"Boy, your cultivation is between the early stage of condensation and foundation building, what kind of cultivation are you?" The black mist of the Golden Saint Spirit flickered up and down in the air, and in an instant, it turned into a human form and appeared in front of Chu Yuan's body.

Chu Yuan watched more than a dozen Golden Saint Clan cultivators under his nose, sucked dry of flesh and blood, their bodies withered, and their eyes were murderous.

"You are the evil spirit that was left behind before the golden saint son turned into a spirit, and you haven't formed yet, so I don't believe that you can fight one against two." Jin Wenrui suddenly appeared beside Chu Yuan, with anger in his eyes, and said in a cold voice.

"Haha, even if the old man is not formed, the one who breaks into the altar will die." The Golden Saint Spirit laughed loudly, and said in a sad voice.

He pinched the trick in his hand, and his right hand grabbed towards the void, and a black mist spear appeared in his hand.

This gun is black and foggy, with an icy cold.

The Golden Saint Spirit smiled coldly, and read something softly in his mouth.

Chu Yuan felt something strange, turned his head and looked at it, his heart was slightly shocked, the monk who had been sucked dry of flesh and blood before. The withered body moved lightly on the ground, and suddenly rose from the ground.

"Miss Jin, you go and help them, I have enough for one person here." Seeing that the situation was critical, Chu Yuan knew that those monks couldn't resist it at all, so he hurriedly said.

Jin Wenrui looked at Chu Yuan, frowned lightly, and said, "What about you?" ”

Seeing her concerned appearance, Chu Yuan smiled heartily and said, "I'm fine, it's just a mess of dirt, why be afraid." ”

Jin Wenrui saw that he was relaxed on the surface, but he knew that this Jin Shengsha Spirit was not so easy to mess with, and his cultivation had reached the Great Perfection in the late stage of foundation building, and this battle was not so easy.

Chu Yuan slapped the storage bag, and a hundred and ten flying swords flew out and lined up in front of Chu Yuan.

"Arrogant boy, call you rampant, and the old man will catch you later, see if you dare to be arrogant."

Jin Shengsha Ling looked at Chu Yuan and snorted coldly.

"Give it to me"

Chu Yuan let out a low shout, and one hundred and ten flying swords flew towards the Golden Saint Spirit like lightning, and the space around him also twisted slightly when his sword appeared.

When Jin Shengsha Ling saw that Chu Yuan made a move, it was a rain of swords, and even he didn't dare to underestimate it.

The spear in the hand of the Golden Saint Spirit was pierced into the air and lightly clicked, and a string of spear flowers bloomed in the air in the oblique thorn, which was beautiful, and the spear in his hand stabbed towards the sword rain like a spirit snake.

"Boom, boom!"

A series of explosions resounded, and in the roar of the eight directions, Chu Yuan's flying sword was shredded more than a dozen times, and the debris was scattered in the air, but the remaining flying sword was under Chu Yuan's control, roaring out towards the Golden Saint Spirit.

The Golden Saint's eyes flashed, and the spear in his hand swept towards the flying sword again.

The sound of "click" resounded, many flying swords were crushed, and the black mist on the black spear of the Golden Saint Spirit was also much thinner.

"Good guy, so many flying swords can't do anything to you." Chu Yuan saw that the Golden Saint Spirit was not injured at all, but the flying sword had lost a lot, and he secretly exclaimed in his heart.

The remaining flying swords were resisted by the black spears, and the roar was endless, and it resounded in all directions.

The gods are constantly killing in the main hall, and the monks of the Jin Sheng Clan have already lost half of them at this moment, and some of the remaining people are also frightened, if it weren't for Jin Wenrui helping here, I'm afraid they would have been killed by these puppets.

Hua Xiang, Hong Fang, and Su Yi turned a little pale because of the consumption of spiritual energy, and they gasped for breath.

Chu Yuan knew that the more he dragged it out, the worse it became, and the Dark Bone Nail actually didn't play any role in the thing condensed by this evil qi, and he wasted one in vain.

"Break it for me"

Chu Yuan let out a low shout, and the flying sword was swift, rushing towards the Golden Saint Spirit, and his strength increased several times.

The black spear in the hand of the Golden Saint Spirit swept across, and those approaching flying swords directly collapsed under his black spear, turning into silver rays and shattering in all directions.

"Even the slightest trick dares to show off in front of the old man." The Golden Saint Evil Spirit was full of evil aura and said in a cold voice.

"Then try"

Chu Yuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and between the pinching of the trick in his hand, the flames in his body were a lot richer again, since the evil spirit condensed by this evil qi was afraid of fire, then I will attack with fire.

Chu Yuan made a move, and the remaining sixty or seventy flying swords flew back upside down, and some of the flying swords had already been rolled up, and the damage was relatively strict. Chu Yuan put these flying swords in the storage bag.

Seeing that Chu Yuan withdrew the flying sword, the flame aura on his body was much stronger, and the black spear of the Golden Saint Spirit was withdrawn, and he looked at Chu Yuan cautiously.

With a finger in Chu Yuan's hand, dozens of flames appeared from between his fingers, like fiery snakes, flying towards the Golden Saint Spirit.

The strange eyes of the Golden Saint Spirit flashed, and the spear in his hand shook in the air, and the spear swept out.

Chu Yuan was worried that the remaining monks would be killed by the puppets, so he was completely anxious this time, and he couldn't wait to immediately pierce the Golden Saint Spirit directly and die.

"Boom"

Dozens of flame spirit snakes collided with the black mist of the black spear, setting off a monstrous wave of fire, fireworks shot out in all directions, and the space vibrated out.

Chu Yuan and the Golden Saint Spirit were shocked by the qi wave at the same time, and they took more than ten steps back.

"Poof" Chu Yuan spurted out a mouthful of blood.

Jin Sheng's face was pale, and the black evil qi on his body was also a lot thinner, revealing incredible, he was left by a wisp of evil qi left by Jin Shengzi back then, and he had cultivated in this world for nearly a thousand years before it took shape, and later he had spiritual wisdom, and now he was already a foundation building Great Perfection cultivation, he never expected that the other party would be so strong, and he was a little afraid of fire.

Chu Yuan's killing intent was intense, and in the next moment, his hand was raised, and the flames formed a wide flame giant sword, as soon as this sword came out, the void fluctuated more and more, and at the same time, the golden characters of the Taiyin Spirit Recipe in his brain also appeared in his brain, and it was opened, and an indescribable artistic conception appeared in his body, merging into the flames.

The Golden Saint's strange eyes rolled and he felt a cold feeling, which made him feel frightened in his heart.

"Die!" The Golden Saint Spirit Sen bit his white teeth, and the black mist spear in his hand stabbed directly towards Chu Yuan, carrying a series of black evil qi.

Chu Yuan's flame giant sword slashed down towards the Golden Saint Spirit, and under this sword, the void was almost cracked, and under this sword, the space shook violently.

"Boom!"

The huge flame sword slashed heavily on the black spear, and the golden saint spirit felt his whole body tremble, which originally seemed to him to be able to directly turn these monks who broke in into his puppets with a raise of his hand, and these people were completely self-pressing, but he didn't expect such a big reversal at this moment, even he couldn't believe it.

The black mist of the "click" black spear instantly faded a little, and countless cracks appeared on it.

With the next breath, the cracks crumbled layer by layer.

"No," the Golden Saint Spirit's eyes were shocked, and the spear with his black evil aura condensed turned into a cloud of black light and dissipated as it landed under the flame sword.

"Bang!"

Black fog and waves of fire surged, waves of air rushed into the sky, hot waves rolled, surging into the sky, and the flames in the hall were raging.

The moment the flame sword was slashed, the hall also shook.

"Ah, damn it, I'm not reconciled"

The Golden Saint Demon Spirit let out a miserable scream, and his body exploded directly, no blood splattered out, his body was torn apart, and countless black evil qi spread.

Looking at these evil qi flying out, Chu Yuan's eyes flashed, once these escaped evil qi was condensed, it was inevitable that this kind of evil spirit would not be formed again.

Thinking of this, he pointed his finger at the evil qi that flew out, and then raised a ball of flame and flew away, directly enveloping those flying evil qi.

In the blink of an eye, the black evil qi burned under the fire of the True Phoenix Demon.

There were only a dozen or so monks left in the Golden Saint Clan, each of them had an unstable breath and a pale face, obviously the spiritual energy consumption in his body was huge.

The moment the black aura disappeared, the puppets collapsed with a bang. The moment these puppets fell.

They were also surprised, the clothes of those puppets turned into ashes in an instant, and then their* also turned into ashes and disappeared.

Jin Wenrui looked at the scene in front of him, and glanced at the remaining dozen or so clansmen, and sighed slightly in his heart.

Chu Yuan withdrew the flames into his body, his face was a little pale at this moment, and the consumption of spiritual energy was also extremely great for him.

Chu Yuan's eyes swept and saw the fiery Xuanhuo Sword floating in the sky.

The figure flashed, and flew towards the Xuanhuo sword, grabbing it in his hand.

Looking at this Xuanhuo Sword, Chu Yuan was also a little excited in his heart, this sword gave him an extraordinary feeling.

Jin Wenrui frowned slightly, her figure flashed, and she grabbed a few rays of light and grabbed it in her hand.

"What's yours?" Chu Yuan asked.

"It's a spell," Jin Wenrui replied softly.

Jin Wenrui watched his palms spread out, and his palms had five volumes of magical powers.

She swept her senses, her brows stretched slightly, and said, "It's exactly a few volumes of magic that have always been in my clan, you can all take a look." As she spoke, she flicked her fingers, and the five magic scrolls shot into the hands of Hong Fang and Hua Xiang.

Chu Yuan looked at the huge hall and said, "The one qiē here is too weird, there must be something else here." ”

When Jin Wenrui heard this, he frowned and said, "You mean that we are just getting started here. How is this possible. ”

Chu Yuan shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I don't want to believe it either, look over there." ”

Jin Wenrui followed his gaze and saw hundreds of coffins neatly placed behind the statue of the Golden Saint Spirit.

She couldn't help but be startled, remembering the story that had been passed down from their clan, and thinking of this story, her heart was a little numb, and she suddenly had a feeling of wanting to escape.

Chu Yuan noticed the change in her expression and wondered, "Miss Jin, what's wrong with you?" ”

Jin Wenrui was bitter in her heart, shook her head and said, "Let's go out quickly, otherwise we won't be able to turn back." ”

"I can't go back, Miss Jin, what are you talking about, some coffins are just coffins, are they so strict?"

Chu Yuan saw her gaffe like this, and he didn't know what was going on, and faintly felt that these coffins were a little not simple.

He was puzzled and became more and more curious.

"Nine Dragons lock the coffin, I should have thought of it a long time ago, one qiē was late, one qiē was late, it was all my fault, why didn't I think of it earlier." Jin Wenrui blamed herself in her heart, muttered softly, and her expression was very painful.

"Miss Jin, you. Tell me what the hell is going on. Don't scare me" Chu Yuan hurriedly said when he saw her like crazy.

Hong Fang and Su Yi were also puzzled when they saw the saint like this.