"Yang Chen? Hey! You are? Yang Chen's solemn expression frowned, and he stared at Dongfang Zimo in surprise, and found that this person was a late Jindan monk and somewhat familiar.

"That's not right! You are not Senior Brother Yang Chen! Who are you? Dongfang Zimo sensed that the other party was exuding a strong early Yuan Infant aura, and suddenly remembered the words of the Great Elder, and shouted angrily.

"Oh! I remembered that you were the junior brother of this body! Yang Chen grinned and sneered.

"Takeaway!" When Dongfang Zimo heard this, these two words suddenly popped up in his mind, and the strange aura in front of him was probably that the Yuanying Monk had taken away Yang Chen's body, and if he said this, Yang Chen had already fallen a hundred years ago.

Dongfang Zimo's pupils shrank suddenly, and a wave of anger in his body continued to swim throughout his body.

"Zimo." Yaoyu sensed that something was wrong with Dongfang Zimo. Worried called.

"I remember that you have an ancient magic weapon on you, and it just so happens that I still lack a magic weapon in my hand." Yang Chen's eyes fell on Dongfang Zimo's storage bag, and the next moment, his figure disappeared in place in a flash, and he appeared directly in front of Dongfang Zimo and grabbed it with five fingers.

At this moment, a sharp sword flashed by, and Yang Chen retreated in shock, and stared at Dongfang Zimo with a gloomy face.

"What a quick response! Looks like I'm underestimating you! ”

Dongfang Zimo held a Qingyun Sword in his hand, glared at Yang Chen angrily, and then took off into the air and left the flying boat, and at the same time, a messy sword qi burst out.

Yaoyu and Hu Qian knew that they couldn't help much, so in order not to drag Dongfang Zimo down, they deliberately drove the flying boat to a safe place.

Yang Chen looked at the flying sword qi, and waved forward with a golden brush with an expressionless face, and a golden ink-colored light flew out to block all those sword qi.

"Golden Luan Pen!" Dongfang Zimo stared at the golden brush, with mixed feelings in his heart, and then gritted his teeth in anger, and conjured up hundreds of long swords distributed in the air.

Dongfang Zimo patted the storage bag again, several rays of light flew out, the Qiankun umbrella spread in the air, and under a soft bell, a strange wind blew away.

Yang Chen glanced at the Qiankun umbrella with a raised eyebrow, and then sacrificed the golden luan pen to the size of more than ten zhang, blocking all the hundreds of sword qi that were close around him.

But at this moment, Yang Chen suddenly felt a little shaken by the divine thoughts of the golden pen, and suddenly found that the strange wind actually wanted to suck his magic weapon away.

"Humph!" Yang Chen snorted coldly, and an ice-blue long sword appeared in his hand, and with just a slight wave, a cold wind flew out and froze the Qiankun umbrella.

Yang Chen's body disappeared in place in a flash, and the next moment it appeared above Dongfang Zimo, and he sacrificed his long sword and turned into a ray of light that shot straight into the sky.

The air became dark, and there were constant gusts of cold wind, and in an instant, snowflakes fell from the sky.

One of the snowflakes landed on Dongfang Zimo's spiritual light protector, emitting a piercing scratching sound.

Not only that, but it snowed heavily all around the heavens and the earth.

Dongfang Zimo released the wind spirit pipa without thinking, and all the snowflakes in the air were fixed in the air with a plucked string sound.

"What!" Yang Chen stared at Dongfang Zimo's pipa with a stunned face.

Under another melodious string sound, all the snowflakes were completely extinguished.

"If you don't have any other moves, then die!" Dongfang Zimo urged the Qingyun Sword and turned it into a giant sword more than ten zhang long and shot straight out.

"Little Brother Jindan! Ann dares to run rampant! When Yang Chen learned that he was despised, his heart suddenly became furious, and the Yuan Infant aura on his body was released unscrupulously, and with a grasp of the void with his five fingers, a big golden hand appeared out of thin air and grabbed the Qingyun Sword in his hand.

Dongfang Zimo showed a look of surprise, but the mana in his body was one, but he found that he couldn't break free.

Yang Chen smiled proudly, urging the golden hand to squeeze it hard, intending to pinch this Qingyun Sword into scrap iron.

Seeing that the aura of Qingyun Sword became restless, Dongfang Zimo's heart jumped and the secret path was not good, and with one hand, a silver wheel blade flew out, and it became the size of a roulette wheel in the air and slammed into the golden hand.

There was a loud "boom", and the big golden hand completely dissipated under the bombardment of the silver wheel blade.

"I have such a treasure!" Yang Chen not only did not get angry, but stared greedily at Dongfang Zimo with his pupils.

Dongfang Zimo secretly felt a little bad under this look.

I saw Yang Chen suddenly pinching the trick with both hands, and spit out some obscure spells, and at the same time, dark golden spiritual light continued to gush out of his body.

Under a fierce roar, a hundred gods and magic figures condensed from behind Yang Chen.

The Dharma is a demon on one side and a normal face on the other.

"If it weren't for the fact that he didn't have a suitable magic weapon in his hand, he wouldn't have summoned this Dharma Statue to deal with a Jindan monk!" Yang Chen said with some self-deprecation. The divine magic on his body fell towards Dongfang Zimo's body with a hideous face, and at the same time, he raised his giant palm and slapped it down.

That giant palm came in an instant, and if Dongfang Zimo hadn't paid attention to that Dharma Image, I was afraid that it would have been slapped into a meat pie.

Dongfang Zimo felt the threat of that Dharma Minister, and shouted the Qingyun Sword, and a rain of swords fell from the sky.

With a slap of the storage bag, the double-strand sword arc flashed, and a thunderbolt swept out.

In the face of this surging attack, Yang Chen did not panic at all, and with a light and light pinch, the divine magic phase in the sky also pinched the magic seal, and an enchantment composed of countless runes enveloped it in it.

Whether it's a rain of swords or thunder, they're all blocked out of the barrier.

The magic seal in the hand of the god magician changed, and suddenly blasted out, and a magic text suddenly appeared in the void and flew out of thin air.

Those sword rain and thunder strikes had no effect on the demon text, and it was about to explode, when suddenly a dazzling light came out in front of it, and at the same time, a ghost crying wolf howl was transmitted, and the demon text burst directly under a tremble.

"This force!" Yang Chen was shocked, and hurriedly urged the divine magic phase to condense a layer of enchantment in front of him again.

But under the simultaneous slashing of the two sword qis, the enchantment lasted less than a moment before it shattered, and the divine magic phase also turned into a ball of light and dissipated under this powerful impact.

In a hurry, Yang Chen summoned a shield to block in front of him, but he was still shocked and flew out, and the shield was even more distorted.

After Dongfang Zimo cast the Thousand Souls Blade and the Heavenly God Method, he stood in place panting.

After a sweep of his divine sense, he found that the ancient aura was still alive, and just as he was about to swing the Thousand Souls Blade again, a dazzling light suddenly emitted in the distance and disappeared after a moment.

When Dongfang Zimo's divine consciousness swept there again, there was no longer the breath of the Yuanying Cultivator.

"It's a teleportation array!" Dongfang Zimo remembered the vision just now, and shouted angrily.