At that moment just now, death was too close to him, and he was still afraid.

I don't know how long it will take Zhu Yuanning and them to come to them when they feel that something is wrong. However, even if all the people in their group are here, it may not be enough for the person in front of them to practice.

It's just that the other party didn't give him too much chance to rest, and he couldn't hit it with a blow, so he finally paid attention to it, and the body that was originally leaning on the tree also stood up straight:

"The response was not bad. ”

The weapon that had just flown out made a circle in the air and returned to his hand:

"It's a pity that you took something you shouldn't have taken. ”

Well?

Jiang Chen was stunned for a moment.

Things didn't seem to be the same as he had imagined? Took something he shouldn't have taken?

Didn't the other party find him because of the rumors of the "ancestors"?

He really didn't understand the way these people in the immortal cultivation realm did things...... Can't you give him what you have taken......

Jiang Chen's mind was spinning rapidly.

What did you take from the other person? It must be something that is very cherished. What are the things that you don't have a background on?

It's a pity that this mysterious man didn't want to give him a chance to speak, and watched the light in the other party's palm, and a majestic murderous aura gushed out.

Almost instantly, he couldn't see anything in his eyes.

There are no colorful fight scenes of the immortals in the novel, no chanting spells, and no premonitions.

It's just an endless white light, piercing people's reflexive closed eyes, but even if you close your eyes, the light reflected through your eyelids still makes your mind as bright as day.

Immediately after that, those rays of light passed through the body, and the whole person seemed to be burned by flames, as if the spirit in the body was dissipating little by little.

I didn't even see how the other party made a move, and I didn't even know what this spell was called.

It turns out that weak is weak, and when facing the strong, there is no chance to even make a move.

What the protagonist's aura is, it's all a lie.

Jiang Chen felt that he was dead.

His first thought was that the fat man's mulberry leaves couldn't be brought back.

I don't know how long it took, there seemed to be the sound of whirring wind brought by Jing Yu waving his weapon, and the sound of Bachi talking.

In a white light, a circle of gossip diagrams lit up on the back of his right hand, but these slight changes were not obvious, and no one paid attention to them.

The body was getting hotter and hotter, and he was gradually losing consciousness, Jiang Chen unconsciously put his right hand on his forehead.

Up and down his body, only his right hand was as cold as ever, and there was no trace of temperature, but at this time it became his only salvation.

The cacophony in his ears continued, and he pressed his right hand to the center of his eyebrows, and opened his eyes slightly by the hint of coldness.

Vaguely, two people in black and white hats appeared in front of him, as if they were still dragging their red tongues, holding shackles and walking towards him.

Well...... Black and white impermanence came to pick me up, grandma.

White impermanence......

......

...... Wait a minute!?

Ignoring the pain of burns all over his body, Jiang Chen desperately tried to see the scene in front of him.

He seemed to have forgotten one thing, about his patron spirit.

Sure enough, there were two people standing in front of me.

But it wasn't the two figures with high hats he had vaguely seen just now, it was a man in a suit and leather shoes and a woman in a white dress.

Immediately, it was as if a basin of cold water had been poured all over his body, and it instantly turned from scorching heat to trembling.

The right hand placed on his forehead turned into an ice pick, and the biting cold penetrated his mind at once.

An agitator, reflexively opens the eyes. The body was uncontrollable, and the posture that was originally lying on the ground was very weird and straight.

The white light in front of him gradually dissipated.

His eyes widened and he looked forward.

Still in the valley, he didn't know when he was lying on the ground, what he heard just now was not an illusion, and the Jingyu next to him was indeed still fighting.

It's just that there is a pair of figures in black and white clothes somewhere.

Jing Yu's appearance was very strange, his eyes staring straight at the air, and he kept swinging the hammer in his hand somewhere, as if attacking an invisible enemy.

And not far from him, stood the mysterious man...... And eight feet?

They seemed to be saying something, and somehow, the man was completely devoid of the terrible coercion he had just felt, and instead seemed to stand a little reluctantly.

He was at a loss for what he saw, and he wanted to shout and ask what was going on, but he couldn't make a sound.

Jiang Chen was like a bystander, watching his body walk towards the man uncontrollably.

The mysterious man and Eight Feet also noticed his approach. When the man's originally playful eyes fixed on him, he became vigilant and dazed:

"Who are you?"

Jiang Chen wondered, was this asking himself?

Eight Feet looked at him with a very strange look, his back arched, his hair exploded, and he slowly stepped back.

His hands moved uncontrollably.

Just a simple motion, the right hand pushes forward.

But the originally powerful man didn't seem to be able to react at all, and he slapped him in the chest.

In an instant, there was a sudden puff of translucent humanoid smoke in the man's body, which was shocked by his palm and flew out!

The man snorted, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground, and the whole person shrank at a speed visible to the naked eye.

And with his malaise, the voice in his ears suddenly became complicated.

It's like a person suddenly taking off the soundproof earplugs, and it's like a diving person suddenly surfaced.

The sound of the wind, the chirping of beasts, the chirping of birds, and the noise of leaves are all in your ears.

Jing Yu beside him gradually stopped moving, and his expression began to return to clarity and dazedness.

Jiang Chen watched as his right hand pulled out the bladeless dagger and stabbed it towards the man's chest.

"Roar!" At this moment, a strong beast roar sounded!

His eyes turned to the place where the sound came from, and the movements of his hands did not stop, but he unexpectedly found that it was eight feet.

Eight feet stood a few steps behind the mysterious man, and when he saw his movements, he actually flew in front of the man!

Jiang Chen's mind suddenly became clear.

He understood it all.

Seeing that the invisible blade was about to pierce into the body of eight feet.

Somehow, he knew very well in his heart that if this stab fell, it would definitely pierce into the eight-foot body! But the body was still uncontrollable, and he only tried his best to shout:

"Stop!"

Countless birds swept into the sky.

As the voice sounded, he felt like a machine part that had just been electrified, and the sense of electricity from the palm of his hand slowly regained his senses.

Involuntarily breathing heavily, he only felt that the palm just now seemed to consume all his energy, and his heart was beating wildly, and he was about to burst out of his chest.

Jiang Chen lowered his head, not letting the man in front of him see his expression.

No matter what he controlled his body just now, it shocked the man in front of him and made him dare not make a move. He didn't dare to look at each other, just afraid that the other party would find that he was weak again.

It was obviously just a simple palm, but at this time, two trembles, and the legs were so weak that they couldn't stand.

He gritted his teeth.

Jingyu in the distance has regained his clarity, and the hammer and pestle are on the ground, holding tightly with his hands, supporting his body. Just now, he unconsciously used his spiritual power wantonly, but he was excessively depleted without damaging the enemy in the slightest, and at this moment he finally came to his senses, but his eyes fell on Jiang Chen.

To be more precise, it fell on Jiang Chen's right hand.

There, there is a faint gossip shape that is gradually losing its light.

Jiang Chen's dagger stopped in mid-air, Xiao Ba blocked in front of the man, and everyone's stalemate was in place, and no one dared to move easily.

Because he didn't dare to look at each other, Jiang Chen didn't notice that a trace of fierceness flashed in the eyes of the man in front of him.

"Oh no!" Jingyu suddenly shouted.

Jiang Chen raised his head suddenly, but it was too late.

The man, who was only two arm's length away from him, suddenly grabbed the eight feet on the ground and pushed it towards the dagger in Jiang Chen's hand!

He was exhausted, and although he wanted to stop, he was still a step too slow.

Seeing a handful of blood bloom on the kitten's chest!

Obviously, he couldn't see the blade, but he still let the eight-foot limbs shrug down weakly.

"Dangchang!"

The dagger fell to the ground with eight feet.

Somehow, the flame that had been suffocating in his chest finally couldn't be suppressed and exploded in his chest.

Jiang Chen only felt a buzz in his ears, and the few remaining 'spirits' in his body were no longer enough to release any spells, so he didn't hesitate to concentrate all his strength on his fists, and with red eyes, he smashed towards the man in front of him!

It's just that in the end, all the strength is in the air.

The man in front of him just disappeared.