It was not because of the ferocious power of the Pig Demon King, but because he vaguely felt that the Pig Demon Valley gave him a familiar feeling.
Subconsciously, he thought this feeling was important, like a crossroads of destiny.
Everyone may find a familiar feeling in a certain time, a certain place, and a certain person. Although it has just happened or is about to happen, it seems that it has been experienced before.
Wang Chen had such a feeling at this moment, but he instantly found the source of this feeling.
A map stained by ghost energy...
There is a terrain in it, which is the valley where the pig demon is haunted!
The map description is very clear. As long as one of the locations can be located, it is only a matter of time to find the final destination.
His pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart suddenly accelerated.
When did I become excited because of this opportunity with almost no hope of survival?
Perhaps when I truly understand the meaning of the word inheritance, I can no longer wait, let alone stand outside the true world of cultivation forever.
Silently taking out the map, Chen Shushu followed the Pig Demon King with fanatical eyes.
Taking a closer look, Wang Chen was sure that the place marked on the map was the Pig Demon Valley, and the location of the ruins hiding the inheritance was not far away.
The thin but tough leather is pinched between the thumb and forefinger.
Wang Chen's heart was a little cold, just like his eyes at this moment.
There is a pulling force clearly coming from the map, and that force is still getting closer.
Wang Chen couldn't help but look up at the sky.
The sound of wind and thunder rolling in the distance sounded strangely familiar.
The golden light was dazzling, reflected in the eyes, and quickly grew in size.
Louder than the sound of wind and thunder was the maniacal laughter of someone.
The crazy monk was glaring and laughing with a very strange expression. He transformed into a golden Buddha statue and threw himself at the Pig Demon King without any tricks.
"Buzz!" The dark golden Zen staff kept trembling and making strange noises, and then suddenly pierced out!
At the same time, the golden Buddha statue suddenly opened its eyes, and the Buddha's hand attached to the Zen staff and stretched out a finger.
The pig demon's eyes were red, it howled wildly, and struck hard with the iron rod.
In mid-air, the mad monk and the transformed golden Buddha statue were even smaller than the iron rod of the pig demon, not to mention the Zen staff in his hand which was pitifully small in comparison, but he was not afraid and kept laughing wildly.
"Boom!" Thunder boomed on the ground.
A dazzling golden light erupted, and a circular air wave spread rapidly.
With one person and one demon as the center, sand and rocks flew over a hundred feet in radius, and countless trees rose from the ground.
The cultivators who were originally frightened by the ferocious power of the Pig Demon King and fled in all directions stopped and stared at this scene from afar.
The pig demon king took a few steps back, each step leaving a deep footprint on the ground.
"Happy!" After the violent collision, the crazy monk laughed in the air as if nothing happened, jumped up, raised his Zen staff with both hands and smashed it down without any fancy.
At the same time, the golden Buddha statue glared angrily, attached its palm to the Zen staff, and suddenly fell down.
"Bang!" Flesh and blood spattered, as if a huge flower of flesh and blood had bloomed, and the howling of the Pig Demon King came to an abrupt end.
The huge head was beaten to pieces by the mad monk, and blood flowed everywhere like a waterfall and fountain. The huge headless body fell down, shaking the earth and crushing countless trees.
"Grandma is such a bear, I can't say enough!"
The mad monk's gray robes were bathed in blood, like a Shura from hell, his voice shocked the whole place. How could he still have any Buddhist spirit?
"Crazy monk!" The righteous cultivator recognized him and shouted in surprise.
But the face of the evil cultivator changed drastically.
What determines the direction of a large-scale battle is often the top combat power.
If a strong man like the mad monk rushes over, it will be a situation where the tiger is among the sheep.
"Where are our ranked players?"
Suddenly, a group of evil cultivators panicked and dispersed in various directions, even running away in all directions.
However, many people are hesitant. This inexplicable group fight has turned into a battle between the young cultivators of good and evil. If they escape, the evil cultivators will not be able to hold their heads up for who knows how many years.
Just when the morale of the righteous cultivators was greatly boosted and they were about to rush over, a red light suddenly appeared and turned into an afterimage and attacked the crazy monk.
No matter who is here, right or wrong, no one dares to stand in front of Shura's murderous mad monk, so there is nothing around him.
Under the gaze of everyone, no one knew where this deadly red shadow came from.
The mad monk's grumbling voice suddenly stopped.
Instead, there was a sound of real power clashing as densely as raindrops.
Boom boom boom boom!
The two of them had passed dozens of moves in the blink of an eye.
Too fast! Wang Chen tried his best to look, and then he saw clearly that the red figure looked like a human, but not completely human. His hands and feet were covered with thick scales, and there was a single horn on the top of his head, with red hair floating around.
, the body is agile and contains explosive power. Between the punches and kicks, dragons, tigers and other strange beasts appear in the form, and the roaring sound is endless, and the momentum is amazing.
The mad monk's eyes widened with anger, and the golden Buddha statue behind him had transformed into six arms. He quickly took a picture, and the two men met each other in hand-to-hand combat.
How dare this person confront the crazy monk?
In Wang Chen's opinion, this crazy monk is like a monster ape that is a thousand times stronger. The best way to fight is with kites, not with blows.
He quietly looked at Chen Shushu beside him, and sure enough, this guy was staring at the two of them intently while writing furiously without lowering his head.
"Tu Lie, the inherited cultivator of Tianyao Palace, is said to be extremely good at assassination. It is indeed true. The Tianyao body has already taken shape, and the Hundred-Split Fist has gained its true meaning. It is estimated that the next ranking match on the Qing Ranking will be able to advance again. If the opponent is not
The mad monk who is also good at close combat must have fallen behind at this moment."
"This guy can even name the tricks used by others?" Wang Chen was secretly stunned.
At this moment, practitioners have recognized Tu Lie.
"It's Tu Lie!"
"He's actually here too!"
"You righteous people are waiting. Once the monk is defeated, you will die!"
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"You talk nonsense. Once Tu Lie dies, it will be your death." The righteous cultivators showed no sign of weakness.
"That monk's ranking is a full eight places lower than Tu Lie. I think you are still living in a dream!"
The onlookers fought for a long time, with old and new hatreds welling up together, shouting and cursing at each other, and turning into admiration for the decisive fighting power of both sides. It was as if they all stopped fighting and cheered for the two.
The collision of real powers caused a great momentum, with a muffled sound like thunder, and two air currents, one golden and one red, surging faintly in the air. These two famous young masters of good and evil already have the ability to influence the celestial phenomena.
At this moment, a golden sword light in the sky swept quickly from the horizon, and its force was like thunder. I don't know whether it was the fierce battle between the mad monk and Tu Lie, or the man's real strength, but a gust of wind inexplicably blew up on the ground.
Sand and stones are flying, and the grass and trees are slightly bent.
Wang Chen raised his eyes and saw that the man's white clothes were fluttering, and there was a vague afterimage behind him. It was Li Xun, the diabolo sword.
Tu Lie also spotted Li Xun, his eyes flashed red, he feinted with a punch, and stepped back, as strong as a cheetah.
"Have fun, have fun!" the mad monk shouted. He did not pursue him. His face was red and his eyes were filled with fanaticism.
He didn't even look at Li Xun, but loudly shouted to Tu Lie: "You fight with me, and whoever dares to intervene will be killed by me!"
The mad monk said this, he was happy, but he was slightly aimed at Li Xun, and the surroundings suddenly fell silent.
Li Xun, who was floating in the air, had a dark expression and snorted coldly. But he didn't make any move.
Strictly speaking, both Li Xun and Kuang Monk belong to the Zhengdao sect. If they join forces, Tu Lie can only escape with his body skills.
But at this moment, Tu Lie's full attention has fallen on the two of them. If the situation goes wrong and he is determined to leave, Kuang Monk and Li Xun will definitely not be able to keep him.
The morale of the righteous cultivators was greatly shaken. After a brief silence, they began to yell and curse. Some cultivators, with their clothes in tatters and their faces stained with blood, loudly begged the mad monk and Li Xun to avenge the dead righteous cultivators.
Hearing these voices, Wang Chen secretly laughed in his heart. Based on his understanding of the world of cultivation, these so-called revenge ideas are not as good as practicing diligently to have a glimmer of hope in the future. If you hope that the so-called righteous path or the evil path, I will do it for you.
Revenge is too naive.
The matter was far from over. Suddenly, a roar of strange beasts came from the horizon, like a lion or a horse.
After the experience of the Pig Demon King just now, a thought appeared in everyone's mind. The most powerful cultivators of the younger generation of good and evil are here. What kind of monster dares to come here and act recklessly?
Wang Chen, who also heard the roar, was shocked.
The roar of the strange beast seemed to come from very far behind him, but it suddenly appeared behind him. A terrifying and familiar pressure rushed towards him, and then the sound of wind and fire followed by a black shadow across his head.
After he woke up, he looked up and saw black mist filling the sky, with countless souls struggling in agony. What was strange was that part of the black mist passed by, scattered down, and passed over the heads of many cultivators below.
A cultivator opened his eyes wide and looked up to see who was so powerful, but his eyes were soaked by the black mist. He couldn't help but closed his eyes and rubbed them, but he only felt that his vision was blood red, and then fell into darkness.
In the middle, he screamed, half-kneeling on the ground, his eyes lowered to donate blood, and he struggled to death in such a painful way.
At this time, the cultivators realized that the black mist was so terrifying. They wanted to escape, but it was too late. However, they heard the screams and the dozens of cultivators shrouded in the black mist slowly turned into a puddle.
Blood and water, not even the magic weapon was spared.
Wang Chen's eyes were fixed on a dark chariot in mid-air.
They were two strange beasts with lion heads and lin body, pulling a dark car with a luxurious curtain at the door, floating in the sky above the three of them.
"Master Yin..." Wang Chen and Chen Shushu said at the same time.
The difference is that Wang Chen's voice is very cold.
The traction force of the map is directed towards the luxurious chariot. In this case, once Yin Shiyu takes the map out of the storage ring, he will also be able to sense the traction force directed towards him.
Maybe today, only one of him and Yin Shiyu can survive.