"Is this a matter of eating and waiting for me? You're so daring! What a good joke!"

Before Yan Ping could speak, a young man of the Yan clan with a face like Fu powder and red lips and white teeth couldn't help but sneer.

He stepped on the bright yellow Zhenqi under his feet, and then he came out of the crowd and flew straight towards Chen Heng, who was sitting on the stone pillar in the center.

This person is called Yan Jia, and his cultivation has reached the first level of foundation building-Qihai Biochemical Realm, and he has both wealth and wealth, and many treasures on his body, so he can be regarded as a combat-powerful person, and he is also good among these people.

Chen Heng is just a Qi practitioner, even if he has the means, in Yan Ping's opinion, it is more than enough to let Yan Jia, a true cultivator who builds the foundation, personally come out to test his success.

It's just that I don't know what kind of means Xie Qin of the Flower God Mansion gave him to save his life, but this must be guarded against......

At this time.

Yan Jia had already entered the Saga's Stone Forest, surrounded by tall stone peaks like swords and halberds, stretching out for miles on the wilderness, dense and strange, treacherous and deep.

The inside of the stone forest is a dark and swarthy piece, coupled with the screaming sound of the cold wind penetrating through the large and small pores, such as resentment and admiration, such as crying and complaining, so that the listener can't help but chill fiercely in the back.

Yan Jia withdrew his gaze from the Saga's stone forest under his feet, his brows were slightly furrowed, and his heart was actually a little frightened, he always felt that there seemed to be countless ghosts hidden in the loneliness below, and he would take advantage of his own carelessness at any time to stretch out his ghost hand and drag himself into the inky black.

He swallowed quietly, and forced himself to suppress the unprovoked panic in his heart.

Thinking that there were a group of clansmen behind him, he touched the secret treasure of the Demon Dao in his sleeve that had been passed down for several generations, and his eyes were also slightly sharp.

"According to the previous agreement, first beat this son half to death, and then sprinkle some moonstones and red river sand on him, and invite the ghosts of the abyss to kill him! That's the end of it!"

Yan Jia said secretly in his heart, and a sneer appeared on his face.

The bright yellow Zhenqi under his feet continued to fly forward for dozens of feet.

After calculating that the distance from Chen Heng was very different, as soon as he raised his neck and opened his mouth, he spit out a crystal pearl the size of a chicken and smashed it towards Chen Heng's front door!

The whole body of the jewel was full of blue light, and it was only spit out by Yan Jia, and it flashed in the air, turning into a dark blue water wave ten zhang long and three zhang wide, like a huge long snake that was moving around the time, very smart.

This "Floating Mirage Bead" made of imitation of the "Mirage Ball" is his proud talisman, which has been refined by Yan Jia himself for more than ten years, sending and receiving it freely, as he likes, and is very handy.

As long as a monk is touched by this wave, he will be stunned by the mirage in the water, dragged into the boundless illusion, fainted and fell to the ground, and could not wake up again.

At that time, he was just a walking corpse, and life and death were in the hands of Yan Jia.

And even though he was a little vigilant, he used Taoist techniques and talismans to protect himself tightly during the fight, and he didn't let the waves come to his body.

Yan Jia also has his own methods.

When this "floating mirage" was destroyed, there was already a wet and empty mist, secretly soaked in the atmosphere, as if it was ordinary moisture.

As long as the cultivator who fights with Yan Jia breathes in these mist between his mouth and nose, and accumulates a little bit of it, the mirage will naturally absorb his spirit and make him fall into the realm of illusion.

This trick is very hidden.

The diffuse mist is colorless and tasteless, and even if you use your spiritual sense to perceive it carefully, you will not notice anything unusual, and it will only make people feel that this is just a disordered spirit that is normally stirred when the talisman is triggered.

Yan Jia is relying on this hand, he has already murdered many monks when he is fighting the Fa, even if he is a monk who is a small realm higher than him, if he is not caught off guard for a while, he will be attacked.

The rolling waves of water roared into the air, shattering many stone pillars that blocked the way, and the smoke and dust rose up, and in an instant, they forced into Chen Heng's body within ten zhang.

"The water vapor seems to be a little different......

Chen Heng frowned slightly, the fifth-layer Taisu jade body of the Xuan Realm had already reborn him, out of the category of ordinary monks, almost comparable to some young innate gods.

As soon as this "floating mirage" was spit out by Yan Jia and turned into a wave of water, his strong physical body made him realize the strange changes in the water vapor in the air, and he quickly closed his breath.

He pointed his hand, and in an instant, the thunder and fire thunderbolt Yuanzhu emitted heavy flames, covering his body, and at the same time, there were red and white thunderbolts spinning and shooting out, and they instantly met the rolling waves.

Boom!

Yan Jia's complexion changed greatly, and he only felt that the power in the thunder was extremely violent, and it was simply beyond the power of man.

Seeing that it was about to be broken alive, it was made in the original form of a "floating mirage".

He hurriedly pinched the law, and with a desperate urge, he swung the water waves again, recovered a lot, and then rumbled across the air again, narrowly stopping the red and white thunder that shot at him.

"What kind of fetal breath is this? It's not the "Ingot Gold True Qi" of the pie!"

In the continuous roar, Yan Jia only blocked a few more times, and gradually could not withstand such an attack, his face was red, and his blood was surging wildly by the force of the anti-shock, and there was already a trace of sweet breath in his throat.

Where did the practitioner come from to do such a thing?

Isn't he already cultivating to true Qi?!

This scene not only made Yan Jia frightened to death, but also made Yan Ping and the others unbelievable, only suspecting that they were caught by some illusion.

When they wanted to hurry to help, suddenly, they saw that on the stone pillar, Chen Heng's body seemed to shake slightly, and the scorching flames emitted by the thunderbolt Yuanzhu also slowly dimmed.

"It's done?! Sure enough, I was caught in my mirage!"

Yan Jia, who was almost alive, was ecstatic.

His hand had already touched the secret treasure of the Demon Dao in his sleeve robe, which had been passed down from family for several generations, and was about to strike a shocking blow.

At this time, he also paused, and then hesitated and shrank back.

He probed cautiously a few more times, and finally laughed in his heart.

This Demon Dao Secret Treasure is called the Blood River Car Treasure Wheel, and it is not easy to refine.

Not only is it easy to be hostile to the people who come to the Xuanmen, but there is a fixed number of them, and if you use it once, you will have one less time.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, and now it is in Yan Jia's hands, at most, it can only be sent four or five more times, and it is just a pile of scrap iron, which can not be used again.

At this time, it is naturally good to save one time, and if you can't say it, you can save your life in the future......

Yan Jia's mind is full of thoughts, but his movements are not slow.

Although this "floating mirage" can also control the spirit of the cultivator by dispersing the water vapor, it is the most direct and effective way to actually attach to the body.

Yan Jiafei came to the front of Chen Heng, who seemed to be crumbling, and set up Zhen Qi to face him.

The waves of water turned by the "floating mirage" were violently sacrificed, wanting to completely destroy the few faint protective fires around him, completely punch the mirage into his body, and drag this person into the boundless illusion!

It was almost when Yan Jiazhi was complacent, and he had just come to Chen Heng's ten zhang.

I saw that the eyes of the man on the stone pillar flashed violently, like two cold lights bursting out, illuminating everything in front of him in detail!

"Not good!"

Yan Jia's heart trembled, and he secretly screamed that it was not good.

In an instant, a blue light flew out of Chen Heng's sleeve, extremely fast!

At this time, with the distance between Yan Jia and Chen Heng, even if he wanted to dodge elsewhere, it was too late.

He felt remorseful, and subconsciously wanted to touch the Demon Dao Secret Treasure in his sleeve.

With a "poof", the waves of water turned by the "floating mirage" were cut away in one go, Yan Jia screamed miserably, and his limbs were cut off by the Qinglu Sword.

"You ......"

He was also tenacious, even if he fell half to death, he still twisted his body and struggled to escape into the distance, but there was still a horror in his eyes.

It was clear that under his spiritual awareness, Chen Heng's qi was disordered, and his blood flow was silent, looking like he was fascinated by mirage.

This is still a conclusion reached after careful exploration.

But how could he deceive himself in front of Chen Heng, but he ......

At this time, he only felt the sound of the wind behind his ears, Yan Jia turned around in fear, and saw Chen Heng Shi Ran reaching out and holding the Blood River Car Treasure Wheel that fell from his sleeve.

As soon as he stretched out his hand again, he took himself over in the air and choked his throat like a chicken. z.br>

"You've just been fascinated by my mirage, how can you be completely fine?"

Seeing the indifferent look in Chen Heng's eyes, Yan Jia was unwilling to struggle and shouted, "You lied to me?!"

"The Blood River Car Treasure Wheel, I've admired the name for a long time, but I didn't expect to meet it here...... If it weren't for it, I wouldn't have done these plays with you."

Chen Heng laughed lightly, and with a slight force of his five fingers, he pinched Yan Jia to death.

This series of actions is swift and incoherent.

Yan Ping and the others saw that Yan Jiafang was still approaching with a smile on his face, and the next moment his limbs were suddenly cut off, fell from mid-air, and fell into Chen Heng's hands.

Seeing that Chen Heng's lips moved slightly, he pinched Yan Jiasheng to death.

This was a very bloody and brutal scene, which made everyone's hearts feel indescribable.

"Seems invincible! I don't care about what I borrowed from ghosts to kill people, let's go together! Kill him together!"

Yan Ping gritted his teeth and shouted, and raised the Bailu magic sword on his waist, rolling a gust of yin wind and turbid mist, and slashed at Chen Heng's skull!

The people of the Yan family around him also used their own means, and for a while, all kinds of light and flames were masterful, and the Dao techniques were all fired, and the talismans swept the air.

Chen Heng only glanced at it, pointed his finger at the Qinglu Sword, and with a stroke of his heart, the flying sword broke through the air several times in succession, blocking all the attacks that came to the kill, like an iron bucket, and the water could not be splashed.

Boom!

The cold light shone bleakly into the sky.

After a few rounds of collision, the Yan family was shocked, and Yan Ping was even more ugly.

The Bailu magic sword he drove was Yan Zhen's matching sword during his lifetime, and its rank was not low, and it was also considered good among the medium-grade talismans.

But the Qinglu Sword in Chen Heng's hand is still above the Bailu Magic Sword.

In the battle just now, the Bai Lu magic sword actually emitted a little spiritual light, making a mournful sound.

"Where did this mud leg get such a terrifying fetal breath, and where did he get this high-quality flying sword?!"

After hurriedly recalling the Bailu magic sword, Yan Ping didn't care about the distress, and he saw a scene that almost shocked him.

"You...... What kind of evil art is this practice? Is it still a human being?"

Yan Ping was shocked and took a few steps back:

"That's not right! You are by no means Chen Heng! Even if that cowardly fool had such magical powers, he would never have such courage! What kind of evil demon did you possess him?!"

His eyes were staring straight ahead, blood in his eyes suddenly bursting out.

Not far away, I saw Chen Heng pressing his hand on the top door of the dead Yan Jia, and the remaining wisps of Zhenqi slowly burrowed into his body from Yan Jia's body.

After dozens of breaths, he lightly let go of his hand, and at this time, Yan Jia's body was already skin and bones, and he couldn't see the appearance before he was born.

"Zhenqi...... With my current fetal breath size, it is not difficult to absorb the remaining True Qi in the body of a Foundation True Cultivator."

Chen Heng only felt that there seemed to be a hot spring rippling between his chest and abdomen, which made his mind feel comfortable and bright.

He took out a white handkerchief from his sleeve, carefully wiped the dust between his palms and fingers, and lowered his head and smiled.

After the death of a cultivator, his spiritual breath will instantly return to heaven and earth, and there is only a few remnants in his body.

This situation has been confirmed by Rong Guotong Gaolu.

However, this Yan Jia is a foundation building monk after all, and his size is far from being comparable to Tong Gaolu, even if it is the remaining True Qi, it also makes Chen Heng feel that he has made slight progress.

"I know very well that this method cannot be easily shown to people, and it cannot be left to live people who see this scene, otherwise one

Once the matter is leaked, it will provoke some people in the Xuanmen to shout and kill......

In the Cave of Enlightenment, I killed many people, several foundation-building monks, but they all endured it again and again, and did not use it."

Chen Heng looked at the Yan family members who were like great enemies, and said softly:

"Now, in such a place where there is no sky and no day, I can finally let go of my hands and feet and do a big job."

"Chen Heng! Thou hast used sorcery indiscriminately...... Aren't you afraid of being punished by heaven?!"

Seeing him smiling, the crowd unconsciously took a step back.

A dark-skinned Yan family member was inward-looking, and shouted loudly.

"Sorcery? Compared to this man's bloody chariot treasure wheel, what kind of evil art am I?"

Chen Heng stretched out his hand and made a move, retracted the Qinglu Sword flying in the air into his sleeve, and slowly stepped forward.

"Also, thank you for using your lives to help me become enlightened, poor Dao please."

He arched his hand slightly, smiled slightly, and together with the fetal breath in his body, he urged the innate great sun divine light to exert all his strength, using this superior dao technique that he only mastered and the most killing ability in his body!

In an instant, I only heard a shock in mid-air, as if a furnace overflowed with heaven and earth!

A curtain of golden fire flew out from behind him, mighty and mighty, and the void was blasted and exploded layer by layer, like a round of sun rumbling down from the middle of the sky, sweeping and sweeping away, annihilating all, dazzling to the extreme, reflecting for miles and miles!

In the blink of an eye, the obstructive means hurriedly issued by the Yan family members were easily swept away like sand.

The figures were easily swept away and burned through like papier-mâché.

As soon as the terrible screams rang out, there was no more silence......

After half a cup of tea.

Chen Heng swept away the relics and corpses of the Yan family, and restored the little fetal breath left in his body.

didn't linger, just took off into the air, and chased in the direction where Yan Ping fled.

This person has already been shot into the body by the innate sun divine light, even if he used a few talisman secret weapons to escape his life, but the flame essence enters the body, and it will definitely not be a few months to live.

didn't see Yan Ping really die in his hands, but Chen Heng was not at ease.

Soon.

Three days have passed.

After some pursuit, Chen Heng didn't know how deep he had gone into the abyss, and then drilled into several caves and abysses.

Finally, he slowly stopped at the top of a hill full of graves and looked ahead.

In the distance, Yan Ping, who was tied to the meat case like a dead pig, had all his limbs removed and nailed to the iron hook.

And around him, it was like a village rushing to a market, with people coming and going, bustling.