The crane-haired man pointed to the clothes he was wearing, and said to the village chief with a fierce look: "Have you ever seen a dress similar to mine? Don't think that you can deceive me and fool me, your qi is all under my surveillance." At the slightest fluctuation, I'll just snap your neck. ”

After hearing this, the village chief cowered and nodded, but shook his head again.

The crane-haired man frowned, and punched the village chief directly in the chest, and the force was very delicate. There is neither a punch to kill the other party, but an uncontrollable tossing in his hands that can make the other party painful, which can be called life is worse than death. As a demon hunter, there are many ruthless moves that he is familiar with, but most of them are restricted from being used on cultivators. However, these lackeys who belong to the evil cultivators, I am afraid that they can't even be called a handful of human characters, and they can't let his subordinates show mercy. Fang Cai's punch was directly aimed at the village chief's soul. Even if the big demon was hit by such a blow in a completely defenseless situation, he would fall to the ground in pain. Not to mention the village chief who is less than half of the big demon when it comes to the stability of the divine soul.

Seeing the crane-haired man raise his hand again with an indifferent look, the village chief finally compromised and said, "I have indeed seen it, but it is slightly different from what you are wearing now." ”

The crane-haired man then asked, "My senior brother is in the realm of drawing water with a bamboo basket, how could he fall into the way of you rats?"

"When the man came here, he was seriously injured, and I really don't know why. The village chief hugged his stomach and said with a trembling voice. Douda's cold sweat slid down his forehead, but at this moment he didn't care about the spirit, he just wanted to be able to leave a life.

The crane-haired man snorted coldly, and the village chief's life was simply and neatly killed. As for the other party's broken soul, he was also directly dispersed by him, and his body was completely wiped out. He stood up and looked at the sea in the distance, thinking in his heart about what kind of danger it would be to force a cultivator in the realm of drawing water with a bamboo basket to escape with half his life. The sea is truly endless, and there are many dangers lurking in it. Even the people of the Four Great Academies did not dare to say that their own academy masters would definitely be able to suppress everything. After all, the whole world is divided into three parts of land and seven parts of the sea, and what is hidden under this blue is the unknown that has not been explored for hundreds of generations.

Zhuge Chen turned his head at this moment, firstly, because he didn't want to see that miserable scene, and secondly, he was a little uneasy. It's just that he didn't take this to heart, after all, after suppressing the realm and good luck, there are countless dangers, and it's really annoying to worry about them one by one. He only hoped that he could end the affairs in the village quickly and take the ferry to Yunmeng. Seeing that late spring is coming, it is said that the scenery of Yunmeng at this time is extremely beautiful. Even cultivators who have seen thousands of landscapes will also linger.

He sighed, and for no reason remembered Gina, who was far away, and had promised her a long time ago to take her to see the scenery of the world, but he didn't expect to break his promise. With one hand on his cheek, the other hand wraps the flying sword around his fingertips. At this moment, the young man in the Taoist robe was a little bored, and a sword qi swept out and passed through the sea. The protruding rocks in the distance immediately exploded.

"So this trip still has to speed up the process!" Zhuge Chen muttered to himself and stepped off the ferry. But just as he was about to climb down the ladder, he heard the sound of breaking wind and waves behind him. When he turned around, he saw that there was an extra figure on the sea, and behind the other party, there were monstrous waves.

In a few breaths, the uninvited guest had already come to Zhuge Chen, and he punched out, which should be for temptation, so he deliberately reserved his strength. Zhuge Chen faced the enemy with the realm of good luck, and was unexpectedly beaten out, and his body flipped back and forth in the air a few times, and landed on the ground safely.

The person who came was the White Bone Sect Master, at this moment he had returned to the True Dao, although he was not as good as his own peak, but he was confident that this realm, in the face of these calamities his plans were enough. Looking at Zhuge Chen, he said with a smile: "Sure enough, as I expected, they are just some ants who are only worthy of a small fight." It's also a shame that I'm so jealous, thinking that someone who knows the inside story has come to harm me. Boy from the Fortune Realm, I'll give you a chance, tell me, how do you want to die?"

Because of the long stay on the ferry, the man and the villagers were already at the back of the village. The crane-haired man wanted to try to capture the qi left by his senior brother there, but he just said hello to Zhuge Chen, and left without leaving for a moment. Zhuge Chen, who didn't want to move, just kept lying on a big chair, basking in the sun, but he didn't expect to encounter such a bad thing.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at the White Bone Sect Master, and asked softly, "With such a big tone, could it be a saint hidden in the human world?"

The White Bone Sect Master shook his head and said, "At present, it is not counted. But what's wrong with the world now? A junior in the realm of good luck is a saint when he opens his mouth and closes his mouth, what's the matter, is this a goal that you will definitely be able to achieve, or are you only willing to put the saint in your eyes? Could it be that if I am not the best way, I will not be able to kill you?"

After being in the deep mountains for so long, the White Bone Sect Master hadn't spoken to anyone for a long time. Therefore, he didn't mind talking more to Zhuge Chen, and by the way, let this young man who didn't know the height of the sky understand what powerlessness and despair in the face of absolute strength were.

Zhuge Chen laughed: "It turns out that he is just a Zhendao, since this is the case, there is really nothing to be afraid of." You say I'm a good fortune, but in fact, is that really the case?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a muffled snort. At this moment, he lifted his own suppression, stretched out his hand, and narrowly blocked the fist that the White Bone Sect Master had already attacked.

"Bamboo basket water sword cultivation, is it worthy of competing with you?" As Zhuge Chen's voice continued to rise, the peachwood sword behind him had already been included in the mustard seeds. On both sides of his waist, I don't know when the two swords of Sanchen and Jiaozhu have been hung. This is his first battle after becoming a pseudo-bamboo basket, and he is the enemy of Zhendao, and he has no fear in his heart.

He stretched out his hand, gently rubbed his shoulders, and said with a calm face: "If you can come here with such murderous intent at this time, you must be the culprit who made this village so filthy, right? Otherwise...... You can kill yourself directly in front of me, and you won't have to deal with me. How do you look at you, are you reluctant? Then don't blame my men for being ruthless. ”

Not to mention that before he was among the pseudo-bamboo baskets, Zhuge Chen had already killed several Zhen Dao. Now he has more magic skills, and the other party is by no means his opponent. It's a pity that the White Bone Sect Master is only ashamed of his words, first covering the sky with the countless souls manifested by his own qi, and then stepping out, wanting to trample on Zhuge Chen's whole body bones with ghostly means.

It's a pity that under the Haoran sword qi, those dead souls melted like ice and snow met fire, and the scorching sun was re-revealed, shining on the sea. In the midst of the sparkling waves, Zhuge Chen raised his hand and put it on his forehead, and said: "Just this little ability? It's really a shame for you evil cultivators! Look at the mountain peak above your head, how can you stop it!"

The White Bone Sect Master looked up and saw two majestic peaks towering above him. As the cyan sword qi fell, his figure was depressed, and he could only bend down to resist. And the ground under his feet also cracked, and even sank down. He shouted angrily and wanted to stand up forcibly, but under the Kunlun sword, he was more than inferior after all.

But Zhuge Chen didn't let go of his heart, because at some point, the White Bone Sect Master had already escaped and stood behind him.

"You've seen my Bamboo Basket Technique, Ten Thousand Souls, what is there to say?" said the White Bone Sect Master with a smile, a little carried away: "I guess you also know that I'm actually not good at fighting. But if you want your own soul to be immortal, if you want to kill me, it's wishful thinking! Don't waste your efforts in vain, a soul with a bamboo basket to draw water, I've been asking for it for a long time!"