"Mu Yan, three thousand worlds!" Yan Chong shouted in a low voice, his body floating in the air, and the golden leaf mark between his eyebrows actually turned into a solid entity and fell down!
The golden leaves floated in front of Yan Chong, slowly growing larger, and in an instant turned into a golden tree a hundred meters high! Incredibly... there was a raging flame burning on the golden tree!
"The number one person in Haoqi Sect... Yan Chong's magical power, the sacred tree... Fusang!" Many core disciples from other sects looked at the golden tree with shock in their eyes.
"So strong. You know, there are less than a hundred people in the entire Southern Region who can awaken their magical powers! What are those golden flames on the trees? Is it true, as the legend says, that the Fusang sacred tree is the resting place of the sun?"
"Oh no! This is an indiscriminate attack. Everyone, be prepared! Is Yan Chong crazy? He actually used his magical powers to deal with a monk who hijacked people!"
As soon as the words fell, all the trees in the entire mountain forest seemed to go crazy! Fusang was the god among trees, possessing the majesty of commanding all trees. At this time, all the trees began to grow wildly, and instantly enveloped the entire mountain area, covering the sky and the sun, and it was pitch black.
While the surrounding monks were dodging Yan Chong's magical power, Liu Xun put his hands together, used the secret technique of the Six Paths, and shouted in his heart: "Heavenly Path, all living beings!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the trees in front of Liu Xun suddenly disappeared, but only the space large enough for one person disappeared, which was enough for him to escape from here!
The way of heaven can be close to all things, and with Yan Chong's help, Liu Xun encountered almost no obstacles. He ran at an extremely fast speed towards the outside of the forest.
After an incense stick of time, Yan Chong put away his magical powers, and the hundred-meter-high golden tree disappeared, turning into a golden leaf mark between his eyebrows. At this time, there was some fatigue in his eyes. This large-scale magical power was too energy-consuming.
"Where is the big demon? Was he killed? Not even a corpse is left?" Everyone reacted, looking around and discussing quietly.
"No, he escaped. I failed!" Yan Chong said softly. As soon as he finished speaking, everyone's faces changed. What a joke! Not to mention that this magical power is so intimidating, but your cultivation level is in the robbery land. Isn't it easy to deal with a robber monk
"Yan Chong, did you let him go on purpose?" a monk shouted.
"Do I know him? Why let him go? Can you think before you speak?" Yan Chong looked at the monk coldly and said calmly.
At this point, he put on a serious look and said, "His skills are too weird. Although I don't want to admit it... But I still have to say that I failed!"
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It took Liu Xun only one stick of incense to fly out of the forest. When he saw the sacred tree disappear, he landed. His rainbow was too conspicuous. If he continued to fly, he would be discovered! In that case... all his efforts would be wasted.
But just as Liu Xun was about to leave, five people appeared in front of him. Among them was a monk in white. When he saw Liu Xun, his face changed and he shouted loudly: "It's you? Didn't you fall into the Ming River? Why aren't you dead yet?"
"Are you surprised? If I die... who will come to take your life?" Liu Xun said in a cold voice, his jet-black hair moved without wind, almost standing up, wisps of black air overflowed from his body, and his eyes turned blood red in an instant!
When enemies meet, their eyes turn red with envy! Liu Xun's murderous intent soared to the sky, and the obsession hidden in his heart suddenly burst out at this moment. Black gas, white gas, and blood gas, the three-color gas entangled and swirled around, and the surrounding monks whose cultivation was lower than that of the robber all felt a chill in their hearts.
The fallen leaves around were covered with a layer of frost. Several giant trees close to Liu Xun broke with a "crack". The faces of the five cultivators changed drastically. It was beyond their understanding that such aura alone could do this!
The breath reappeared, and Yan Chong's face in the forest became solemn. He didn't know why Liu Xun hadn't left yet. Did he encounter the crowd that tried to stop him again
"Fellow Confucian monks, listen up! Kill the demons!" The monk in white was shocked for a moment, then a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. His face was as cold as frost, and he didn't say anything extra.
As the white-robed monk finished speaking, the surrounding Confucian monks all drew their weapons and rushed towards Liu Xun. Liu Xun sneered, turned into a blood-red light and rushed towards the white-robed monk, shouting: "This matter has nothing to do with you, I... only want to kill this man!"
As Liu Xun spoke, the four monks around him paused for a moment, but then continued to rush towards Liu Xun. Liu Xun sneered repeatedly, his figure was as fast as lightning, his eyes were bloodshot, a blood light flashed, and he instantly came in front of the white-robed monk, and the Qilin Spear went straight up and pierced the white-robed monk's heart.
The white-robed monk's eyes were cold, and he drew his sword and shouted, "Break the armor! Shock!"
As soon as he finished speaking, a ripple suddenly appeared in front of Liu Xun. A strange wave rolled. He was stunned and suddenly felt a tightness in his chest. Then he spat out a mouthful of blood and his figure flew backwards.
After spinning several times in the air, Liu Xun finally controlled his body, but his face was solemn. He had heard of the armor-breaking technique, but had never seen it. Today he experienced it himself. This technique was too weird. The way it appeared was weird, and the force that hit him was also weird, as if it was impossible to break.
After wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Liu Xun's meridians began to flow upwards, his blood boiling, and his speed became even faster than before. The Qilin Thorn in his hand seemed to sense Liu Xun's anger, and it emitted a blood-red light that was several meters long.
The monks around were approaching Liu Xun. Liu Xun's expression suddenly became ferocious, and he immediately stabbed the four monks around him with the Qilin Spear in his hand. Although he could not kill the monk in white, he still had the confidence to kill these low-level monks.
But at this moment, a middle-aged Confucian monk who was with the white-robed monk suddenly appeared in front of Liu Xun, a light flashed in his hand, and he growled: "Cultivate yourself! Shield spell!"
As the middle-aged cultivator finished speaking, Liu Xun's blood light instantly disappeared without a trace, and his own strength was as weak as a river entering the sea.
With a curse inwardly, Liu Xun's figure instantly distanced himself from the cultivator approaching him, but there was a hint of shock in his eyes. What kind of strange martial arts was this
"Run!" The people in the forest have already caught up with him. Liu Xun had no choice but to flee. His figure shuttled through the forest, but in his mind he was thinking about the flaws in breaking armor and self-cultivation. Behind him were densely packed Confucian monks and the middle-aged monk. Among the monks chasing him, he also saw familiar figures, the two old men.
Liu Xun's figure was shuttling back and forth, always keeping a distance from the monks who were chasing him, not too close, nor too far, just fifty meters. But even with these fifty meters, no matter what methods those monks came up with, they could not catch up with him. (To be continued)