Chapter Seventy-Six: Eat Him!

Zhang Yanchen was a monk at the sixth level of Qi cultivation, and he had just been promoted, so these two people naturally didn't know that Zhang Yanchen had been promoted.

The two of them are cultivators of the tenth level of Qi cultivation, and their aura is powerful, but Baili Slope is a hundred miles away from Yin Yang Valley, and even if they fight, no one will feel the fluctuation of aura.

Unless the old guys in the valley who are in the stage of transforming their spirits and cultivating the void are idle, no one will care about them even if the three of them die or die.

Qi Ji and Yan She looked like they were in their twenties, and they were already young people, and if they were to be judged by normal cultivation, most of the monks' faces had been sluggish for twenty or thirty years, and these two people must have been fifty or sixty years old.

Zhang Yanchen has always been calm, and there is no fear in his delicate facial features.

It's a pity that such a beautiful girl died, but ...... That's fate!

"Little girl, don't blame us for being ruthless, whoever made you offend someone who shouldn't be offended, if you want to blame it, you can only blame your bad life, and you must know how to judge the situation in the next life to live longer." Qi Ji said coldly.

Zhang Yanchen raised his eyebrows, looked at the two of them indifferently, and said, "Single-handedly or together?" ”

Since killing Li Yunbing in seconds, Zhang Yanchen has become a little arrogant in his heart after knowing his approximate ability.

Qi Yan She was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and Yan She immediately said angrily: "What an arrogant tone, I don't need two people to deal with you, I can do it myself." ”

Before the words fell, there were words in his mouth, and a stream of aura circulated from his hand, and dozens of wind blades whistled in mid-air and struck towards Zhang Yanchen.

Zhang Yanchen's feet touched the ground, and his figure was constantly fluttering. Swaying from side to side like a flutter in the wind, the wind blade that hit it couldn't touch her at all.

Yan She saw that he didn't make another move, put his hands together, shouted and slashed, and a huge sword light fell towards Zhang Yanchen's head, and the huge oppressive force blew all the grass and trees on the ground into ashes.

Zhang Yanchen's face changed slightly, the Thousand Machine Sword came out of his hand, and suddenly became bigger and blocked upward, and the power of the top-grade magic weapon was undoubtedly revealed at this moment.

Combined with the ninety percent of Yan She's strength, a blow fell, and any disciple who practiced qi at the sixth level would have to be seriously injured and disabled if he didn't die.

Zhang Yanchen snorted. A trail of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. The changing shield of the Thousand Machine Sword steadily blocked Yan She's sword light.

His face was horrified, and he suddenly felt a chill down his spine, and a tingling pain came from his heart, but Zhang Yanchen was still in place.

He looked down. A dagger sank into his chest. Only a little bit of the handle is left on the outside. Blood had stained the white robes.

Before he could react, Zhang Yanchen stared at Yan She is soul attack.

Yan She's body was shaken, and he fell weakly. And the sword light above his head also dissipated when Yan She died.

Zhang Yanchen only used three moves to deal with Yan She, the Thousand Machine Sword resisted the sword light wind blade, the dagger sneak attack, the soul attack, and a set of seconds to kill Yan She.

Before Qi Jiu, who was watching from a distance, could even react, his companion was already dead.

He looked at Yan She's corpse in horror, unable to believe what he was seeing.

At this time, Zhang Yanchen held the Thousand Machine Sword, and his eyes turned to look at him coldly, his indifferent eyes were like looking at a corpse.

Qi Zhen was cold all over his body, and he didn't want to turn around and run away.

"Ate him." Zhang Yanchen looked at Qi Jiu's fleeing figure and said coldly.

A white shadow rushed towards Qi Ji like lightning, and it was so fast that it was in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Qi Zhen only felt that a cold wind was blowing in his face, and a chill rose up on his back, so he instinctively turned and retreated, and saw a huge blood basin with a big mouth coming down.

"Ah......h

A miserable scream sounded in Bailipo, Qi Jiu had been swallowed by Tian Tian in one bite, and the huge beast head became smaller in the blink of an eye, turning back into a white fluffy beast the size of a cat.

Flew back to Zhang Yanchen's side like lightning, jumped on his shoulder, excitedly wagged two tails bigger than his body, and rubbed Zhang Yanchen's face affectionately. Then a small mouth opened, and a gray simple bag spat out.

Zhang Yanchen caught it, wiped the saliva on it, and threw it into the Soul Refining Tower.

Then he also collected the storage bag on Yan She's body, and burned the corpse to ashes with a spiritual fire, and when the wind blew, the residual dust drifted away with the wind, and there was nothing left.

Zhang Yanchen snorted, coughed up a few bits of bloody foam, threw a pill into his mouth, and jumped on a thousand machine swords and flew back to Yin Yang Valley.

At the same time that Yan She and Qi Ji died, in a hall, two soul stones shattered with a bang.

The disciple guarding the soul stone was shocked, his eyes stared at the two broken soul stones for a long time, and then he took the handkerchief and picked them all up, and hurriedly walked out of the hall.

turned two corners and went up to the main hall, and said to Qiu Qianqian: "Master, it's not good." ”

"What?"

"Master, Master, Yan She and Qi Jiu's soul stones...... Shattered. ”

"What?"

Qiu Qianqian's eyes fell on the gravel on the handkerchief, and he frowned in disbelief, and then waved his hand with an angry face, and all the paper inkstone teacups on the desk were scattered on the ground, which frightened the disciple and didn't dare to breathe when he lay on the ground.

Qiu Qianqian stared at the fragments of the soul stone on the ground, Xingxi, very good, very good! With Zhang Yanchen, it is absolutely impossible for a disciple of the fifth layer of Qi cultivation to kill two monks of the tenth layer of Qi cultivation, it must be Xingxi, it must be him......

In the back mountain, in a simple wooden house, two men in yellow and one in white with handsome faces, but their eyebrows showed that they were very surprised.

The man in white shook his head and said strangely: "This little girl's cultivation is not in the foundation building period, she relies on a high-grade magic weapon to resist a blow and still suffers internal injuries, but she can kill a monk who practices qi at the tenth level, this little girl is a little interesting." ”

The man in yellow smiled, "I'm more interested in that demon beast!" ”

"There are always some things in this world that we can't understand, the world is full of fragments, whatever!"

They have been cultivating for thousands of years, and now they are stagnant, what they should be thinking about is how to improve their cultivation, and the strange behavior of a disciple in the Qi cultivation period is just a little curious.

The man in yellow pinched the chess piece, played one, and asked, "When will you leave?" ”

"Let's get some time."

"Not in a hurry?"

"What's the use of being in a hurry?" The man in white touched his chin and dropped a son, blocking Kuroko's way.

"What's going on over there with the Heavenly Demon Son?" The man in yellow frowned, paused and asked.

"Those old immortals in the Demon Dao don't move, but they are estimated to be the first to go ahead of us." There hasn't been any movement on the Demon Gate's side lately, but no one can guess what they're thinking.

"Since a turmoil two thousand years ago, it has been difficult for the monk to advance after practicing the void, and the only way to leave the Shenzhou Continent and go to the Wild Sea is only a legend ......"

The barren sea can speed up the cultivation of monks, and one day they will be able to cross the catastrophe of Mahayana, and as a monk, they must always break through.

It's been a long, long time since there have been monks in the Divine Continent who have crossed the Tribulation and Ascended!

And what kind of fate should they have? Whether it is an unfortunate fate to experience it, or a successful cultivation, a catastrophe and a flight to ascend, who knows the way forward! (To be continued.) )