The love debt between me and Feng Aotian

An Qingxue's assassination ability is definitely one of the best in the entire Dasheng, but killing Yu Zhisheng, who has the blessing of a large formation, in such a fair and open manner is completely a pipe dream.

It is obvious that something went wrong with Xu Chen.

This young man is definitely not as ordinary as he looks. It was this young man who was talking to the Holy Lord's corpse just now.

Combined with Yu Zhisheng’s previous surprise, it can be seen that this young man is probably the beginning of the disaster.

"He tried to kill me, and then I killed him, that's it."

Xu Chen put the whole thing in the simplest way possible, looked at the elders, and said, "As members of the Demonic Cult, you shouldn't criticize me from a moral high ground, right?"

He knew from the beginning that Yu Zhisheng's reaction was a bit extreme, as if he was setting a trap for him.

Three hundred years ago, he had experienced countless major events and had long understood the wickedness of human nature, so he would always be more cautious in everything.

Previously, when he was repairing the formation, he transferred the control of the formation to himself.

Ordinary formation masters can't do it, but he can.

If it weren't for these three hundred years, he would have been able to control some of the formations in the imperial city.

However, at this point, the empress has most likely already firmly grasped the control of the imperial city formation in her own hands.

His view on killing is that if you want to kill me, no matter what the reason is, I will kill you back.

Since Yu Zhisheng had the idea of killing him, he would kill Yu Zhisheng in return.

He doesn't care where this place is or what will happen next.

As it should be.

As soon as Xu Chen finished speaking, all the elders fell silent.

They didn't expect it to be so simple.

But how did he do it?

As the Holy Lord, Yu Zhisheng, they all knew very well the Holy Lord's strength, which was not something An Qingxue and he could deal with at all.

Even if there were two emperors, it would be difficult for them to win against Yu Zhisheng who was supported by a large formation.

"This is the Holy Word Church. Aren't you afraid that we won't treat your assassin organization with courtesy?"

The Great Elder looked at Xu Chen, his voice trembling.

They are now like paper tigers, just pretending to be tough.

Yu Zhisheng is dead, and they don’t have the right to use the formation. How can they be a match for An Qingxue and the mysterious young man in front of them?

The only thing we can rely on is numbers.

The Holy Word Sect is not as small in number as the Holy Puppet Sect. Moreover, most of the elders are very powerful. If they are combined, they can barely deal with an emperor-level strongman.

Killer organization?

Xu Chen wanted to laugh. It seemed that they didn’t know that An Qingxue had left the organization.

An Qingxue also seized the opportunity and said at this moment: "You, the Holy Word Church, think you can take action against the assassin organization? Foolish people really can't clearly understand themselves."

"Are you going to kill them?"

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She turned to look at Xu Chen and made an indifferent expression that she thought was very handsome, with a kind of loneliness that came from having killed fish in RT-Mart for decades.

Xu Chen shook his head. He didn't want to cause so much trouble yet and said, "Take the Seven-Leaf Magic Grass away."

"You are lucky. I will spare your lives."

An Qingxue turned around and looked at the elders, saying, "Where is the Seven-Leaf Magic Grass?"

None of the elders spoke.

“Why can’t people communicate well until they get hurt?”

As An Qingxue finished speaking, neat cuts appeared on the elders' clothes.

Without exception, they were all saints, but they had no time to react under An Qingxue's sword. Blood oozed out from the cuts in their clothes, flowing like a bright liquid.

"I'll take you two there!"

At this time, the third elder Li Luyan finally couldn't hold it anymore and spoke to Xu Chen and An Qingxue.

"Finally, there's someone smart."

An Qingxue knew that swords were the easiest way to talk. She gave herself a perfect score for what she had just said and said quietly, "Lead the way."

Xu Chen wanted to laugh when he heard this, but he didn't laugh out loud and embarrass An Qingxue. He followed behind...

……

Half an hour later.

"It's going so smoothly... It feels like things go smoothly every time I'm with you."

An Qingxue had already stepped on the sword and left the Holy Word Church with Xu Chen.

Of course, the Seven-Leaf Magic Grass has been obtained, and the current Holy Word Church has no right to disobey them.

"Without you, I wouldn't dare come."

Xu Chen was telling the truth. Without An Qingxue, he would never dare to do this.

His current strength is not enough to support him to negotiate a deal with such a large sect.

Even if he knows a lot of secrets, it's useless.

Just like before.

Yu Zhisheng turned against us the moment the formation was repaired, which was completely different from before.

If he had not been more careful, he and An Qingxue would have died at the hands of the Holy Word Teachings.

The world of immortal cultivators is so cruel that you can't trust each other until the last second.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have been chopped down with a hatchet.

"So where are you going next? I'll help you no matter where you are."

"Anywhere?"

"Yes."

"Physically?"

"you……"

An Qingxue's face suddenly flushed, and she puffed out her rosy cheeks and gently pushed Xu Chen, but she was afraid that Xu Chen would fall, so she didn't use much force.

Xu Chen discovered that the middle school girl wasn't as cool as she looked back then, so he smiled and said, "It was just a joke, don't take it seriously."

"So where to go next?"

"When will the Autumn Water Cold Wave and the Boundless Realm open?"

Xu Chen talked about two secret realms in a row, wanting to know what happened in these two secret realms in the past three hundred years.

Two of the remaining six treasures are in these two places.

The Moonless Secret Realm is, after all, just the weakest secret realm, because only those below the Grandmaster level can enter. The other secret realms basically have no restrictions on realms, and at most they restrict those at the Emperor level.

This is because most secret realms cannot withstand the aura of several emperor-level powerhouses. If several emperor-level powerhouses enter, they may collapse at any time.

Even if some secret realms allow emperor-level powerhouses to enter, they will still impose various restrictions on them.

Most of the restrictions are to restrict the emperor-level strongmen, instead of restricting even the grandmaster-level strongmen like the Wu Yue Secret Realm.

However, the boundless realm he mentioned is very interesting.

No matter what realm the practitioners are at, they cannot use even a trace of spiritual energy when entering.

Purely relying on the flesh.

This perfectly fits his current situation, and the Infinite Fruit can basically be said to have been obtained.

As for the autumn cold wave...

If An Qingxue is here, the problem may not be too big, unless Xia Rushuang and Wang Junjing also want to go.

"The Autumn Water Cold Wave will begin in about a month, and the Boundless Realm in two months."

An Qingxue pondered for a moment and then passed the two messages to Xu Chen.

After the autumn cold wave...

It would be great if the time of the two secret realms could be swapped, but unfortunately that’s not possible.

Xu Chen thought this, but at this moment he didn't know that one of his fellow Taoists had been in the Autumn Water Frost Tide for three hundred years...

169. Xu Chen and Their Shura Field

Two days later.

"call."

Xu Chen breathed a sigh of relief and felt that the meridians in his body were much more active than before.

After eating the Seven-Leaf Magic Grass, it took him two days to digest it, and his realm finally reached the seventh level.

He now has the ability to fight against the peak Grandmaster level. At the same time, the Seven-Leaf Magic Grass has the effect of resisting illusions, plus the previous treasures.

Xu Chen is now almost fearless of ice, fire, and illusions.

Of course, he is not completely fearless. If the opponent is much stronger than him, it will still be difficult to defeat him.

For example, if there is a strong person who is ranked in the upper middle level in the Saint Realm, even if he is a person who uses ice and fire attribute spiritual energy, he will most likely not be able to provoke him.

As for illusion...

He possessed the Book of Illusions and knew a lot about illusions. Now with the Seven-Leaf Illusion Grass, there was no reason for him to lose unless the illusionist was at the Emperor level.

It can be said that he still has a chance when facing enemies with specific attributes.

However, if you want to deal with his fellow Taoists...

Not quite qualified yet.

At least, he couldn't even beat An Qingxue who was beside him.

To be honest, An Qingxue's talent was not much worse than Xia Rushuang and Wang Junjing, but she did not use it in the right way.

Her moves are all about looking cool, but they are not practical.

Another point is that practitioners at a high level pursue not only the realm, but also the state of mind and enlightenment.

To put it simply, it is somewhat similar to the perfect realm.

People who have reached a perfect realm can easily crush those at the same realm.

But An Qingxue obviously did not have that kind of mentality or awareness.

If you want to become the strongest, you have to take extreme measures. Some strong people even deliberately hide their identities, lower their realm, and experience the sufferings of the world in order to temper their character.

Some people even enter the gay world in order to hone themselves.

Of course, it is hard to say whether it is for the purpose of honing myself.

"Have you finished absorbing it?"

When An Qingxue saw Xu Chen's expression, she almost understood what was going on and asked.

Xu Chen nodded and said, "Almost."

"Then we should go out and have some fun."

An Qingxue stretched, revealing her graceful body curves, her waist was slender and her legs were long and slender.

The only pity is that after three hundred years of baptism, the chest is still as plain as a plain.

"What are you looking at? Are you shocked by my beautiful body curves?"

"I'm wondering if I were to fold a paper airplane right now, would it land on your chest?"

"I'm not sure what you're talking about, but I feel rude. You really do like big breasts, don't you?"