I guess the natal skills he practiced should have special resistance to the power of thunder and calamity. "
The male cultivator in white stared at Chu Chen's body curiously and said slowly.
His eyes were very sharp and gave people a very uncomfortable feeling.
It seemed that what he was looking at was not a person, but a treasure or a magic weapon.
"In my opinion, he should be practicing thunder-attribute skills. The level of this skill seems to be quite high, so he has natural resistance to the power of thunder and lightning. When the natural disaster came, it seemed that he was swallowed by chance. Part of the power of the Thunder Tribulation is why he can exude the aura of the Tianhe Realm with a mere cultivation of the Linghe Realm.”
"You already have good eyesight, but this time, you were only half right."
The old monk chuckled, and the wrinkles on his face were trembling slightly, "This young man did not practice the natal Kung Fu with the attribute of thunder. What he practiced was a magical body-building secret technique, one that can swallow thunder tribulations." A physical training technique that tempers the physical body."
"A body-building technique that can swallow thunder tribulations?!"
The male cultivator in white's eyelids bulged, and there was a look of surprise mixed with ecstasy in his eyes.
There are countless body-forging secrets in the world, but a body-forging technique that can swallow even the power of heavenly tribulation is unheard of. I am afraid that only the legendary ancient mythological era has such magical powers.
Now, this boy has actually mastered it
"This body-forging secret technique is extremely exquisite. I'm afraid it will also be extremely useful to the Tianhe-level experts."
The old monk in dark blue robes said calmly, "If you don't take what God gives you, you will suffer from it. Xiaoguang, you know what to do!"
"Master, I understand."
The male cultivator in white nodded and looked at Chu Chen with a hint of fanaticism.
"I'm going to catch that guy and torture him to find out his secret cultivation method. Such magical power should be mastered by our clan, and it is also one of the blessings of our trip to the fairyland."
"No need to bother."
The old monk in dark blue robes shook his head, "Just kill him, and then keep his head and bring it over. I will use the Nine Nether Soul Searching Secret Technique to squeeze out every drop of everything in his brain."
"I see."
The male cultivator in white nodded repeatedly, then moved his figure and flew towards Chu Chen carelessly.
Ever since the young man and the old man appeared, they had been talking to themselves and did not deliberately lower their voices to cover up, but they directly regarded Chu Chen as a dead person.
When everyone around them heard these words, they were all in a daze.
The purple-robed old man frowned, waved his hand, and released a spiritual light shield to cover several young disciples around him. It was obvious that he did not want to cause trouble and wanted to stay out of it.
When most of the rest of the casual cultivators heard the term "Nine Nether Soul Searching Technique", their expressions changed one after another. They subconsciously stepped back one by one, and hurriedly left like avoiding snakes and scorpions.
When Lan Xuan, Zhou Lin, and Xuan Ke heard the conversation between the old man and the young man in the sky, their expressions changed.
Chu Chen has just completed his tribulation. Although his cultivation has been promoted to the Spirit River realm, the aura exuding from his body has also reached the Tianhe realm.
But after all, he had just been promoted, his cultivation was unstable, and it was not clear whether he had suffered any internal injuries during the thunder tribulation.
The aura of this old man has been promoted to Tianhe for a long time, and his realm is extremely stable and heavy. If he takes action, Chu Chen may be in danger!
Just after the tribulation was completed, he was hunted by a strong man from the Tianhe Realm!
This world is so cruel.
At this moment, the hearts of Lan Xuan, Zhou Lin and others were in their throats, while Chu Chen, who was in the air, still looked at the male cultivator in white flying towards him without any expression.
"Little monk, you can choose a way to die."
The male cultivator in white had a slight smile on his lips, and looked at Chu Chen with extremely cold eyes. His tone was as calm as the god who rules this world, "Once I make the choice, I'm afraid you will live or die. ”
This is the mercy of the powerful towards the weak.
Chu Chen's face showed no fluctuations, and then, his figure disappeared.
The male cultivator in white was suddenly startled.
This situation was really weird. The little monk who was standing in front of him disappeared without a trace in the next second.
There was no spiritual power fluctuation during the whole process, and there was no trace of the use of magical powers. Chu Chen didn't even wave his hand.
He just disappeared, suddenly and without any warning
The male cultivator in white used his spiritual consciousness to explore in all directions, but could not sense the slightest aura that originally belonged to Chu Chen.
Even the terrifying thunder and lightning spiritual power fluctuations disappeared without a trace.
Did you escape
This situation is so weird that it makes people panic.
Inexplicably, the male cultivator in white felt a coldness going straight to his heart.
It was as if there was a ferocious poisonous snake hiding somewhere in the void staring at him. Its ferocious fangs were already close to his neck, but he couldn't see it at all.
"Master, how did that person...how did he escape? Did he escape?"
The man in white was slightly stiff. He turned around and took a difficult look at the old man in dark blue robe behind him.
At this time, waves of invisible cold aura surged towards him from all directions like a tide, giving him a terrifying intuition that he was about to be in disaster.
"Don't panic."
The old monk in dark blue robes frowned and looked a little confused, but his expression was still relaxed, as if everything was under control, "Don't worry, that kid can't run far."
The expression of the male cultivator in white was not at all relaxed. The instinctive sense of crisis enveloped him overwhelmingly, and the crisis became stronger and heavier. It seemed that there was an invisible voice that kept roaring in his ears. .
Run, run!
This intense and thrilling sense of crisis made his entire mind seem to be frozen in ice.
Finally, after holding on for several breaths, the thick and almost suffocating sense of crisis in the void finally made the male cultivator in white collapse.
He suddenly yelled, and a dazzling silver-white spiritual energy suddenly lit up around him, and a huge celestial image appeared faintly, shrouding him.
"Xiaoguang, don't panic!"
The old monk in dark blue robes frowned and growled, "What are you doing summoning the gods? That boy..."
The old monk's voice suddenly disappeared in the middle of speaking, with a few strange muffled sounds.
The male cultivator in white turned around subconsciously and suddenly his whole body froze.
A hand appeared in front of the old monk, a pale, thin hand that seemed to glow like crystal, faintly surrounded by golden thunder and flames.
(End of chapter)