Xianye

Chapter 121
"I'm sure I'll wait? You're so brave! You're such a joke!"

Before Yan Ping could speak, a young man from the Yan clan with a face like a powder, red lips and white teeth couldn't help but sneered.

He stepped on the bright yellow true qi under his feet, and then he came out of the crowd, and flew towards Chen Heng who was sitting cross-legged on the stone pillar in the middle.

This person is called Yan Jia, and his cultivation base has reached the first stage of foundation building - the realm of Qihai Biochemistry. He also has a wealth of wealth and a lot of treasures, so he can be regarded as a warrior. China is also good.

Chen Heng is only a qi practitioner, even if he has the means, in Yan Ping's view, it is more than enough for Yan Jia, a foundation builder, to test his quality in person.

It's just that I don't know what kind of means Xie Tan from the Huashen Mansion gave him to save his life, but we have to guard against this...

at this time.

Yan Jia has already entered the steep stone forest, surrounded by tall and tall pinnacles like swords and halberds, stretching across the wilderness for several miles, dense and strange, sinister and deep.

The inside of the stone forest is dark, and accompanied by the screaming sound of the cold wind passing through the pores, it is like complaining and admiration, like weeping and complaining, which makes the back of those who hear it shiver.

Yan Jia withdrew his gaze from the steep stone forest under his feet, frowned slightly, but was actually a little apprehensive, always feeling that there seemed to be countless evil spirits lurking in the silence below, and would take advantage of his own carelessness at any time to stretch out his ghost hand to kill him. I dragged myself into the deep black like ink.

He swallowed quietly, trying to suppress the unexplained panic in his heart.

Remembering that there was a crowd of clansmen behind him supporting him, he touched the secret treasure of the magic way that had been passed down for generations in his sleeve, and his eyes sharpened slightly.

"According to the previous agreement, first beat this boy half to death, and then sprinkle some moonstones and red river sand on him, and attract the ghosts from the abyss to finish him! This matter is over!"

Yan Jia secretly said something in his heart, a sneer appeared on his face.

The bright yellow real qi under his feet continued to fly forward for tens of feet.

After calculating that the distance from Chen Heng was almost the same, he raised his neck, opened his mouth, and spit out a crystal orb the size of a chicken, and threw it straight at Chen Heng's face!
The orb was full of blue light, and when Yan Jia spit it out, it flashed in the air, turning into a ten-foot-long and three-foot-wide dark blue water wave, like a huge long snake, very nimble.

This "Floating Water Mirage Pearl" imitated from the "Dragon Pearl" is his favorite talisman. It has been sacrificed by Yan Jia himself for more than ten years. It can be sent and received freely, big or small, very flexible.

As long as any cultivator is touched by this wave of water, he will be stunned by the mirage in the water, dragged into a boundless illusion, faint and fall to the ground, unable to wake up again.

At that time, he was just a walking corpse, life and death were in Yan Jia's hands.

And even though he was a little vigilant, he used Taoism and talismans to protect himself tightly during the fighting, and did not let the water waves touch his body at all.

Yan Jia also has his own way.

Just now when the "Floating Water Mirage Pearl" exploded, there was already a piece of wet mist, which secretly filled the atmosphere, as if it was ordinary moisture.

As long as the cultivator who was fighting Yan Jia breathed in the water mist through his mouth, nose and breath, the mirage would naturally absorb his spirit and make him fall into the illusion.

This trick is very covert.

The diffused water mist is colorless and odorless, even if you use your spiritual sense to perceive it carefully, you won't notice any abnormalities at all. It will only make people feel that this is just a disordered inspiration that is normally stirred up when the talisman is triggered.

Relying on this skill, Yan Jia has already murdered many monks during the martial arts fight. Even if the monks are a little higher than him, if they are not guarded for a while, they will probably be tricked.

The roaring waves of the water rushed towards the air, smashing many stone pillars blocking the way to pieces, and the smoke and dust rose up, within ten feet of Chen Heng's body in an instant.

"The moisture seems to be a little different..."

Chen Heng frowned slightly. The Taisu jade body on the fifth floor of the Profound Realm had transformed him. It was out of the scope of ordinary monks, and could almost be compared to some young innate gods and monsters.

As soon as this "floating mirage bead" was spit out by Yan Jia and turned into a wave of water to kill him, his tyrannical physical body made him feel the strange changes in the water vapor in the air, and he quickly closed his breath.

He pointed his hand, and in an instant, the thunderbolt and thunderbolt pearl emitted heavy flames, covering his whole body, and at the same time, red and white thunderbolts spun out, meeting the billowing water waves in an instant.

Boom!
Yan Jia's complexion changed drastically, he only felt that the power in the thunder was so violent that it was simply beyond human power, and with just a few collisions, most of the water wave was sliced ​​off.

Seeing that it was about to be broken open, the original shape of the "floating water mirage bead" was revealed.

He hastily pinched a magic bullet, urged the real qi desperately, swelled the water waves again, recovered a lot, and then rolled across the sky again, dangerously stopping those red and white people who were shooting at him. thunder.

"What kind of fetal breath is he? The one who participated in the study is definitely not the 'ingot gold real qi' in the school!"

Amidst the continuous roaring sound, Yan Jia only blocked a few times, and gradually could not bear this kind of attack. His face was red, and he was agitated by the counter-shock force so that his blood surged wildly, and there were a few traces of sweet smell in his throat.

Where did the qi practitioners come from to be so good?

Could it be that he has already cultivated into true qi? !

This scene not only horrified Yan Jia to death, but also made Yan Ping and the others unbelievable. They only suspected that they were haunted by some kind of illusion.

When they were about to help each other in a hurry, all of a sudden, on the stone pillar, Chen Heng's body seemed to shake slightly, and the scorching flames emitted by the thunder, fire, and thunderbolt pearls also slowly faded away.

"It's done?! Sure enough, it still hit my mirage!"

Yan Jia, who escaped death, was overjoyed.

His hand had already touched the magical secret treasure that had been passed down for generations in his sleeve robe, and he was about to deliver a shocking blow.

At this time, he also paused, then hesitated and shrank back.

He cautiously probed a few more times, and finally burst out laughing in his heart.

This secret treasure of the magic way is called the treasure wheel of the blood river chariot, and it is not easy to refine it.

Not only is it easy to be hostile by people from the Taoist sect, but it also has a certain number of resident, the last time you use it, the last time you miss it.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, and now in Yan Jia's hands, it can only be urged four or five times at most, and it is just a pile of scrap iron, which cannot be used anymore.

At this time, it is good to be able to save one time, maybe it will save my life in future fighting skills...

Yan Jia's mind was spinning all over the place, but her movements were not slow.

Although this "floating water mirage bead" can also fix the soul of a practitioner by dispersing water vapor, but actually attaching to the body is the most direct and quickest method.

Yan Jiafei approached Chen Heng, who seemed to be on the verge of falling, and set up his true qi to press towards him.

The water waves transformed by the "floating water mirage beads" were violently sacrificed, intending to completely destroy the faint protective flames around him, completely smash the mirage into his body, and drag this person into a boundless illusion!

It was almost when Yan Jiazhi was full of complacency and had just arrived within ten feet of Chen Heng.

The eyes of the man on the stone pillar suddenly flashed like two cold lights, illuminating everything in front of him!
"not good!"

Yan Jia's heart trembled violently, secretly screaming that something was wrong.

In an instant, a blue light flew out from Chen Heng's sleeve, extremely fast!
At this time, given the distance between Yan Jia and Chen Heng, even if they wanted to dodge elsewhere, it would be too late.

He was deeply regretful, and subconsciously wanted to touch the secret treasure of the magic way in his sleeve.

With a sound of "poof", the water wave transformed by the "floating water mirage beads" was cut open in one go, Yan Jia screamed pitifully, all limbs were cut off by the Qinglu sword, and Dang even fell from mid-air, his head was broken and bleeding .

"you……"

He was quite determined, even though he fell half to death, he still twisted his body and struggled to escape to the distance, but his eyes were still full of astonishment and confusion.

Clearly under his spiritual perception, Chen Heng's energy was in disorder, and his blood flow also fell silent, as if he was fascinated by the mirage.

This is the conclusion reached after careful investigation several times.

But when he walked in front of Chen Heng, he...

At this moment, he only felt the wind behind his ears, and Yan Jia turned around in horror, and saw Chen Heng stretch out his hand to catch the blood river chariot wheel that fell from his sleeve.

As soon as he stretched out his hand again, he captured himself from the air, strangling himself by the throat like catching a chicken.

"It was just now that you clearly were fascinated by my mirage, how could you look completely fine?"

Seeing the indifferent expression in Chen Heng's eyes, Yan Jia struggled unwillingly and shouted: "Trick me?!"

"Blood River Che Baolun, I've known you for a long time, I never thought I'd run into it here... If it wasn't for it, I wouldn't have come to perform these plays with you."

Chen Heng smiled lightly, and squeezed Yan Jia to death lightly with five fingers.

This series of movements was ups and downs, swift and incomparable.

Yan Pingping and the others could only see Yan Jiafang approaching with a smile on his face. The next moment, his limbs were cut off suddenly, and he fell from mid-air, falling into Chen Heng's hands.

Seeing that Chen Heng's lips moved slightly, he pinched Yan Jia to death.

This was a bloody and brutal scene, which made everyone feel an indescribable feeling in their hearts.

"It seems to be invincible! Don't care about killing people with ghosts, let's go together! Let's kill him together!"

Yan Ping gritted his teeth and yelled, raised the Bailu magic sword on his waist, swirled a gust of cloudy wind and mist, and slashed at Chen Heng's head sharply!
All the members of the Yan family around him also resorted to their own means, and all of a sudden, all kinds of flames burst out, Taoism techniques were launched, and the talisman weapons were swept away.

Chen Heng only glanced at it, pointed his finger at the Qinglu sword, and drove it with his mind, the flying sword pierced through the air several times, blocking all the incoming attacks, like an iron bucket, unable to pour water into it .

Bang!
The cold light shone in the sky.

After several rounds of collisions, the hearts of the Yan family were shocked, and Yan Ping's face was even more ugly.

The Bailu magic sword he drove was Yan Zhen's companion sword during his lifetime, and its rank was not low, and it was considered to be the best among middle-grade talisman weapons.

But the rank of the Qinglu sword in Chen Heng's hand is still higher than that of the Bailu magic sword.

During the duel just now, the Bailu Fajian actually let out a bit of spiritual light, and let out a mournful sound.

"Where did this mud leg get such a terrifying fetal breath, and where did he get this high-quality flying sword?!"

After hastily calling back the Bailu magic sword, Yan Ping couldn't care less about his heartache, and saw a scene that almost drove him out of his wits.

"You... What kind of sorcery did you practice? Are you still a human being?"

Yan Ping took a few steps back in shock:

"No! You are definitely not Chen Heng! Even if that cowardly idiot has such supernatural powers, he will never have such courage! What kind of ghost are you possessing him?!"

He stared at the front with both eyes, and the bloodshot eyes suddenly burst out.

Not far away, I saw Chen Heng pressing his hand on the top door of the dead Yan Jia, and the remaining traces of true energy slowly penetrated from Yan Jia's body into his body.

After dozens of breaths, he let go of his hand lightly, and at this time Yan Jia's body was skinny, and he didn't look like it was before birth.

"True qi...with my current fetal breath size, it is not too difficult to absorb the remaining real qi in the body of a foundation building true cultivator."

Chen Heng only felt that there seemed to be a hot spring rippling between his chest and abdomen, which made his mind feel refreshed and bright.

He took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, carefully wiped off the dust between his palms and fingers, bowed his head and smiled.

After a cultivator dies, all his spiritual breath will return to the universe in an instant, and what remains in the body is only a small amount.

This scene, he had already confirmed it with Rong Guotong Gaolu.

But this Yan Jia is a foundation-building monk after all, and his body size is far from that of Tong Gaolu's. Even the remaining true qi still makes Chen Heng feel that he has made a slight improvement.

"I know that this method cannot be easily shown in front of others, and no living people who have witnessed this scene can be left behind, otherwise, once the matter is leaked, it will cause some people in the Taoist sect to shout for death...

In the Huaiwu Cave, I killed many people, and several Foundation Establishment cultivators endured it and did not use it. "

Chen Heng looked at the Yan family members who were facing an enemy, and said softly:

"Now, in such a place where there is no sky and no sun, I can finally let go of my hands and feet and have a big fight."

"Chen Heng! You use sorcery indiscriminately... Don't tell me, aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?!"

Seeing him smiling, the crowd took a step back unconsciously.

A member of the Yan family with a dark golden complexion looked stern, and shouted loudly.

"Sorcery? Compared with this person's Blood River Chariot Wheel, what kind of sorcery is mine?"

With a move, Chen Heng retracted the Qinglu sword flying in the air into his sleeve, and slowly took a step forward.

"Also, thank you all for using your life to help me become enlightened, I'm sorry."

He cupped his hands slightly, gave a slight smile, and with the breath of the fetus in his body, he urged the innate sun divine light with all his strength, and used the only superior Taoism he had mastered, and it was also the most powerful Taoism in his body!

All of a sudden, there was a shock in the air, as if a furnace of heaven and earth was overflowing and bursting!

A curtain of golden fire flew out from behind him, mighty and mighty, exploding the void layer by layer, like a round of sun crashing down from the sky in the dark vault, annihilating everything with the momentum of sweeping and sweeping away, It is so dazzling that it can be reflected for miles!

In the blink of an eye, the hastily obstructive measures of the Yan family members were wiped out like sand.

The figures were easily swept away and burned through like paper paste.

As soon as the shrill screams sounded, there was no sound anymore...

After half a cup of tea.

After Chen Heng swept away all the relics and corpses of the Yan family members, and recovered the little fetal breath left in his body.

He didn't miss it, just jumped into the air, and chased in the direction where Yan Ping was fleeing.

This person has been shot in the body by the divine light of the innate sun, even though he used several body protective secrets to escape, but the flame essence entered his body, he will definitely not be able to live for a few months.

Seeing that Yan Ping really died at his own hands, Chen Heng was not at ease.

soon.

It was three days.

After some chasing and fleeing, Chen Heng did not know how deep into the abyss, and got into the abyss of several caves.

Finally, he stopped slowly at the top of a hill full of graves, looking forward.

In the distance, was Yan Ping who was tied to the meat table like a dead pig, with all limbs removed and nailed to the iron hook.

And around him, it seemed like a village fair, with gentlemen coming and going, bustling with people.

……

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(End of this chapter)