My talent is resurrection

Chapter 131
The old man in purple slowly got up a thousand meters away, shaking off the smoke and dust from his body, and looked at Chen Jiu with a gloomy expression.

There was nothing serious about him accepting this punch, but the green-clothed man's ignorance really annoyed him.

With the words before, he had already taken a step back, which was considered to be giving face to the green shirt guest, but this person was so shameless, did he really think that the ancestor of Huangchi had no ability? !
The old man in purple reached the sky above Chen Jiu in an instant, looked at him in the dark, and slowly said: "Since I formed the golden elixir, I have never made a move. Bei Cangming has a lot of golden elixir, but if I really want to fight against each other, the old man is confident enough to enter." This is the top ten in Bei Cang Ming..."

He paused for a while, not in a hurry, looked at Chen Jiu leisurely, and said quietly: "I cherish my talents, I will give you another chance, don't let me down."

Chen Jiu's body was condensed with martial arts, and he smiled at the old man above him: "What's better."

The complexion of the old man known as the ancestor of Huangchi changed, and a Wu Yun flying sword stabbed from behind him. The old man reached out, grabbed the Wu Yun flying sword, and crushed it.

The old man was not in a hurry, and slowly said: "I practiced Taoism at the age of three, and practiced Qi at the age of twenty. When I was a hundred years old, I was only one level away from this golden elixir. When I was more than a year old, I killed a dying old golden elixir in seven realms, and entered the golden elixir from then on.

"But since then, I seldom kill people, probably because I am old and kind-hearted, so I will be patient and give you one last chance."

When the ancestor Huangchi said this, he waved his hand slightly, the moonlight was gone, and the sky was dark.

Everyone below looked terrified, only Nanshanke looked happy, his ancestors had moved the real thing, and his safety became more and more secure.

Chen Jiu was a little laughed at by the old man, his body turned around in martial arts, imitating the tone of the old man in purple, and said slowly.

"I practiced Taoism in my twenties and practiced Qi for two years. Now that I am nearly thirty, it should not be a big problem to be number one in this world."

When the ancestor of Huangchi heard this sentence, he knew that there was no hope of reconciliation between the two, so he pointed at Chen Jiu and said his words like heaven's punishment.

"cut."

At this time, the night seemed to turn into the sharpest knife, and it swarmed up, covering Chen Jiu in the night, and there was the sound of sharp blades cutting continuously.

The girl with the ponytail looked at the dark night with an extremely worried expression, she touched the Taoist priest of the caravan lightly, and asked eagerly in a low voice, "Lord Tianshi, can you save him?"

The caravan Taoist took a look at her, rolled up his sleeves, exposed his thick arms, and said helplessly to the girl with ponytails: "I have small arms and legs, so I dare not go."

The girl with ponytail frowned helplessly, and could only look up at the sky with great worry.

As one of the best Jindan figures in Bei Cangming, Patriarch Huangchi is indeed extremely capable, and this move of "stealing the sky and changing the moon" is unusual.

The ancestor of Huangchi had a slight smile on his face, looking at the dark night with leisure.

Killing in the dark.

Slowly strangle this green shirt guest.

Not Jindanke, not my generation, under my generation, they are all mayflies and ants, killing them casually.

The ancestor of Huangchi was leisurely and contented, but he frowned quickly.

The golden light slowly bloomed in that dark night, and stretched out a golden arm, slowly tearing the night into pieces.

Standing inside, Chen Jiu smiled at Patriarch Huangchi, stretched out his golden arm, and said with a kind smile, "You will be the first golden pill I kill here."

Patriarch Huangchi's face was gloomy, and he said in a slow voice: "It turns out that he is a fellow, but the old man's eyesight is dull just now, but if you dare to say such words, you are not afraid that the wind will flash your tongue?"

How many people in the world dare to say that they want the life of his ancestor Huangchi?

Even if this green-shirted guest is also a golden elixir, if they really want to fight, no one is afraid of the other. Maybe this golden elixir is just a paper tiger golden elixir, and he can kill it with a little effort!

The ancestor of Huangchi was not flustered, but the white-clothed Nanshan guest was afraid of disaster.

If a low-level monk dares to offend a golden core, he can only atone for it with death. Unless the ancestor can always follow him and protect him, otherwise, his life can be taken away by this green-clothed man in just a moment. .

Nan Shan Ke could only shout bad luck, how could there be a Golden Core Immortal hidden in this small caravan!
At that moment, Nanshan guest hated the caravan members extremely. As for Chen Jiu, how dare he hate a golden elixir god, because he thinks his life is too long?
Now the guest of Nanshan really hoped that his ancestor would kill the guest in green shirt on the spot, no matter how bad the fight was, both sides would be hurt, and it would be good if he had no time to care about him.

The last thing Nanshanke wants to see is for the two to make peace. When the time comes, Qingshanke wants his life, but it is just a matter of one sentence. With the temperament of his ancestor, he must be happy to use his life to kill him. Befriend a Jindan immortal.

The more Nanshanke thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he almost knelt down to Chen Jiu and begged for mercy.

Fortunately, Chen Jiu is no longer a bodhisattva.

If it was before, maybe seeing this Nanshan guest was pitiful, he would let him go after beating him half to death, but not now.

Chen Jiuhui killed the ancestor of Huangchi first, and then got to know the Nanshan guest with one punch.

Scholars pay attention to repaying hatred with virtue and resolving hatred.

Fortunately, Chen Jiu is not a scholar.

So he held down the head of the ancestor of Huangchi with one hand, and Jin Guang punched him hard, directly smashing him into the mountains, smashing him for a thousand meters.

The green-clothed guest did not pursue, but stood in the sky, and spoke towards the place where the ancestor of Huangchi collapsed.

"If you have any last words, tell me quickly. I might have a heart of compassion after hearing it... That way I can kill you faster and save you pain."

The ancestor of Huangchi yelled angrily, got up from the mountains, his hair was disheveled, blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth, and he asked Chen Jiu angrily.

"Physical cultivator, do you really dare to kill me?!"

Chen Jiu nodded and smiled, "Very short last words."

His body turned into golden light and rushed to the thunder, and he hit the body of Huangchi Patriarch in an instant, and his head was sunken with a punch, and he fell straight to the ground.

Some monks around heard the great momentum and came to watch from afar. After seeing the scene clearly, their expressions were extremely horrified.

The old man who was beaten violently on the ground was Bei Cangming's well-known Jindan Immortal Huangchi Ancestor!

And the man in green shirt was even more frightening, he even threatened to kill the ancestor of Huangchi!

Chen Jiuluo came to the side of the ancestor of Huangchi, and slapped away the spells he was calling, and Wu Yun condensed into a golden flying sword, hovering over the head of the old man of Huangchi.

The old ancestor of Huangchi was heartbroken, and said in a mournful voice: "Please save my life, senior, I am willing to sacrifice all my treasures in exchange for the life of this junior!"

Chen Jiu smiled and said, "No need, save it for your next life."

The flying sword instantly pierced through the head of the ancestor of Huangchi, bringing up a large amount of blood, and the martial arts collapsed, along with the body of the old man of Huangchi, disappeared in smoke.

Nan Shanke was in a trance, terrified, stumbled to his feet, and fled towards the forest.

Chen Jiu turned around, and flung a martial movement in his hand, like a gust of wind, a life-threatening arrow, instantly killing the Nanshan guest.

Chen Jiu looked around, his body's martial arts slowly dissipated.

The monks around did not dare to vent their anger, and they all left silently.

Chen Jiu smiled at the ponytail girl for the last time, and then went straight to the sky, disappearing for a moment.

Chen Jiuxiao's meaning was very simple, the girl with ponytail understood, it was just two simple words.

Don't be afraid.

The girl with ponytail pursed her lips and looked at the bright moon, exhausting her eyesight, but unfortunately she only saw the bright moon and nothing else.

But fortunately, she is only sixteen this year, so there is still time.

But there is only time.

After today, Bei Cangming eliminated Patriarch Huangchi, who was ranked ninth among the top ten people, and instead added a guest in green shirt to the ten people, tied for first place with Yingtian Sword Immortal of Beifu.

(End of this chapter)