A day later, a purple light filled the valley, then slowly began to shrink, converging on a cliff. On the cliff, a ghost flower gradually bloomed, flashing with a rich and brilliant purple light.

In an instant, the entire valley was boiling.

The Wraith Flower is in bloom!

Whoosh! Whoosh!

One by one, the monks rose in the air and slaughtered towards the cliff, and even those bull ghosts and snake gods who had been hidden for many years appeared.

Compared with the solemnity on Chu Yunfeng's face, Fan Chong had a look of regret. With so many strong people, it is too difficult to compete for the purple mansion cherry fruit grafted by the Wraith Flower. If you're not careful, you'll be in a different place!

"Chu Daoyou, or... Dao Ye returned the invisibility talisman to you?" Fan Zhong asked timidly.

"Okay!" Chu Yunfeng stretched out his hand and agreed.

In his opinion, Fan Chong doesn't have that much ability. If you want to get the Wraith Flower Cherry Fruit, you have to find another way.

"Don't! it's just a joke!" Fan Zhong opened Chu Yunfeng's hand with a solemn expression, "It's just a cherry fruit, is it necessary for so many people to fight for it?"

Those who rushed to the cliff to compete for cherry blossoms, nine out of ten were Purple Mansion Realm monks. No matter how good the cherry blossoms are, they are useless to them, at most they can exchange them for cultivation resources.

Fan Zhong didn't understand that for many geniuses, a cherry blossom fruit could not only save a lot of cultivation time, but also throw off or catch up with the cultivation pace of fellow monks.

Especially in this era, there are many turbulent factors, and the more strength you have, the more hope you have to live. Once the Netherworld regains its daylight, or if other wars arise again, if you don't have the strength, you can only become cannon fodder.

While talking, the battle for cherry blossoms has begun.

The first to approach the Wraith Flower was a young man with a spear in his hand. He is in the early stage of the Purple Mansion Realm, and his strength is not below the middle stage of the Purple Mansion Realm at all.

"The cherry blossoms are mine!" the young man held the gun in his left hand, pressed it against his back, and moved forward with his right hand to pick the cherry blossoms.

"Where did you come from, go to death!" a sloppy-looking old man snorted disdainfully and slapped his palm at the young man.

"Hmph, old thing, I think you're tired and crooked! Eat me a shot!" The young man turned his spear three times, held it in front of his chest, and killed the obscene old man.

The old man was a mid-stage cultivator in the Purple Mansion Realm, and he was scolded by a little kid pointing his nose, and he was immediately angry.

"Angry old man!

"Carving insect skills!"

The young man glanced at him with contempt, and the spear in his hand pierced the old man's palm, and the body of the spear was horizontal, blocking the follow-up force, and then stabbed straight with the spear.

"Poof!"

The old man was stabbed in the throat, singled out in the air, struggled a few times, and died on the spot.

"Who else?" the young man killed one person with arrogance.

"Hmph! Just kill a stiff old man, do you really think you are invincible in the world? Eat a certain knife!" The cultivators, who were five big and three thick, carried a big knife and attacked and killed.

While!

The sword and gun were handed over, and each did not back down, and the strength of the sword cultivator was indeed much stronger than the old man just now.

"How's it going, boy, hurry home and drink milk!hahaha!" Dao Xiu laughed wildly, his dark skin was black and shiny in the moonlight, and he was quite a man's hero.

"Dead fatty! With your skills, you grew up killing pigs!haha!" The young man was not polite, and said sarcastically, picking up the big knife that was repaired by the knife, and stabbing hard.

"It's useless to talk more, look at the knife!"

Competing with a hairy boy with a blushing face and a thick neck, he can only lose his value. The best way to fight back is to make the opponent fall under his own knife.

A flash of sword light came, and instead of dodging, the young man picked up his gun to block it. Unlike the first move, this time the sword light was only blocked by the body of the spear by an inch, and more often it went over the spear and directly hit the deadly parts of the young man. The young man's cultivation was strong, and his chest and abdomen, which were not blocked by the body of the gun, instantly left blood marks.

"Good boy, you didn't die by eating me, only a slight wound, I underestimated you!" Dao Xiu changed his previous contempt and dealt with it seriously. If you die as aggrieved as an old man, it will be a big loss.

"Slash the clouds!"

The sword cultivation is strictly waiting, and ten percent of the cultivation is used.

"Yikes!"

But at this moment, the young man let out a long howl, and his bulging muscles tore through the clothes all over his body. Transformed into a humanoid beast. He immediately threw away the spear in his hand, clenched his fist in his right hand, and swung the power of the sky to kill.

As soon as the punch came out, the fist wind suddenly blew away the sword light, and the heavy fist slammed towards the knife cultivator without pause. The knife was frightened, and the horizontal knife was placed in front of the chest.

Rumble!

A fist-sized hole was blasted out of the big knife by the boy, straight into Dao Xiu's chest, and pierced out of the back of his heart. The fists were stained with blood, and the picture was very bloody.

After Dao Xiu died, a heavy thing fell at the boy's feet, and it was a bone.

"The Purple Mansion is mine! This thing is yours!"

A slender middle-aged man appeared not far from the boy and threw a bone, apparently taking the transformed boy for a dog.

The young man finally got angry, smashed the bone with one kick, and said through gritted teeth: "Wait a while, when your body becomes like this bone, someone will beg me to reward him with a bone!"

The boy's fists shook, and the air squeezed by the fierce fist wind sizzled. He wanted to show middle-aged men what a terrible price to pay for humiliating people.

"Fist Shock Wuyue!"

"That's all the power?

The middle-aged man said contemptuously, stretched out his orchid finger, and sprinkled five embroidery needles. In an instant, a trap similar to a golden hook spell caught the attacking young man, generating a hollowed-out cylinder, up and down, and the young man was suddenly unable to move.

"Die!"

The man chuckled lightly, spat out an embroidery needle, and pierced it into the column. With a ding, the embroidery needle pierced through the other end of the cylinder. In the next second, the entire inner wall of the cylinder was stained red with blood.

Smack!

The pillar shattered like glass, and the boy reappeared in the limelight. But seeing that he was covered in blood, his skin was torn by silk threads, and a large amount of blood gushed out.

The young man's eyes were dull, his body was stiff, but he had no breath.

"Shhh

The surrounding people gasped and retreated.

What a ruthless method!

"Humph!"

The man snorted, giving people goosebumps, but no one dared to step forward easily. It's not terrible to die, it's too ugly to die.

After groping around with the boy, a guide array disc fell from his cuffs. The man pulled with his hand, and several offensive and defensive arrays were sacrificed around him.

This young man is really the owner of the grafted spirit flower!

It's a pity that he was too conceited, thinking that his strength was heavenly, and he didn't even trigger the prepared formation, so he died in the hands of the man.

Now that no one dares to mess with the man, he walked straight to the Immortal Spirit Flower, and was about to pick the cherry blossom when an untimely voice suddenly ignited his anger: "Dead Eunuch!

"Who?" the man's sharp voice was also elongated, very harsh. He turned his head, glanced at it, and finally stopped his gaze on Fan Chong's body, "Stinky Daoist, isn't it you?"

"No! No! Daoist friend misunderstood!" Fan Chong hurriedly waved his hand, his head shook like a rattle, but his mouth learned the man's sharp voice, "Dao Ye is dedicated to cultivating the Tao, and he doesn't speak!"

"You're looking for death!" is such an obvious irony, if a man can't hear it anymore, isn't he being regarded as a fool?

Chirp!

An embroidery needle burst out, wanting to block Fan Chong's surroundings, and the man wanted everyone present to take a good look at what would happen against him.

Fan Zhong was not the arrogant and arrogant young man, I saw him take out a small hammer the size of a palm, and with a few dings, all the embroidery needles were bent to the ground by him.

Just this hand, many people immediately took a look at it. For many people, it is not difficult to fly the embroidery needle, but if you want to hit the bend, you need a lot of strength.

This fat Taoist priest is not simple!

Even Chu Yunfeng was a little surprised. After eliminating the dark disease, Fan Chong's strength was good, and he did not fall behind in the slightest when dealing with middle-aged men. Back and forth, the man didn't get any benefit from the time he fought for a stick of incense.

On the contrary, it is the fat Taoist Fan Chong, who has a small hammer to beat the invincible opponents all over the world.

"Hahaha! Dead eunuch, if you don't embroider well at home, what are you fighting for? In the eyes of Dao Ye, you are at best a-stirring stick!Hahaha!" Fan Chong's kung fu is not small, and when he is excited, he seems to be a little carried away.

Sure enough, the man was enraged again, and brewed a big move to kill Fan Chong.

Needles rained down, and Fan Zhong was immediately forced to retreat. Just when everyone thought that he was going to die miserably, Fan Chong had already retreated to the vicinity of the Ghost Spirit Flower, and as soon as he turned around, he pulled out the entire Ghost Spirit Flower even with the roots. Then he took out the long sword and blocked it in front of him, only to hear a string of sounds, and the embroidery needles hit the long sword.

The Wraith Flower was taken away by him, and the killing opportunity suddenly appeared. The monks who had been eyeing the neighborhood attacked one after another, wanting to kill Fan Chong on the spot.

But at this moment, Fan Chong made another amazing move. He tossed the storage ring containing the Wraith Flower out of the air. As a result, all the monks who were aiming at him hurriedly retracted their offensive and took out the storage ring.

For a while, the scene was chaotic, and people continued to die in the attack, and the storage ring changed hands several times. The dreamy Xiangyue Valley has been transformed into a large-scale slaughterhouse.

After some scrambling, I don't know who accidentally split the storage ring with a sword, and a few pieces of Taoist priest's underwear fell out, and there was no ghost flower that they were grabbing madly.

One after another, eyes full of murderous intent stared at Fan Chong.

This treacherous Taoist priest has deceived everyone!

"Chu Daoyou, go on!" Fan Zhong threw out another storage ring, but not to the crowd, but to Chu Yunfeng.

People thought that he was repeating his old tricks, and he didn't do it without permission, and watched Chu Yunfeng take the ring into his hand. In their ardent anticipation, Chu Yunfeng was furious as soon as he checked the storage ring.

"Stinky Daoist, you trick me!" Chu Yunfeng scolded, drew his sword, and used the first form of the Heavenly Sword Technique to kill Fan Chong.

Everyone saw that it was exactly what they guessed, and the fat Taoist priest was deceiving people again. So, once again hunted down Fan Chong.

When he saw this situation, he was also angry: "Chu Yunfeng, you bastard!"

The storage ring he threw to Chu Yunfeng obviously had a spirit flower in it. The two said okay, as soon as they grabbed it, they handed it to Chu Yunfeng. Chu Yunfeng is good, just don't appreciate it, and lead the killing machine to himself.

This is clearly going to kill his rhythm!

"Stinky Daoist stop!" Chu Yunfeng stopped talking, and the attack in his hand did not stop, "In the lower hall of the Yunxiao Immortal Sect disciple, how can he be in cahoots with you? Eat my punch!"

Five majestic elephant shadows rose into the sky, and in the eyes of others, this had already brought his cultivation to the extreme.

"Kill this stinky Taoist!

Chu Yunfeng's words and deeds were combined, and he successfully provoked the hatred of the monks towards Fan Chong, and the overwhelming attacks bombarded Fan Chong.

"What a damn!" Fan Chong was speechless, hurriedly took out a talisman and pasted it on his body, and disappeared without a trace.