like a hard stone, trying to hit Wang Chen's head.
He instinctively understood that Wang Chen was much weaker than the fallen guy. At this moment, his heart was so swollen that he just wanted to kill Wang Chen and enjoy this rare high-quality nourishment.
"You dare to be arrogant!" Wang Chen almost laughed at the arrogance of the tuber. He was already on guard and punched the mandrake root.
"Bang!" The mandragora root was knocked away.
It is in the air, with three roots protruding from its lower body like poisonous snakes.
"This guy is just like a master who is proficient in martial arts!" Wang Chen retreated hastily. He didn't know what was so special about the roots of this mandala root, but seeing that the one who was playing on the ice just fell down at the first touch, there was probably something dangerous about it.
poison.
With his feet connected, he retreated extremely fast. It was a disorienting step that had already transformed, and ordinary people couldn't see where he landed.
However, this speed could not compare to the mandala root that even Murong Xumu caught. Seeing a root thrust towards his mouth quickly and urgently, he pressed his lips tightly while reaching out fiercely.
Go over and grab the middlemost root.
"This thing just stuffed Murong Xumu's mouth, what if it touches my own face?!"
My hand felt soft and numb, and then the ancestral energy poured into my hand crazily, resisting the poison.
"Hey", the mandala root that was pinched by its roots originally thought it had subdued Wang Chen.
It is gifted with two magical powers, both of which are rare skills that dominate the world. One is the soul scream, but the activation conditions are harsh and it needs to be pulled up by an external force before it can be activated. The other is its poisonous roots, which contain
A poison that can turn you into an immortal with just one puff.
Unexpectedly, when the poison struck, the fertilizer in front of me, which didn't look very fertile, showed no signs of poisoning at all. Instead, my hands held it tighter and tighter.
The dark, screaming face seemed to be in great pain, struggling desperately, but could not pull out the root. Gradually, the root was stretched longer and longer, and finally, it broke into two parts with a "pop" sound.
"Haw!"
Amid the scream, the mandala root plunged into the soil and disappeared.
Xiaoyao was dumbfounded and stared blankly as the roots of the mandala root between his legs were pulled into two pieces.
"This thing is so poisonous!"
Wang Chen, who had cultivated ancestral energy, was invulnerable to all poisons, but at this moment, even his hands felt soft and numb, which was evident from the poison in the roots of the mandala.
He raised his hand and decisively threw away the poisonous roots. With a pinch of the sword, the Qinggang Sword flew straight out and penetrated Murong Xumu's throat.
"While you are sick, you want to take your life and let him continue to chase you?" Wang Chen doesn't have that masochistic tendency yet.