It can be said that after they separated from Chen Chen in the Taklamakan Desert, they didn't know anything about Chen Chen's strength, and only stayed at the time when Chen Chen was able to defeat the Golden Body Realm.

Chen Chen didn't answer the five monsters in the southwest, but hooked the corners of his mouth and said, "Old guy, change places?"

If they make a random move here, I am afraid that everyone on the field will die here.

Although Zhen Dan, who was called an old guy by Chen Chen, wanted to kill the young man on the stage on the spot, after he looked at the upper echelons of Changshi who didn't even dare to breathe, he snorted coldly, and flew away with a strong wind.

Seeing the man's almost vacant posture, everyone on the field missed even half a beat of their heartbeats.

Rong Lao muttered, "Could it be that the Martial Artist True Pill is no different from the Immortal God?"

Hearing this, everyone fell silent, the martial artists under their command were only the highest martial arts masters, and some people even knew what the True Dan martial artists were today.

Chen Chen smiled faintly, tapped his toes on the ground, and the whole person flew out with the person like a ghost.

After one after the other with Na Zhendan, after a short time, the two came to Jintan District, Changshi.

Jintan District has undulating mountains and dense forests.

That Zhen Dan slowly stood in an open plain, he glanced at Chen Chen, who was not in a hurry, and said, "You are the one who killed Luo Yunchen of Wulongmen?"

Chen Chen raised his eyebrows, and before he could answer, Na Zhendan changed his words and continued: "Old man Longmen Jian Cong, you, remember to go and ask Yunchen for guilt after death!"

Immediately, nine ink-colored dragons about dozens of meters long swung out from around Jian's body, traversing the sky, as if cast from molten iron, and the jet-black scales continued to flicker, full of shock.

Such an internal strength made Chen Chen's eyes narrow, and said with a smile: "You old thing, haven't you really seen Jiaolong?"

"Otherwise, how can you turn into a dragon?"

Jian Cong snorted coldly, the end of the nine ink-colored dragons was actually pulling a cyan iron chain each, and the end of the iron chain was actually a golden ancient chariot!

Kowloon pulled the cart and ran it over, as if rushing out of the picture scroll, hitting Chen Chen.

Seeing this, Chen Chen was ready to fight, he was still in the mortal stage, and he couldn't use the true yuan, so he could only rely on the power of his body to shake this Jian Cong.

"Boom—"

The huge chariot slammed into Chen Chen, making an earth-shattering sound and kicking up thousands of dust.

"What are you guys making trouble about, this is my Maoshan realm!" A woman in a long white dress flashed out of thin air, she was slim, her skin was like condensed fat, her eyes were full of aura, but there was a trace of anger in her eyebrows.

Just as she wanted to step forward to stop the two from fighting, the dust dispersed, and she saw Chen Chen's fists against the body of the golden chariot, no matter how hard the nine ink-colored dragons exerted, they couldn't suppress Chen Chen.

Seeing the woman flying from the air, Jane's pupils shrank suddenly, he obviously knew the origin of this woman, and immediately asked, "But is it from Maoshan?"

As his words fell, the Kowloon cart instantly turned around and coiled around him.

The woman glanced at Jian Cong and said, "I am Guan Ziyue, a disciple of Maoshan Mountain, and this place is the head of Maoshan Mountain, so don't fight here." ”

Jian frowned and said, "Aren't the people of the Immortal Dao never involved in worldly battles?"

"Could it be that we can affect Maoshan by other means?"

Although this place is not far from Maoshan, Maoshan is a legendary small world, and he doesn't believe that his methods and the methods of the young man in front of him will affect Maoshan.

A touch of disdain flashed in the woman's eyes, and she said: "Naturally not, but I have a senior in Maoshan who is in retreat here, and if you wait for a big fight, it will affect the breaking of the mirror of my senior in Maoshan." ”

Seeing Jian Cong's hesitant expression, Chen Chen actually smashed it with his fist!

"Presumptuous!" Guan Ziyue's brows almost frowned, and she slapped her palm towards Chen Chen in the air.

Under the anger, the palm carried a strong wind, and Chen Chen's side of his body dodged this palm wind, only to see that the palm wind fell on the ground, making a thunderous explosion, that is, even the green plain ground made it split a large pit with a diameter of about several meters.

Chen Chen's fist was still unabated, Jian Cong snorted coldly, and Jiulong around him rushed towards Chen Chen in an instant, and rolled over with that punch.

Just as the fist and Jiulong were about to approach, the corners of Chen Chen's mouth hooked, and several talismans suddenly appeared in his hand, and they were thrown towards Jiulong.

Each talisman had a cluster of electric arcs flying out, and these arcs condensed in mid-air, and when they were about to touch the nine-headed ink-colored dragon, the arcs were already connected together, forming a large array, surrounding the nine-headed ink-colored dragon and the golden chariot.

In the void, Guan Ziyue gasped when she saw this, and her face was full of horror.

Formation Master?

Or a talisman?

No matter what sect in any small world, they all know the existence of the formation master, and they also know the power of the formation master, and the legend says that a high-level formation master can defeat a faction by one person!

Just like the Master Qi in Hong Kong City, he is the legendary formation master, so he has a lofty status in both the mundane and the various small worlds.

And the Fu Master is a monk from the small world of Longhu Mountain, whose status is transcendent and his means are multifaceted.

But the formation of the talisman made that Guan Ziyue unseen and unheard of!

In the looking field, the arcs of the talismans turned into were enough to make people frightened, this was simply the legendary immortal method.

Even the high-level executives of Changshi who came one after another, hiding in the distance and watching the battle with binoculars, also looked sluggish.

"You can not only use talismans, but also resist thunder, you must be a vein of the small world of Dragon and Tiger Mountain, and I hope that Daoist friends will stop quickly and leave this place!" Guan Ziyue couldn't help but shout.

The first vein of Maoshan and the first vein of Longhu Mountain are of the same origin, but the first vein of Longhu Mountain is to press Maoshan in terms of strength and status, so Guan Ziyue's tone changed quickly, as if Sichuan Opera changed his face.

Under the rolling of the thunder, the nine-headed dragon let out a roar, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Jian Cong's face showed a look of jealousy, and when he heard the woman's words, he immediately asked in a cold voice: "Are you really a monk of the Dragon and Tiger Mountain?!"

Chen Chen didn't answer, and the thunder in the sky made a sizzling sound, almost tearing the void apart.

When the nine-headed ink-colored dragon touched the arc, a trace of black smoke emitted from its body, and its cry became more and more miserable.

Rong Lao and the others who were watching from a distance felt their scalps tingle, what kind of immortal means was this?

Jian Cong couldn't care about whether the other party was a monk in the so-called Dragon Tiger Mountain Small World, he screamed, and the nine-headed ink-colored dragon fiercely threw out the end of the golden chariot, wanting to break the formation.

Under the sudden impact of the golden chariot, the thunder fell violently around it, and it was deafening for a while.