"Boom!"

The black shadow was suddenly shocked by Meng Chen's blow and flew out, this was an undead Inhuman, one of its feet had been cut off, and the blood flowed, obviously it was done by someone before, but it did not look weak in the slightest, as if it did not feel pain. The mouth kept roaring, and there was no pupil in the open eyes, but Meng Chen could feel that it seemed to be glaring at him viciously at this time.

It was beaten by Meng Chen, its chest collapsed, its face was hideous, and the hands behind it actually slapped in the air, killing Meng Chen again.

It was the first time Meng Chen had fought with this stranger. He asked tentatively, only to find that the other party didn't understand the language at all.

Picking up his fist, the golden lines climbed up, and Meng Chen suddenly smashed towards the head of the rushing inhuman, and the fist wind was raging.

There was a "thud" and the skull shattered.

The cultivation of this alien is actually comparable to that of a grandmaster cultivator, and in this hall, there are a hundred and ten alien corpses.

The strength of the nine sects can be seen.

Walking deeper again, the corpses of the cultivators in this hall turned out to be more than inhumans, a whole place.

In this hall, there are seven special corpses, not cultivators, they are somewhat similar to the aliens, but they are different, this time they have eyes, blood-colored pupils, and the heads that fall on the ground nearby, just looking at Meng Chen, the blood-colored pupils staring at the person hairy.

Behind them, there are two pairs of arms.

Surprised, Meng Chen approached and touched the corpse with his hand, but found that its body was as hard as iron.

At this moment, the sound of a fierce fight came into Meng Chen's ears.

His eyes narrowed slightly, and without stopping for a moment, Meng Chen swept deeper into the depths.

In the eye, more than a dozen people were dressed in the uniforms of the Nine Sects, and between the swords and swords, they were all besieging one person, and that person's eyes were like torches, suspended in the air, and between the ups and downs in his hands, they all knocked out the techniques of more than a dozen people.

If it weren't for the three pairs of arms behind him, Meng Chen would almost think that he was a real person!

Behind the strange man, there is a throne, and on the throne, there is a jade plaque lying peacefully, the whole body is ruddy, the ambilight lingers, the sound is humming and whispering, although I don't know what it is, but it must be extraordinary.

Seeing that it was not Panyu, Meng Chen suddenly couldn't arouse his interest, this Qionglou has twelve places, this place is one of them, he doesn't want to waste too much time, Meng Chen wants to quit, and plans to go to other Qionglou to explore.

However, at this moment, a figure was knocked into the air, Meng Chen dodged and dodged the past, and saw a person smashing the rubble, spitting blood from his mouth, and struggling out of the rubble.

When he saw Meng Chen, he was stunned, how did Meng Chen, a martial artist's cultivation, come in? Without having time to think too much, the man dropped a sentence: "Get out." After the rolling Yuan Force shook Meng Chen back, he joined the battle again.

Meng Chen's eyes narrowed slightly, he didn't want to be too lazy to participate in it, but this person's behavior didn't seem to be regular. Glancing at the sign suspended above the throne, the corner of Meng Chen's mouth hung on and a faint smile slowly hung up.

Immediately, Meng Chen retreated outside the hall and disappeared from their field of vision, but Meng Chen did not go far, but mentioned a small amount of Yuan Force, which was insignificant compared to the huge energy in the hall, and almost no one could detect it.

In Meng Chen's hand, a circle of light covered, and then the light flowed into the ground like water, stretching upward, towards the throne in the hall, quietly approaching, this is the jade hand, it is the technique of Meng Chen's plundering of heaven and earth treasures, and the yuan force fluctuates very little, quietly.

Until the rainbow approached the throne, no one felt it.

Then the rainbow mang slowly turned into a transparent palm, just when he grabbed the jade card, and then the palm that was originally slow and leisurely turned out to be able to raise a quick retreat.

At this moment, someone finally noticed it, and the person who had drunk Meng Chen before was stunned for a moment, and then a low roar fell, and he quickly chased after the regressing Hongmang.

However, the golden lines under Meng Chen's feet had already climbed up, and at the moment when the jade hand reached his hand, his figure instantly turned into a streamer of light and rushed out of the hall.

Only a shadow was left in the eye of the man who chased him out.

At this sudden scene, everyone was stunned, and the three-armed stranger, after discovering that the jade brand was missing, roared angrily and killed the person who chased him.

Bang! Bang!

Behind him, the sound of a battle rang out again.

Outside Qiong Tower, Meng Chen didn't stop for a moment, his figure disappeared into the towering green forest below, and swept towards another mountain peak.

At the same time, Meng Chen was playing with the jade brand in his hand, but he didn't know what it did. After leaving the throne, it seemed that even the streamer disappeared and turned into an ordinary jade plaque.

Soon, Meng Chen put away his look, the closer he got to the second peak, the more precipitous the terrain became, and the spirit beasts in it were even more ferocious.

As soon as he stepped on the foot of the mountain, Meng Chen stopped, hundreds of poisonous snakes with sarcomas were spitting out letters, and the purple-black poisonous mist filled the surroundings, corroding the forest trees into shape.

In addition, there was a low roar from the mountainside, and countless spirit beasts wandered through the forest. They didn't attack each other, they were all agitated, and they were all staring up at the sky.

And a large number of flying spirit beasts gathered in the air, and the black pressure was overwhelming, rushing towards the cultivators above the sky. Above that, a huge beast roar, accompanied by earth-shaking energy fluctuations, struck towards the cultivators of the Nine Sects.

The spirit beast that covers the sky and the sun above the sky is the ancient divine beast Golden-winged Dapeng, the Dapeng is flying and vibrating the eight descendants, and the Zhongtian is not strong, no wonder the elders of the Yuanmen are not good, and they need the people of the nine sects to attack it together. At this time, the spirit beasts below all stepped forward to help, but Meng Chen was much more relaxed.

Without stopping his gaze, Meng Chen circled around and found a cliff, the golden lines under his feet climbed up, he was able to raise it, and his figure kicked out. Soon he reached the peak, the peak green forest was still lush, but there was silence in the Qiong Tower, as if no one had come, or the battle had ended, and there was a deathly silence, without a sound.

Meng Chenxin frowned, stepped into the Qiong Tower again, his eyes were red with blood stained through the white column, and went deeper, the ground was full of blood and water, and there was no complete corpse.

These strangers were all beaten to blood.

Entering the next hall door again, Meng Chen saw an alien who could only half of his body fall in a pool of blood, it was a two-handed alien, Meng Chen had tried before, his body was like fine iron, what kind of power could break half of his body, Meng Chen couldn't help but be a little surprised.

At this moment, several clattering footsteps came from inside, and Meng Chen's figure flashed, and he quickly disappeared into the darkness.

Before the people in the depths appeared, a scorching aura emanated from the air. Then a group of more than a dozen tall figures appeared in Meng Chen's field of vision.