"Boom!"

The killing intent was awe-inspiring, and the madness was boiling.

Qing Yuan's face changed.

A wave of anger welled up in my heart.

He felt humiliated.

This is the first time in this life that he has been chased like a lost dog, and there is no way to escape. And he was willing to accumulate a whole body in exchange for the mercy of the other party's subordinates, but was rejected by the other party.

At this moment, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart:

"Boy, can't you really do it?"

"Whoa!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw his body swell up suddenly, and the green shirt of the Dao Bone Fairy Wind was torn apart by scales in an instant. The exquisite small temple of the dojo, at this moment, was also broken by his huge body.

In the loud sound of destruction, the abyss churned up, and it had already turned into a cyan snake. He was even more terrifying than when he was on Shengyuan Mountain before, with a row of bone spurs extending directly from the back of his head to his tail.

His whole person is like an evil dragon that has come out of mythology.

"It's not that easy to kill me. Even if I try to damage my gods today, I won't make you feel better. Make you regret the choices you made for the rest of your life!"

His huge and ugly body must be the real form.

Almost as soon as his figure was revealed, he opened his mouth wide and spat it suddenly. Suddenly, a vast green mist erupted from his mouth, sweeping towards Chu Shocking Heaven like a torrent.

This was his natal spiritual mist, and every puff was condensed by him for years, if not decades. At the beginning, in order to restrain Ling Xiaojian, it made him feel very distressed to spit out, but now this time he can be regarded as giving everything he has, even if he dies, he will drag Chu Jingtian into the water together.

"Boom!"

The cyan spiritual mist collided with Chu Jingtian in an instant, enveloping his entire person in it.

A smile suddenly appeared on Qing Yuan's face.

The most proud thing in his life was this mouth of green spirit poisonous mist, which he secretly cultivated, just to deal with a strong enemy like Chu Jingtian. Every time he condensed a mouthful of poisonous mist, he didn't know how many poisons, poisonous insects, and poisonous flowers he had to devour, refine his toxins, and mix them with supernatural powers.

Even if he is a powerhouse of the Eight Realms, as long as he smells a trace of poisonous mist, he will be killed immediately.

"Boy, it's useless for you to hold your breath, these poisonous mist will not only corrode your body, but also burrow into your body. Even if you get away with it, Doki will be destroyed!"

"Bang!"

As soon as the words fell, he heard a tearing sound, and Chu Jingtian had already raised his hand and slashed through the Qingling Poison Mist with a sword, and directly bombarded it.

"How is that possible?"

Qing Yuan's eyes were about to bulge.

Chu Jingtian was unexpectedly unhindered.

"I don't believe it!"

He roared, his claws flailing.

Suddenly, dozens of blue lights flew out of his claws. Each of these blue rays came from the scales on his body, and his strength remained.

"Whoosh!"

After these scales flew out, they immediately turned into dozens of green snakes like Qing Yuan, but they were slightly smaller. In an instant, he rushed towards the location where Chu Jingtian was.

"Hmph!

Chu Jingtian's face froze.

With a snatch of his right hand, the green spirit poisonous mist on the Ling Xiao Sword had already been shaken apart. With his fingers together, Ling Xiao's sword soared into the sky, bringing up a long rainbow of hundreds of zhang.

"Go!"

Chu Jingtian waved his right hand.

Suddenly, Ling Xiao Sword had already brought this earth-shattering rainbow and rushed towards Qingyuan!

Thundered!

The sword qi Changhong soared through the sky and the sun, across the heavens and the earth.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

Those scale-enchanted green snakes couldn't even support half a snap of their fingers, and they were torn apart by this sword.

"This!"

Qing Yuan exclaimed, Chu Jingtian was even more refined than seven or eight days ago, and it was even more condensed and huge than before.

His mind was secretly moving, and he suddenly reacted.

"What a gut! you actually grasped the Dao God Refining to improve your cultivation!"

"Even if you know, what if you know? I have reached the middle stage of the Triple Eight Realms, do you think you can escape this catastrophe?" Chu Shocking his eyes condensed, urging his divine thoughts to the extreme.

After Jian Hong smashed the green snakes transformed by those scales, his speed increased instead of decreasing, and it was actually three points faster.

Qing Yuan almost didn't grit his teeth, and waved his claws again and again as he retreated backwards. Every time he swung his claws, a ray of light shot out, and each ray of light was a magic weapon.

These magic weapons were either given to him by his Dao gods, or they were refined by himself. Although it is not a life-saving hole card, each one has a great history.

But Chu Jingtian didn't care at all, and responded to all changes with the same change, and the Ling Xiao Sword swept away directly!

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

"Bell!"

One magic weapon after another was shattered by the Ling Xiao Sword on the spot, it was simply vulnerable, and it was already in front of Qing Yuan in an instant.

Facing the killing intent of Ling Xiao Sword, Qing Yuan only felt a terrifying killing intent surging into his heart, and the scales all over his body couldn't help but explode, like a cat that had been stepped on its tail.

"Slash!"

In Qing Yuan's shocked, angry, frightened, and trembling gaze, Chu Jingtian's right hand suddenly clenched, and he raised his hand and slashed down.

The Ling Xiao Sword in mid-air slashed through a perfect arc, with a sword mark that could not be described in words, and it slashed down overwhelmingly.

"Squeak!"

Qing Yuan let out a scream, and the sword light swept through his body like a knife cutting tofu, directly splitting it in half.

"Ahh

With endless horror, Qing Yuan quickly retreated backwards.

He thought that he would be desperate to make a move and die with the other party, but Chu Jingtian's sword completely cut off his hope.

I saw that his body was cut off from seven inches, and all that could move was a huge snake head, and the other half was still in place, but it had completely lost contact with him.

"Run!"

"Run now!"

Qing Yuan had only one thought at this time, feeling that he couldn't even stay for a breath, and if he stayed any longer, he would inevitably end up with a soul scattered.

He suddenly scurried, turned into a cyan light, and swept towards the depths of the 100,000 mountains.

"Haha, how could I possibly let you go this time?"

Chu shook his head and slapped the Qiankun Yun iron kettle on his waist with his right hand. Suddenly, a suction force erupted violently, directly sweeping the fleeing Qing Yuan. Under the surging force of the violent suction, even the sky was distorted because of it.

The towering trees in the Wei Ghost Mountain were also uprooted on the spot.

"No!"

Qing Yuan let out a miserable scream.

No matter how he struggled, no matter how he burst out and used the secret technique, he couldn't escape from this suction, and he was directly swallowed into the Qiankun Cloud Iron Kettle in the wind, completely silent.

Chu Jingtian closed the lid of the pot, and Qing Yuan's howl was interrupted as if he had been choked by the neck.

"Haha, get it!"

The seven days and seven nights of chasing and killing were finally not in vain.