"Damn, you're hard enough. Wasted a good sword of Lao Tzu, it is still so strong. Yan Chen kicked the body protection divine light of the prince of Longling fiercely and scolded fiercely.

The prince of Longling's face turned red, and he really wanted to scold, but because of his identity, he didn't scold on the spot.

Yan Chen dug into his baggage again, and a short sword appeared in his hand again, and the White Frost Fairy saw a black line on his brow when he saw this short sword, which was the short sword given to Yan Chen that day, and it was also a low-grade spirit sword. Picked it up and continued to slash at the body protection divine light of the prince of Longling twice, but there was still no reaction.

Turning his head to look at the White Frost Fairy, he stabbed her twice, under her ugly face. looked at Zhang Shaoyun again, the same is true.

"It's almost so hard, it seems that it's hard to cut it, and if you don't have a better weapon, you can't break it in the morning if you cut it like this. It seems that the Excalibur will be able to hold them for a short time, but it is a pity that such a rich storage bag is a pouch. Yanchen looked at the storage bag on their waist with a look of pity.

"This sword????? I don't know if I can take it, the fluctuations are useless to me now, if I do, they will resume their operations, and I'm afraid I'll be doomed when the time comes.

Can't kill, although the blood of these foundation building masters is very good, I can't kill all of them, I can't expose myself as a vampire, otherwise I will ?????? when the time comes."

The light in Yanchen's eyes flashed, and he looked at their dark faces calmly.

At this moment, the divine sword in the void shook again, those construction masters changed color one after another, the protective divine light was bright for a while, and one after another a ruthless gaze shot towards Yanchen, and the intense killing intent was not concealed at all.

Yan Chen's face became gloomy in an instant, his eyes swept over these people, and without saying a word, he directly picked up the bag of night pearls on the ground, and ran back directly towards the way in, without looking back. The murderous intent of the foundation building monks around them became even stronger, and it seemed that they were about to spew sparks.

Not long after Yanchen ran out, there was a roaring sound from the stone room just now, Yanchen's body was verbose, and he swept towards the door even faster.

It didn't take long for him to see the entrance of the mausoleum appear in front of him, and his eyes showed doubts, but his speed did not slow down, and he continued to sweep forward, and when the wild goose dust was less than a hundred feet away from the exit, a life and death crisis appeared in his heart in an instant.

Yanchen's face changed, and he slammed it, and the bag of night pearls in his hand shook it fiercely.

"Boom ?????"

With a loud bang, a terrifying explosive force rolled towards the goose dust, so that he didn't have time to make a sound, and was directly smashed into the distance.

"Xiao*, where are you still running?" A middle-aged man appeared, at the door, the man had a scar on his forehead, like a hideous centipede that ran through the face under one eye, making him look particularly hideous, especially in the gloomy environment of this mausoleum, it was even more terrifying.

This is exactly one of the monks that Yanchen robbed just now, because his cultivation is only in the middle stage of foundation building, and after Yanchen took the storage bag, he didn't pay much attention, after all, nine-tenths of the monks there are monks at the peak of foundation building, and most of Yanchen's attention is on those who have high cultivation.

At that time, as long as there were no people who were dangerous to him, he didn't pay much attention, so he didn't pay much attention to this middle-aged man. But he didn't expect a loose practice. How can a cultivator be a good person in the middle stage of foundation building? Sometimes, even more ruthless than the foundation building monks of some major sects.

"Tell you, I'm not that easy to handle. Don't worry, I won't let you die so happily, because I'm going to ......" The middle-aged man licked his lips, making people's scalps tingle.

"I'm going to taste your blood, hehe????。 Yanchen was covered in blood, staring at him deadly, unable to move, he now felt pain all over his body, although he felt that his body was recovering quickly, but he still couldn't move in pain

"Haha???? Also, those guys' storage bags are mine.

He didn't even notice that Yan Chen's black blood was flowing back into his body, and he didn't pay attention to the ruthlessness in Yan Chen's eyes. It's no wonder that in his Yan eyes, Yan Chen is just a mortal without any cultivation, and he can pinch ten thousand with one finger.

Just when the man was greedy and proud, when he was about to die, his gloomy eyes suddenly burst out with a strong light, and a spirit sword with a cold light stabbed towards the middle-aged man who was less than a foot away.

"Ah????? , the amount ????"

All this happened in the blink of an eye, and the middle-aged man didn't have time to reflect it, the short spirit sword had already pierced deep into his body.

Peng??????

The wild goose dust was smashed out again, covered in blood, more than the previous time. There was a row of white teeth at the corner of his mouth, and there was no painful expression from the previous time, but there was a sense of superiority, especially the blood left on his body, even the ground was bleeding, but he was still laughing, which made the middle-aged man look like he was cold.

He thought he was already a bloodthirsty person who everyone feared when he saw it, but now he realized that he was wrong, and his mistake was outrageous, feeling the pain of piercing the intestines on his body, and feeling that life was passing.

"Ah?????h The middle-aged man let out a loud roar, doubts, pain, unwillingness, and more disbelief. But he was more of a monk in the middle of foundation building, and he quickly turned into anger.

But after all, he is a master in the middle stage of foundation building, a blood-colored light rose in his right hand, and he pressed it violently towards the short sword, and clicked a few times on several acupuncture points on his body, and the fierce lacquer plate came down, and suddenly a blood-colored red light surrounded him and protected him.

Between a few breaths, the blood-colored body protection light became weaker and weaker, and finally the blood-colored light dimmed and disappeared. The middle-aged man who couldn't stop vomiting blood was exposed, his face was like a dead man, and a pair of eyes stared at the wild goose dust that was bombarded into the distance, full of resentment.

"You ???????" The middle-aged man's eyes were dead, and he couldn't say anything in the end. He's dead. Yanchen secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and only after confirming that the middle-aged man was indeed dead did he send air.

"What's the matter, it's amazing, it's not like it's still dead, but what about the monks in the middle of the foundation building? It's not that Lao Tzu died with a sword bucket. Yan Chen kicked the middle-aged man who was angry at the dead man, revealing his anger, this is whipping the corpse......

At this moment, there was also a burst of spell fluctuations in the distance of the mausoleum passage, and Yan Chen's face changed. didn't care about the heavy injuries on his body, and swept straight out towards the door.

Before leaving, don't forget to take the night pearl closest to you.

Not long after, two old men appeared in front of the middle-aged man's corpse, looking at the corpse on the ground with a gloomy face. "Xue Daoyou was stabbed to death with a sword, and there was no trace of a fight. Impossible, with Xue Daoyou's skill, even a monk in the late stage of foundation building would be a little scared, and it would be impossible for someone to be killed with one blow......"

"Could it be that a stronger monk is coming?"

"It's impossible, you can't see Brother Jiedan at all on weekdays, and Yan Guo is just a monk of Jiedan, they are all famous people, and they won't come in to join us as a group of foundation building monks, besides, Xue Daoyou's wound is a bit like being sneak attacked. ”

"Could it be that the little cub who started robbing our storage bags sneaked up on it?" said this, and the old man gritted his teeth fiercely.

"It's not like, that little cub doesn't have any spiritual power at all, Xue Daoyou is easier to kill him than to kill an ant, what is his ability?"

"That's right, is there still a fierce spirit in front of this tomb*???"

The two old men looked around nervously, and the entrance of the mausoleum not far away looked like a huge mouth full of fangs at night