This variable came really suddenly, although Yu Da's voice was loud, but for this group of people who could not enter the Tide Realm, it was indeed a little difficult to avoid the attack of a Yuanhai Realm cultivator.

Even though, the monk used fists instead of spells.

In the eighth punch, Chen Qingniu smashed the Blood Tiger Blood Dragon.

In the ninth punch, he had already withdrawn forward, jumped up and smashed down with one punch, and the most extreme strength of the nine styles of jumping made the ground, which was already a scorched black ruin, sink into a large pit several feet wide.

Inside the pit, there were black ashes and scarlet blood stains that quickly scabbed over the ground, and more than 20 people who listened to the tide were all killed.

In this regard, Chen Qingniu did not have any pity in his eyes, and there was no shame in his heart, fighting for life and death, and there was no mercy.

After a punch, with the blessing of the soul devouring supernatural power, he moved forward and chased after Wu Zhishan, who was resisted by the elegant middle-aged man on his shoulder.

In fact, the two Blood Tiger Blood Dragons that had just made Chen Qingniu suffer a lot were indeed the strongest blow of the Listening Tide Gang leader, and at this time, Wu Zhishan's internal strength was nine out of ten, even if Wu Xiu's already powerful physique was a little weak.

If there is no elegant middle age, Chen Qingniu has just punched him, and he can already take his life.

During the journey, Chen Qingniu smashed several magic weapons in front of him in a row, although these magic weapons were not the elegant middle-aged natal magic weapons, but they broke several pieces in a row, which also made the latter feel painful.

Seeing that Chen Qingniu's speed was beyond the reach of the naked eye, the elegant middle-aged man who had already run dozens of feet away no longer fled, put down Wu Zhishan's expression and said gloomily: "Big brother, today, I'm afraid we ......."

Wu Zhishan, who had already recovered some of his internal strength after a little relaxation, stretched out his hand to push the former aside, his face did not show the slightest fear, but he smiled miserably and said: "What does it matter about life and death, old ghost, your mind big brother understands, you can run for your life, big brother, I can still fight." ”

The old ghost was silent, sighing in his heart.

can save Wu Zhishan at the moment of life and death, although this old ghost is a qi refining cultivator, he is also Wu Zhishan's real right-hand man, for today's events, maybe those who died in vain in the gang don't know anything, but he knows a thing or two.

The big man who asked them to do this was the second-grade Yin Xuanwei, Liu Wengang.

The mid-stage martial artist of the Sky Realm, with his strength alone, is a few points stronger than his eldest brother.

Even, it is rumored in the rivers and lakes that this Liu Wengang seems to have another layer of identity, the strongest among the middle-aged and young generation of the Liu family side branch of the four mountains in Cangbei Mansion.

Because of this, his eldest brother was blinded by the fly-headed Xiaoli for a while, and sought skin with the tiger.

Although their Tingchao gang is just a small secular gang, in these ten streets and eight alleys, they are also really a force like a local snake, but no matter who they provoke or what forces, there is a premise, that is, to find out the details of the other party first.

In a place like Fucheng, not to mention the ten mountain courtyards in the rivers and lakes, there are countless disciples of the mountain sect who have come here from other places to travel and practice.

Of course, there is also the imperial court - Cangbei Palace, Yinxuansi, Fusi, and Black Hell Prison.

"That young man, called Chen Qingniu, is an outsider with no background, and now he is in the realm of the Chao Gang, I don't like this person very much. ”

"Thirty non-genus Yuan stones plus a favor, if you can, I will bother Brother Wu to make him for me. Brother Wu acted boldly, if nothing happened, it would be out, and I, the Yin Xuanwei, would I be on top to bear it for you?"

The old ghost also never thought that the lives of hundreds of people in their Tingchao Gang would be ruined by a simple two sentences.

If the help is gone, it can be rebuilt, but if the people are gone, then it is really gone.

Among those who died in vain, there were not many gang elders, although one was a mountain cultivator, but for those gang brothers who got along day and night and called each other brothers, the old ghost was the same thing in his heart.

He also knows that his eldest brother, why not?

Otherwise, with the ability of a martial artist to fly in the sky, at the moment when the young man set fire to the Tingchao Tower, how could he consume so much internal force to protect the four of them?

Even, even at this moment, he knew that Wu Zhishan could also do it.

However, Wu Zhishan pushed him away, and he was still reluctant to fight with the young man who didn't know what weird method he had used, and his realm was not weak, for what?

For this reason, it is naturally not the Yuanshi and human favor that the second-grade Yin Xuanwei, who harmed him in two sentences to listen to the lives of so many brothers in the Chao Gang, but for the many brothers who died.

The old ghost sighed again, and when the palm of his hand was reversed, there was an extra white porcelain bottle.

A reddish pill is poured out.

The pill was very unusual, apparently there was only one in the porcelain bottle, and the moment the pill left the porcelain bottle, the porcelain bottle shattered and scattered all over the ground in an instant.

Wu Zhishan was stunned and said, "Old ghost, this is ......"

The old ghost didn't have time to explain too much, and after handing over the pill to the latter, he began to pinch the trick and cast the spell, urging in his mouth: "Big brother, I will hold this young man, you don't have to ask more, quickly refine this pill." ”

Wu Zhishan naturally knew the priority of the matter, and hurriedly swallowed the pill in his mouth, without meditating, he directly mobilized the internal force in his body that had not recovered much and took the pill directly, and in the way that Wu Xiu was already arrogant and domineering in refining the aura of heaven and earth, in an instant, he refined the pill that was already not big.

But although the pill was small, the heaven and earth aura contained in it was almost endless, and Wu Zhishan's pupils immediately widened, and his eyes were full of shock.

In an instant, Wu Zhishan's body began to stir up layers of water ripples visible to the naked eye, these ripples were as red as blood, but they were the purest heaven and earth aura.

Chong Lingdan!

Xiao is old ghost not to say, Wu Zhishan has already guessed the name of this way, and he even knows that this pill is of great help to cultivators to break through the realm, not only can open up wisdom and make the cultivator more clearly inform the next realm, but also can replenish the vitality of the cultivator because of breaking through the realm in a very short time.

Even if it was him, he was only lucky enough to see it when he participated in the auction of Zhenling Pavilion once, but in a very short time, he was raced away by a martial artist who was the same as him for a large price.

Glancing at the long-standing brother who had already condensed a three-zhang ghost on his body and rushed towards the young man who had rushed over him, Wu Zhishan felt very uncomfortable.

You don't have to guess to think that this Chong Ling Pill is obviously the biggest hole card of the old ghost when he broke the bottleneck of the second realm, but now it is used to restore his internal strength...... Putting away his emotions and shock, Wu Zhishan closed his eyes and let go of every pore in his body, and began to absorb the powerful heaven and earth aura that burst out after the Chong Ling Pill was refined.

The old ghost is by no means the opponent of the young man, he must return to his full state as soon as possible, maybe then, there is still a slight chance of victory.

All this happened very quickly.

But no matter how fast it is, how can it be faster than Chen Qingniu's speed.

Looking at the old ghost with a hideous ghost suspended above his head, Chen Qingniu didn't say a word, his eyes sank, and he punched out.

After the dark power was transformed into a power that was visible to the naked eye, on his punch, those gray qi exploded like firecrackers, and the power was extraordinary.

And under his punch, the three-zhang ghost shook violently, and in an instant, there was a tendency to disperse.

The old ghost with a cold face and no elegance at all, at this moment his face is like a ghost on the top of his head, hideous and terrifying, his cold eyes sink again, he gritted his teeth fiercely, and a series of ten drops of blood overflowed from the center of his eyebrows.

The ten drops of blood beads had a dense mist of spiritual energy, faintly tinged with a hint of gold, which was obviously different from ordinary blood, and Chen Qingniu naturally recognized it.

Essence Blood!

The sinking river was so deep that he asked him for a drop.

The spells in the world, all of which are reliable essence blood to attract Cui Dong, are more powerful than ordinary casts, and the power is amazing, almost several times more powerful.

Xuan Shen had told him about it, but he also advised him not to use his essence blood to cast spells if it was not a matter of life and death.

Essence blood, in the final analysis, is the purest essence condensation of a living being.

If ordinary people or other ordinary beings lose their essence and blood, if there is no foreign substance to replenish them, they will be sick and painful, and they will be bedridden, and they can only do things later.

Cultivators, although the loss of essence blood can absorb the aura of heaven and earth while recondensing the powerful essence qi, if the loss of essence blood is too much, although it will not be like looking for someone, but the light will be a big drop in cultivation, and the heavy will be a big loss of longevity, and it will be even better.

At the beginning, Chen Qingniu of the Qi Induction Realm only condensed a drop of essence blood and Xuan Shen, although no one knew about it on the surface, it took several days of cultivation to finally make up for it.

Now, the man in front of him is ten drops, and he is really desperate.

Seeing that he couldn't make a punch, Chen Qingniu naturally wouldn't stop there, not to mention that now that the other party was urging the law with essence and blood, he didn't dare to be careless, and hurriedly opened the nine-style boxing frame and punched again.

But when he punched, he saw the three-zhang ghost swallowing all the ten drops of essence blood into his mouth.

The next moment, the terrible ghost let out a sad smile, and a pair of originally muddy ghost eyes were actually two points clear, and suddenly lowered his head, and actually said in his mouth: "Just a small repair, what is the matter of calling this king? For the sake of you giving ten drops of essence blood, this king allows you to say one thing." ”

Ten drops of essence blood were condensed at one time, the old ghost was already bloodless, and there was no doubt about the real ghost, at this moment, his right hand held his heart, half knelt on the ground, trembling and stretched out a hand, pointing at Chen Qingniu and said hoarsely: "Kill...... Finish...... Him!"

In fact, there is no need for the old ghost to say, after absorbing ten drops of essence blood, the three-zhang powerful ghost who was already quite a little condensed had already seen Chen Qingniu who was swinging his fist towards him, and immediately spit out a cloud of black mist and wrapped it towards Chen Qingniu.

Chen Qingniu, who didn't know that this black mist had a reputation, naturally didn't dare to be careless, although he frowned slightly, he quickly withdrew his fist and retreated, and after a few turns, he threw it away.

The three-zhang ghost let out a giggling sneer: "I dare to hide from this king's rotten spirit, boy, and eat this king's mysterious divine light again." ”

As soon as the words fell, a purple-black beam of light shot out of the ghost's mouth, and it came in the blink of an eye.

No matter how fast Chen Qingniu is, he naturally can't avoid this divine light.

However, since he can't dodge, he won't be stupid enough to let it hit him.

Gritting his teeth in his heart, he immediately swung his fist, mobilized the dark power of his body, and smashed it with his fist at the mysterious divine light.

The gray and white dark power, against the purple-black divine light of the thickness of the upper bowl, although it does not have half an advantage, it is also equal.

Not only was the three-zhang ghost stunned, but this was also something that Chen Qingniu had never expected.

At the moment when facing the purple and black divine light, there was a trace of cold and extremely cold feeling between the fists, but fortunately, there was a gray and white dark force wrapped around it, and the divine light could not penetrate a single bit.

As for the resistance to cold, Chen Qingniu, who has been inseparable from Jin Yue'er since she awakened her spiritual ability, is the only one in the world.

Seeing this, the three zhang ghosts were already annoyed, and after taking a deep breath, they suddenly opened their mouths, and a thicker and larger pillar of purple-black light shot towards Chen Qingniu again.

has already been in contact, Chen Qingniu naturally will not underestimate this technique, knowing that if he is hit by it, even if he does not die, he will definitely break through a hole.

He also repeated his old tricks, and then resisted it with his fist.

However, this time, after knowing that the dark power could resist this technique, it was not as careful as Fang Cai, and before throwing a punch, he once again opened the Jumping Mountain Nine-Style Boxing Fight.

A punch is not very useful.

But after a short retreat, two punches, three punches...... Six punches were thrown out in a row, and the purple and black divine light, accompanied by Chen Qingniu's figure forward, actually cracked inch by inch.

Chen Qingniu's expression sank, and he immediately punched the remaining three punches, instantly breaking through the remaining divine light, and the ninth punch was swung out, just taking the three powerful ghosts and leaving.

The three-zhang ghost exclaimed, "No...... How is it possible, this king's divine light, even the Jindan Yuan Infant can be shattered, how can you ......"

In the exclamation, the already ugly face of this powerful ghost suddenly changed again, full of astonishment and turned into horror, as if he had discovered something unusual, and immediately shouted at the old ghost who was still limp and kneeling: "Xiao Xiu, ten more drops of essence blood with this king, no, twenty drops, this king will kill this person for you......!"

The old ghost opened his mouth, but he could only make a few jerky syllables with difficulty, and he couldn't speak.

At this time, the old ghost has exhausted his essence, not to mention ten drops of essence blood, even one drop, and it is difficult to condense it, otherwise, he will definitely die on the spot.

Chen Qingniu took this opportunity to punch out, the ninth and ninth style, jumping on the mountain!

In an instant, the powerful ghost that was still slightly condensed was immediately dispersed like a puff of smoke.

"If you have mastered it, this king will not ......"

The three words "let you go" have not yet been shouted out by the ghost, and the smoke has already dissipated.

Chen Qingniu glanced coldly at the old ghost who fell to the ground like a puddle of mud after the spell collapsed, and finally couldn't hold on anymore and fell to the ground like a puddle of mud, and did not kill this fellow monk who had lost so much essence and blood even if he didn't die and survived, his eyes were indifferent, and he swept towards Wu Zhishan again.

In this short period of time, although Chen Qingniu was fighting with the powerful ghosts, he could sense the powerful aura fluctuations coming from Wu Zhishan's side.

He didn't have to think about it, he knew that it must be because of the pill that Fang Cai, an elegant middle-aged man, gave him to take.

Elixir!

These are the two words that Chen Qingniu immediately thought of.

The so-called pill is similar to the pill pill refined by the secular Chinese medicine practitioner, but it comes from the hands of mountain cultivators, and its effect is not as simple as removing poison and healing and saving people.

Although some of them are also intended to save people, most of the pills are linked to the word cultivation, consolidating the foundation and cultivating the yuan, refining the vitality, strengthening the body, refining the cultivation, breaking the bottleneck, and improving the realm...... Of course, there are also some of them who have other uses for spiritual practice.

Although he didn't know what the effect of that pill was, Chen Qingniu could also sense it at this moment that the other party's body was exposed to internal strength that was even worse than his previous peak state.

This Listening Tide Gang leader is different from him who used the Soul Devouring Divine Power to forcibly improve his strength, but he is a real Second Realm martial artist.

With Chen Qingniu's observation, he couldn't see that he was able to traumatize the other party before, and obviously took some advantage.

Under the Heavenly Fire Technique, when the other party protected the four of them, it obviously consumed too much internal strength.

But now......

With the slow loss of time, the power of the three beast spirit origins devoured by the Spirit Devouring Divine Power was gradually weakening, no matter whether the other party had completely refined that pill or not, Chen Qingniu did not dare to delay any longer.

His fist once again blasted towards Wu Zhishan, but in order to prevent accidents, when Chen Qingniu punched, he used spells to condense a guarded mountain.

This Shoushan, along with the strength of Chen Qingniu, has also grown, and it is also the size of a dwelling.

Before the fist arrived, the mountain had already slammed into it.

But at this moment, Wu Zhishan, who had been refining the pill with his eyes closed, suddenly opened his eyes and punched his backhand: "Wuthering Mountains and Rivers!"

The blood tiger condensed in an instant, and it was killed in an instant.

This blood tiger condensed by internal force was nearly twice as large as the previous two.

The whistling sound was also terrifying, and this sound alone made Chen Qingniu a little unstable.

The blood tiger directly slammed into the Shoushan, and a huge force came from the Shoushan, and then, Chen Qingniu saw that the Shoushan he had condensed instantly collapsed.

The blood tiger, although it faded away, still stepped on the ground on all fours, rushing towards him to show off his might.

At the same time, after rising into the air step by step again, Wu Zhishan threw another punch.

Suddenly, the Blood Tiger was in front, followed by the Blood Dragon.

Previously, after casting the Soul Devouring Divine Power, Chen Qingniu responded to this dragon and tiger intersecting blow, and even successfully defeated it.

But now......

Since stepping into this Listening Tide Gang, Chen Qingniu chose to retreat for the first time!

Although the dragon and the tiger are condensed by internal force, they are gathered but not dispersed, as if there is a spirit, no matter where he avoids, it is all in an instant.

Wu Zhishan was condescending and looked indifferent.

This old man, who had been depressed and silent for a long time, was fighting again at this moment.

He lowered his voice and almost roared angrily, "Blood Wolf Chen Qingniu, don't you want to know why the old man sent someone to break into your mansion and want to abolish your cultivation and arrest you?"

"Little brute, if you can take the old man's punch again, the old man will tell you. ”

"Of course, the old man will kill you today to mourn the old man's brothers!"

Sinking waist, capacity.

Wu Zhishan's voice fell, and then a punch was handed out.

The sound of collapse sounded, like thousands of horses galloping, thousands of troops out of the territory, as if the whole world seemed to change color.

The vision arises.

At the moment of his punch, an internal force burst out quickly, overflowing but not dissipating, and an extremely vague tall blood-red figure condensed a few feet outside his body.

does not show facial features, only human form.

However, as Wu Zhishan handed out a punch, the blood-red figure also turned his head sideways, raised the blood-red fist the size of a grinding plate, and slammed it towards Chen Qingniu.

Wu Zhishan's voice suddenly turned high: "People are fists!"