Injured the alchemy boy, Chen Jingle cut the knife in front of him, his eyes were calm, his expression was solemn, and he was not complacent.

The other party seems to recognize the mastery of the Seven Styles of Open Heaven?

Could it be that the one who created this exercise was someone in the Ancient Heavenly Court?

The boy wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and sneered: "Hehe, it seems that I underestimated you." For more than 1,300 years, you were the first mortal to hurt me, so I decided to let you die a little more heroically. ”

"Oh, then I'm so honored. Chen Jingle replied coldly.

For more than 1,300 years, I have been trapped in this Dan Palace, and if I were myself, I am afraid that I would have gone crazy a long time ago. But looking at the boy in front of him, it seems to be almost like crazy.

It's pathetic.

The boy thought that Chen Jingle was mocking him, so he became more and more annoyed, shouted, and slaughtered again, his moves were more aggressive and treacherous than before. Unlike the giant spirit god who was refined into a puppet and only knew how to act on instinct, he obviously had a sense of autonomy and was not weak in combat experience.

Injured by Chen Jingle, he felt that he had lost face, he felt embarrassed, and he became more and more disgusted with the damned Jindan monk in front of him, and he couldn't wait to kill him with one palm, so as to relieve the hatred in his heart.

Damn, if the realm of cultivation plummets, with his true immortal-level strength, how could he put a little Jindan monk in his eyes, such a little insect could be poked to death with one finger before!

Thinking of this, the boy became more and more angry and roared again and again.

After all, Chen Jingle is a big realm away from the other party, although he tries his best to parry, he will inevitably be caught by the other party, and all kinds of insidious and ruthless moves will attack, forcing him to be embarrassed, and he has passed by the dust many times, and there are dangers, and even a small handful of hair has been cut off.

Seeing this, Dan Tong became more and more rampant, and shouted: "Even if you get that person's inheritance, will you think that he will recognize you as a disciple? Haha, don't dream! An ant like you is not qualified to lick the soles of his shoes! Besides, this world has been completely ruined, can you come back as a person? Maybe he himself has already fallen into the hands of some great supernatural power." And you, a mere Jindan monk, with inferior talent and qualifications, can't cultivate into a Yuanying after a hundred years, and in the end it's just a handful of loess, hahaha......"

The entire Dan Hall reverberated with the arrogant and rampant laughter of the boy.

Chen Jingle did not refute, but secretly digested the information that the other party inadvertently revealed, which was very important to him. Obviously, the alchemy boy did know who created the Seven Styles of Open Heaven, but he was quite jealous of that great power, and he didn't even dare to call him by his name.

What's more, many great supernatural powers, including that great power, seem to have left this world because of the Great War, and they haven't appeared for a long time.

These news made Chen Jingle very interested.

However, just as he was distracted, a fierce look flashed in Dantong's eyes, and he suddenly unleashed a sharper attack.

Chen Jingle was careless, and was swept heavily on his body by the dust, and let out a muffled snort.

The dust swept on Chen Jingle's body, and the already tattered shirt turned into a cloud of cloth dust again, but a faint golden light was born on his body, blocking this ferocious blow.

"Eighty-nine Xuangong, damn it, who the hell are you?" the boy exclaimed again.

If it was the Seven Heavens Style, it was just that this guy was lucky enough to get part of the inheritance of that great god, but he didn't expect that he actually had the top skill of eight or nine Xuangong!

It is also the inheritance of a great god! Two top-level exercises, one offensive and one defensive, can be called invincible at the same level!

If you let him grow up, then what's the point?

The alchemy boy's eyes were red, he admitted that he was jealous, he had served beside many alchemy immortal powers in the heavenly court for many years, and his cultivation was only some ordinary exercises, unless he got a great opportunity, he wanted to become a golden immortal, and there was no hope in this life.

But the other party is just a mortal monk, and he actually has two top-level masteries at the same time, the Eight or Nine Xuangong and the Seven Heavens Style.

He just wanted to ask, why?!

Why can't I see hope after years of hard work, but you can get two top-level inheritances as a mortal?

He's jealous, he's angry, and he wants to take his jealousy out on this stupid mortal who walks shit luck!

This man must die!

Chen Jingle saw that Dantong's emotions fluctuated abnormally, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Who am I? I am just an ordinary person, a good person who is about to surpass you." ”

"Very good, it doesn't matter if you don't say it, when I catch you, there is a way to force you to ask about the origin of your exercises, I hope you can still be so stubborn when the time comes. The alchemy boy, who was deeply stung by Chen Jingle's words, looked at him a little more greedy, and then became ruthless again.

Chen Jingle smiled freely: "It depends on your ability." But I think you're just talking about it, and after fighting for so long, I haven't seen you do anything to me. I said that you still have any ability to press the bottom of the box, hurry up and take it out, Uncle Ben is already impatient. Later, if I try my best, it will be in vain if you want to struggle!"

"Damn! I'm going to kill you!"

was so ridiculed by a Jindan monk, where could the violent Dantong endure it, and he shot crazy again.

It's just that his brain, which was carried away by anger, couldn't guess it, and instead fell into Chen Jingle's trap.

Dantong became more and more angry, and the more he fought, the more embarrassed he became, and at some point, the bun on his head had been cut in half by the knife qi, his hair was scattered, and the Taoist robe on his body was also tattered, and he was covered with bruises.

On the other hand, Chen Jingle, although he was also in tatters, the powerful flesh and body forged by the Eight or Nine Xuangong made him not afraid of such attacks, at most he would produce some skin injuries, and he could be repaired and healed through exercises in minutes.

Therefore, the more the boy fights, the more powerless he becomes, and Chen Jingle gets more and more energetic.

While Chen Jingle accepted the offer, he was still disturbing the other party's mind with words: "If you are willing to tell me who the great god who created the Seven Heavens Style, and where those great supernatural powers have gone in the end, maybe I can spare your life." ”

Tong Zitie blushed, just "hehe" sneered, disdainful of Chen Jingle's words.

Chen Jingle laughed and stopped talking, originally not expecting to defeat the other party with a few words.

The two sides fought wildly in the Dan Palace, if it weren't for the protection of the formation, it is estimated that the entire Dan Hall would have been the same as those ruins outside.

After touching the boy's tricks and routines, Chen Jingle finally launched the final counterattack.

Open the world!

Settle the day!

Even the Yin and Yang that have not yet been fully refined are also used!

The heavy attack slammed into Dantong's body, directly breaking through his defenses and landing on him right in the middle.

Rumble!

Even if he is in the Martial Saint Realm, even if he is a big realm higher than Chen Jingle, even if he was a True Immortal cultivator, but in the face of such a powerful offensive, he is powerless to return to the sky. The furious sword momentum blasted him away, slamming into the wall of the Dan Palace, shattering his bones, breaking his meridians, three huge wounds on his chest, and blood surging from his mouth.

Who are you?!

The boy's eyes widened, his face was full of disbelief, his lips moved slightly, and he wanted to ask, but unfortunately he didn't have a chance.

His eyes were mixed with anger and a hint of relief. Eventually, there was a thud and the body fell to the ground.

Chen Jingle finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't completely let down his vigilance.

After the boy fell to the ground, a beam of light suddenly appeared above the Dan Palace, hitting an antique small box on a table of eight immortals in the corner of the room, which was very eye-catching.

And this kind of operation?!