"Fuck you~~~"

Liu Hong's face was ashen, he never expected his opponent to be so powerful, no wonder he looked at him as if he was looking at a dead man.

But he didn't have much fear, and still scolded.

Secretly screaming that it was not good, Xu Wen's mana burst out, went straight down his cervical vertebrae, and began to block his meridians and acupoints.

But two blades rushed out from Liu Hong's shoulders, circled around his neck, and slashed down.

The Xuantie magic sword was picked up, and a blade flew away, but the other piece was too late anyway, and it slashed at Liu Hong's neck.

Blood gushed wildly, and the huge head fell to the ground.

As an evil cultivator who kills people and robs treasures, Liu Hong has long looked down on life, and does not take other people's lives seriously, nor does he take his own lives seriously.

He asked himself that it was impossible to escape from Xu Wen's hands, and he never wanted to betray the last of his clansmen, and he didn't want to be tortured and questioned, so he simply cut himself off.

These two blades were hidden in his shoulder blades, which were originally a killer weapon for attacking the enemy, but now they became his own talismans.

"Something that kills a thousand knives!"

Looking at his head that was still open-eyed, Xu Wen scolded in a low voice.

Packed up the loot and turned to leave.

A quarter of an hour later, Liu Minghe and Chu Yin, who were sitting among the ruins and broken tiles, found that the fog not far away was disturbed, and Xu Wen strode in without sadness or joy.

"It's over?"

Liu Minghe hurriedly stood up and asked loudly.

"It's over!"

Nodding, Xu Wen replied lightly, as if he had just crushed an ant.

Looking at Xu Wen a few times, Chu Yin and Liu Minghe couldn't hide their surprise and admiration in their eyes.

They weren't worried that Xu Wen wouldn't be able to beat each other, they had taken a few adventures, and Xu Wen's skills were obvious to everyone, but they didn't expect it to be so fast and so sharp.

In less than an hour, Xu Wen found and killed the other party, and there was not even a trace of scratch on his body.

Liu Hong is not a weak chicken who can't be put on the table, but a mid-stage Qi refining monk who kills people and grabs treasures.

Unconsciously, Xu Wen, who was originally inconspicuous, had caught up with or even far surpassed them.

"There is something to trouble the two senior brothers, help me inquire about someone!"

Looking at Chu Yin and Liu Minghe, an idea suddenly popped up, Xu Wen raised his hand and swiped continuously, and Lao Du's appearance slowly appeared in the air:

"This person's name is Lao Du, and he used to hang out in the ghost market near Shiban Street, doing some gambling stones......

Knowing that this person was the culprit of today's incident, both of them nodded heavily.

Chu Yin has a wide range of friends, and people from three religions and nine streams know each other, Liu Minghe has joined the Liu family, and he is considered half a native, and their ability to find people is definitely far better than Xu Wen.

As they were talking, the next moment, the three of them suddenly changed their faces and raised their heads in unison.

The mist of the West Mountain, which had rarely moved, suddenly began to flow, surging from all directions to the middle.

Everywhere he went, everything vanished, as if swallowed by a beast hiding within.

"Don't panic, brake quietly!"

Having seen the disappearance of the endless end, Xu Wen is much more experienced than Chu Yin and the others.

The three of them took out the magic weapon together, stood with their backs to each other, and waited quietly.

The speed of the mist was extremely fast, and it rushed near the three of them in an instant, completely submerging them.

Everything began to tremble and shake, and the earth seemed to dance, making the three of them unsteady and staggered on their feet.

Countless light and shadow pictures passed in front of me, small squares shrouded in mist, many figures who knew or didn't know.

The next moment, Xu Wen's eyes suddenly widened and he looked at a mist.

In a phantom array with no earth, only many clouds and qi, a strange ink-colored flower grew on a cloud.

The strong wind howled around him, but as soon as it approached it, it became extremely supple.

At the first glance of it, in the mysterious space where the five-color pillar of light was located, the Yin Yang Five Elements Fish, which was constantly dancing happily between the five-color plants, suddenly chirped and let out a giant whale-like roar.

The blue and red pillars of light radiated bright brilliance in unison, as if they were converging together.

After taking the Yin Yang Five Elements Fish, there has never been such a vision, obviously, that ink-colored flower is the spiritual creature that urges the Yin Yang Five Elements Fish.

Thinking that he could change the spiritual root from 24 points to 48 points, even if it was nine deaths, Xu Wen had to break through.

The light and shadow flew in front of him, and between the lightning and flint, he suddenly jumped and rushed towards the illusion.

"Xu asked!"

Two exclamations rang out behind him, but they quickly disappeared into the wind.

Countless images whizzed in front of him, and there were even exclamations close at hand, and the phantom array full of clouds was getting closer and closer.

The next moment, the surroundings suddenly turned white, and he fell on top of a white cloud.

The cloud qi looked vain, but it was actually very tough, and it only sank a little bit to support his body.

In the distance, surrounded by countless winds, a spiritual flower emitting a strange ink light was blooming in full bloom.

Urging the Cloud Boots, Xu Wen was about to rush over, but the fog came faster, swarming from all directions, and his vision became hazy and blurry again.

"No!"

With an angry roar, the thing of enlightenment was in front of him, but he missed it, how could he endure it.

But the speed of the mist was far beyond imagination, and in just an instant, the phantom array flew by, and there was no trace of it again.

After settling down, Xu Wen quickly forced himself to endure it.

According to the characteristics of the Xishan Ruins, he has already entered that secret realm, and as long as he comes back next time, there is still a high chance of entering there again.

Thinking of this, the irritable and angry heart settled down a little.

The mist moved faster and faster, and countless phantoms passed in front of me, I am afraid that there were not thousands.

Xu Wen couldn't tell whether he was moving or the phantom was moving.

In the rapid changes, the passage of time became much more blurred, and I don't know how long it took, countless phantoms suddenly disappeared, and the verdant green rushed to the face.

Xu Wen instinctively urged to step on the cloud boots, and flew up, the blue light of the Xuantie magic sword skyrocketed, and three swords were sent out in each direction.

With a "bang", he stepped heavily on the ground, and rushed forward several feet uncontrollably, like a speeding train, unable to stop for a while.

It was safe all around, no one was attacking him, but it wasn't like no one was there.

In the field of vision, people swept out of the void in all directions, screaming and roaring and crashing to the ground, making one loud bang after another.

After a little observation, Xu Wen found that this was actually a Hengjue Mountain Range.

I don't know what happened in the ruins of the West Mountain, but I drove everyone out in one go.

The next moment, an extremely strong aura came from the air, and a figure rushed out like lightning and slammed into a small hill.

There was a loud "boom", and the small hill was flattened in half on the spot.

At the same time, other foundation-building monks rushed out from all directions, and they all fell to the ground in embarrassment.

(End of chapter)