The setting sun is picked up on the top of the mountain, embellishing the vast and endless prehistoric mountains with an extremely desolate look. The desolation is not a kind of magnificence, as majestic as blood under the setting sun. The forest land that the deadly red thread ravaged through was still in a mess. Broken wood and gravel could be seen everywhere, and the fractures were as smooth as if they had been cut by a knife, which showed how terrifying the deadly red thread network was.
At this time, a giant spotted tiger with ribs and wings stood majestically next to the rock. Its giant eyes burst out with wild fierceness, and its strong limbs were filled with violent explosive power. It was the roaring flying tiger, a fourth-level lower-level spiritual beast. . Riding on the Flying Tiger was a sturdy man with big muscles and a round waist. This man was very angry and had a fierce look in his eyes. It was obvious at first glance that he was not a good person. The Roaring Flying Tiger obviously felt the anger in his master's heart. The hairs on his neck exploded, and he flapped his giant wings impatiently.
Not far away, a beautiful woman who still retains her charm is sitting cross-legged, with her hands in a very peculiar shape, with her right hand pressing on the ground, and the orchid fingers of her left hand standing flat on her chest to make a pinching smile, with her middle finger and thumb floating in the air. A green crystal. At this moment, the beautiful woman was as quiet as an orchid in the empty valley, without any smell of fireworks, and the wildflowers within a hundred meters of her were opening and closing with her breathing.
After half an hour, the beautiful woman opened her eyes, with a tired look on her face, obviously having consumed a lot of energy. The strong man on the Flying Tiger jumped down and asked eagerly: "Lan Mei, have you found those damn murderers?"
The beautiful woman carefully put away the green crystal, shook her head and said calmly: "The wild flowers in this mountain are all of low spiritual quality. Because the time has passed for so long, there is even less information left, but what is certain is that Song Yu The old guy is dead, and the other two disciples are probably in danger."
The giant man's face suddenly turned ugly, and he roared angrily: "What kind of reckless bastards dare to go against the Beast Taming Sect? If I catch them, they will tear apart their bones, skin them, remove their intestines and cut their flesh!"
The beautiful woman said disdainfully: "Come on, do you really think that no one dares to offend the Beast Taming Sect? Our sect can only rank fifth in Chongming Continent, let alone the entire Jiuzhou Continent. There are many who dare to offend the Beast Taming Sect. If you can, tear them all apart!"
The giant man was extremely henpecked. Although he disapproved of the beautiful woman's words that would inflate other people's ambitions and destroy his prestige, he did not dare to show it. He just said angrily: "Song Yu, that piece of trash, even used the red thread that could kill you, but he was still killed by her." He killed it and didn’t even try to escape, what a fucking coward!”
"This just shows how powerful the enemy is!"
"Song Yu is so rubbish!"
"Fart, if it were you, could you withstand the siege of tens of thousands of gold-eating insects and withstand the deadly red line?"
The giant man argued unconvinced: "Although the gold-eating insect is difficult to deal with, I don't care about it. The life-threatening red line is nothing special. As long as you avoid it, nothing will happen!"
The beautiful woman raised her eyebrows, stood up on tiptoes, grabbed the giant man's ears and pinched them hard, scolding: "Oh, Lao Dahu, you have become more capable, haven't you? You dare to refute!"
The beautiful woman's fingernails pinched the giant man's ears until they bled. It was obvious that the force was so strong that the eight-foot giant man bent down with a grin on his face and begged loudly for mercy. The beautiful woman stepped on the giant man's feet again before she was willing to stop. The giant man touched his red ears and said with a smile: "Mei Lan, don't be angry. I won't argue with you in the future... Just don't argue with me!"
The roaring flying tiger was used to this kind of thing. He snorted and turned around, keeping his sight out of sight. The strong man's expression changed, and he rushed forward with a fierce punch.
Bang! The Feitianhu, which weighed several kilograms, was knocked down by his punch, causing the ground to vibrate. The giant man held down the Flying Tiger and punched it wildly for more than a dozen times, smashing it into the soil half a meter deep. Only when the Flying Tiger rolled its eyes did the giant man let go and cursed: "Two tigers, you dare to laugh at me, no!" I’ll beat the shit out of you and you’ll be clean!”
The flying tiger lay helplessly, its eyes were dancing with stars, and it let out an unwilling cry. Lao Dahu clapped his hands as if nothing had happened, walked back to the beautiful woman, and said with a flattering smile: "Mei Lan, that bastard Erhu just needs to be dealt with!"
The beautiful woman glared at Lao Dahu and cursed: "A useless thing that will only bully your pet!"
The Roaring Flying Tiger roared in agreement!
Lao Dahu's expression suddenly changed. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to give that bastard another beating, but was stopped by the beautiful woman's look. Lao Dahu scratched his head depressedly: "Lan Mei, now the clue is broken, what should I do?"
The beautiful woman closed her eyes, and the blurry scene from the wild flowers replayed in her mind: Bang! The two corpse owls were shattered by a sword, and the overbearing sword intent blew away their flesh and blood.
The beautiful woman suddenly opened her eyes and said: "That man has understood the sword intention, a very domineering sword intention!"
This beautiful woman is a golden elixir monk from the Royal Beast Gate Flower Sect, and can communicate with flower plants through the natal sacred flower. Wildflowers are everywhere, and they witnessed the tragic fight five days ago. However, the intelligence of plants is undoubtedly very low. There are not many things that can be recorded, and they will be lost over time. The longest preservation The time shall not exceed seven days. Five days have passed since that battle, and the scenes recorded by Ye Hua have almost disappeared. The information that the beautiful woman communicated with Ye Hua was extremely limited, and they couldn't even tell how many people were on the other side. Perhaps Chu Jun killed two people with one sword. The scene with the carnivorous owl was too shocking, so the record preserved by wildflowers is relatively complete.
Lao Dahu patted his chest and said: "That's easy to handle. Very few people can understand the sword's intention, let alone the domineering sword's intention. The closest to here is Youri City. No matter where we look, I won't believe it. I can’t find it!”
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It was dusk, Chu Jun finished practicing the Fiery Sun Art and entered the small world, strolling towards the location of his spiritual veins.
Now, Fan Jian is the only one left in the spiritual vein. Including Fan Jian, a total of fifteen people took the Spirit Swallowing Pill. Thirteen people successfully formed the pill. One of them formed a fake pill and exploded to death. Yu Zhenzi was lucky and was rescued by Chu Jun in time, otherwise he would have been the second person to explode the pill. Fourteen people successfully formed elixirs for twelve people. This ratio was already quite high, and Chu Jun was extremely satisfied with the result.
Now, Zhengtianmen has eighteen golden elixirs. If Fan Jian successfully forms the elixir, there will be nineteen. The number of golden elixirs exceeds the seventeen in Chaos Pavilion. However, Chaos Pavilion has three late-stage golden elixirs and four golden elixirs. In the middle stage, while Zhengtianmen is all in the early stage of the new Jindan, only Zhao Yu and Shao Qian are in the middle stage of the Jindan, so there is still a certain gap in strength. Although there is a gap, it is no longer as disparity as before. Chu Jun finally has the confidence to compete with Chaos Pavilion. The biggest threat now is the Old Demon Hunyuan. As long as he can hold back the Old Demon Hunyuan, Chu Jun is fully confident in defeating the Chaos Pavilion.
Huang Qi's injury was no longer serious after Chu Jun's treatment. At this moment, like other golden elixir monks, she was racing against time to practice near her spiritual veins to stabilize her cultivation state. When she noticed Chu Jun's arrival, she was about to stop her practice and salute. Jun Que has already said: "Everyone, continue to practice, no need to be polite!"
The big spiritual vein was placed by Chu Jun in a pit hundreds of meters long. The surface was not buried with soil. Fan Jian was sitting cross-legged in the spiritual vein practicing and was in good condition.
Chu Jun observed for a while and was about to leave quietly when he suddenly noticed a pair of bright eyes not far away looking at him. When the man saw Chu Jun turning his head, he hurriedly closed his eyes and continued practicing, but he was obviously a little absent-minded. Chu Jun couldn't help but secretly laugh, and walked towards her. Before he could get close, Yu Zhenzi's angry voice came to his ears: "Stop, there are many people here, what are you going to do, you bastard!"
Chu Jun had no choice but to stop in confusion, and Yu Zhenzi sent a message again: "Go away, don't bother me, I won't be happy when I see you!"
Chu Jun shrugged imperceptibly, turned around and left Shiranly. Seeing Chu Jun leave obediently, Yu Zhenzi breathed a sigh of relief, but could no longer calm down and continue practicing.
"Try harder, aren't you full?"
"Idiot, can you go slower? Come on, all five of us together!"
"Yes, this is interesting!"
When Chu Jun came to the training ground of the Semi-Spirit Race, he saw everyone gathered in a circle. Five Semi-Spirit Warriors in the field were besieging the big stick hammer. Chu Jun motioned to the Half-Spirit Race next to him not to disturb the others. Stand outside the circle and observe quietly. The five semi-spirits are all wearing Lingyun suits, holding second-grade swords, and their bodies are flexible.
Da Bang Chui held a big iron rod and fought with five semi-spiritual warriors. Everyone around him watched with bated breath.
A semi-spirit warrior suddenly jumped nearly ten meters high in the air, and the big sword in his hand turned into a piece of steel and slashed down with unparalleled power. The other two semi-spirit warriors rolled on the spot and slashed at both sides of the big club. Legs, and two more attacking the middle. Chu Jun couldn't help but his eyes lit up. The five of them cooperated extremely well, showing that they had been trained.
These semi-spirits were already excellent at physical training. After practicing the "Liu Li" physical training, their strength increased dramatically. Taking the elixir every day made their physical fitness somewhat qualitatively change. The "Liu Li" skill of these five semi-spiritual warriors has been cultivated to the third level of bone refining. Their strength is no less than that of immortals in the middle stage of spirit refining. The power of the five people's combined attack has increased sharply.
The big club in the field screamed strangely, and suddenly jumped up several meters high, avoiding the front and rear attacks of four semi-spiritual warriors, and at the same time raised the iron rod.
when! There was a loud noise, the swords and sticks collided, and the leaping semi-spiritual warrior was knocked away, and the big club itself fell down like a cannonball, which showed that the semi-spiritual warrior was very powerful. When the four semi-spiritual warriors on the ground saw the big club falling, they shouted and slashed at them with sharp sword light.
The pair of mung bean eyes of the big stick opened wide, and he let out a loud roar, and the iron rod of several hundred kilograms was savagely smashed down.
Dang Dang Dang!
The swords in the hands of the four people were knocked down at the same time, and the big club fell to the ground with a thud. Just as they were about to laugh triumphantly, the four semi-spiritual warriors had already rushed forward with a roar, and when the big club fell to the ground unsteadily, their fists and feet beat.
"Fuck!" The big stick received several heavy blows and screamed in pain. The spiritual power of the Foundation Establishment Stage suddenly shook, knocking the four people away.
Chu Jun couldn't help but frown. He took it for granted. The stick had not yet been used as a weapon. It seemed that with the strength of these semi-spiritual warriors, they could only deal with cultivators below the foundation level.