Not long after Lu Chen left the valley, he met two vine family worshippers, both of whom were in the late stage of the tribulation.

These two people didn't dare to get too close to Lu Chen, for fear that Lu Chen would sacrifice that sixth-order high-grade spiritual weapon and imprison them.

"Brother Wang, it's the young worshipper of the Shen family!" said the monk surnamed Zhao.

"Brother Zhao, when I was listening to the young family master and Xue Da worship talking just now, I overheard them mentioning that this person has a great opportunity, do you say that we should leave immediately now or intercept and kill this person?" said the monk surnamed Wang.

A trace of fiery color flashed in the eyes of the monk surnamed Wang, and said, "My generation cultivates immortals, if there is no chance, I can only spend my life in mediocrity, once I miss this great opportunity today, I don't know when I will meet it next time, no matter what, I have to give it a try, what do you think, Brother Zhao?"

The monk surnamed Zhao smiled and said, "The hero sees the same thing!"

The monk surnamed Wang shouted to Lu Chen from afar, "Boy, leave the magic weapon and spirit stone on your body, and we will spare your life!"

Lu Chen raised his head, a cold glint flashed in his eyes, these two people seemed to have the intention of killing people and seizing treasures.

A hint of mockery flashed at the corner of Lu Chen's mouth, and he chuckled, "I asked you to keep the magic weapon on your body, are you willing?"

The monk surnamed Zhao was furious when he heard this, and shouted, "Boy, look for death!"

As soon as the words fell, the person's right wrist flipped over, and an extremely small black mark appeared in the palm of his hand.

As soon as this person threw it, the black seal flew into the air, and it was long in the wind, instantly turning into a size of more than 30 zhang, and bursts of ghostly light emitted from it, and it smashed directly towards Lu Chen.

At the moment when the monk surnamed Zhao sacrificed the magic weapon, the monk surnamed Wang had worked with this person for many years, and the cooperation was extremely tacit, almost without the slightest hesitation, he slapped the storage bag with his backhand, and a flying sword flew out.

"Slash!" the man shouted.

Above his head, a huge sword shadow of nearly thirty zhang appeared in an instant.

The black sword shadow slashed down from mid-air with a sound of breaking through the air.

At the moment when the sword shadow fell, Lu Chen waved his right hand, and the Qing Ying Sword rushed forward, shattering the sword shadow in an instant.

At the same time, he sacrificed the Heavenly Xuan Treasure Net.

The black giant seal was instantly shrouded in a large silver net, turned into a body size, and was grabbed by Lu Chen in his hand.

The monk surnamed Zhao rolled with anger in his eyes, it was the most powerful magic weapon on his body.

The monk surnamed Wang on the side was afraid that his magic weapon would also be taken away by Lu Chen, so he hurriedly recalled the flying sword.

The two looked at each other, and their bodies retreated almost at the same time.

"Brother Wang, what now?" said the monk surnamed Zhao with a gloomy face.

"Brother Zhao, let's rush forward together, maybe there is a glimmer of life!" said the monk surnamed Wang.

The monk surnamed Zhao nodded, and then the two of them kicked the ground violently.

The monk surnamed Zhao once again had an extra scimitar in his hand and slashed at Lu Chen.

What this person didn't expect was that the monk surnamed Wang did not rush forward, but swept backwards, and he still didn't understand that the monk surnamed Wang was using himself to block Lu Chen, so as to buy him time to escape.

The monk surnamed Zhao roared angrily, "The surname Wang, you bastard, you can't die well!"

The monk surnamed Wang laughed loudly while retreating sharply, "Brother Zhao, the junior brother is also forced to do so, this time next year, the junior brother should pour you a cup of good wine at your grave!hahahaha!"

When the monk surnamed Zhao heard this, he hated it in his heart, but he was already an arrow on the string, and there was no chance to turn back.

Just haven't waited for him yet

Approaching Lu Chen, there were two purple thunderbolts that slammed directly down on his primordial spirit.

The man snorted, and his body fell to the ground instantly, and soon he was completely out of life.

When the monk surnamed Wang saw this strange scene, his face turned pale with fright, the monk surnamed Zhao was the same as himself, he was in the late stage of the tribulation, and he couldn't block the other party's blow, could it be that the other party was a monk of the Mahayana period.

This person was also decisive, biting the tip of his tongue, spurting out a mouthful of essence blood, and immediately teleported and fled, he knew that he had no second choice at the moment except for blood escape, but he saw his body turn into an afterimage and disappear here in an instant.

This person looked back as he fled, and only after escaping hundreds of miles did he not see Lu Chen chasing after him, so he let out a sigh of relief.

At this moment, this person sensed that there was someone in front of him, and when he looked up, he was shocked to find that the person who came was Lu Chen.

"You!" the monk surnamed Wang was about to speak, but immediately, his spirit collapsed, and his body fell limply to the ground.

With the power of Lu Chen's primordial gods, which is comparable to that of the early stage of Mahayana, it is naturally extremely easy to use the Thunder Pupil Purple Eye Divine Power to kill the monks in the late stage of the Tribulation.

As soon as Lu Chen grabbed his right hand, this person's storage bag immediately fell into his hand, and he said to himself, "Two dead, and fifty-six people!"

After speaking, he took one step at a time, and the figure disappeared again.

The next day, Lu Chen ran into the Fuji family to worship Xue Zhiyong.

"Lu Chen, look where you are fleeing today!" Xue Zhiyong stared at Lu Chen, and finally began to laugh fiercely.

"What is the deep hatred between me and Your Excellency?" Lu Chen frowned slightly.

"My name is Xue Zhiyong, and I am Xu Yue's best friend, you killed him and robbed my sixth-order high-grade spiritual weapon Tianxuan Treasure Net, you said that the hatred between us is not big!" Xue Zhiyong said coldly.

Lu Chen nodded and said, "In that case, Your Excellency can take this magic weapon back with your ability!"

After speaking, his body suddenly moved, and as soon as he raised his hand, a silver bead shot out from his palm.

Xue Zhiyong grabbed the void with his right hand, and suddenly there were many small yellow flags in his hand, and with a shake, a large area of dark yellow light immediately emanated from the flag, enveloping the person's whole body in an instant.

Countless silver filaments of light diffused out from the beads, turning into a huge net and covering Xue Zhiyong.

Xue Zhiyong sneered, and his expression did not show any panic.

To Lu Chen's surprise, this person was not imprisoned by the Tianxuan Treasure Net.

This person smiled proudly, "Lu Chen, you didn't expect it, this small flag is specially designed to restrain the Tianxuan Treasure Net. ”

After speaking, this person opened his mouth and spit out a dark green fireball, at the same time, I saw him bite his finger and spew out a large mouthful of essence blood, after absorbing the blood, the color of the flame instantly changed to half dark green and half blood red, and a crackling sound sounded, emitting endless high temperature.

The man quickly pinched the trick and made a handprint.

"Tianming ghost fire!go!" Xue Zhiyong shouted.

The flame immediately wriggled strangely, and almost in the blink of an eye, it flew in front of Lu Chen.

Lu Chen stood in place, his expression was as usual, only to see him step out, raise his right hand, and point towards the void, and a small ball of purple flame suddenly appeared on the tip of his index finger.

Seeing this, Xue Zhiyong showed a trace of disdain in his eyes.

At this moment, countless flames erupted from this purple flame, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of zhang turned into a sea of purple flames, and the flames rolled, reflecting a purple radius of dozens of miles.

Purple Flame Finger!

With one finger, the Heavenly Ghost Fire immediately collapsed and collapsed.

Xue Zhiyong's eyes widened, revealed

The look of disbelief, and the next scene made his heart tremble.

I saw that those Tianming ghost fires that had collapsed into countless tiny flames were actually pulled by the power of the flame law contained in the purple flame fingers, and all of them were absorbed by the purple sea of fire.

Suddenly, this sea of fire turned into three colors: purple, green, and red.

Xue Zhiyong immediately retreated frantically, he was really scared, he couldn't have imagined that his flame, which was enough to kill the late-stage cultivators, was actually absorbed by the other party lightly, how could he not be afraid!

Xue Zhiyong gritted his teeth, threw a trace of distraction into the Xuanhuang Banner, and then threw it at Lu Chen, not only that, all the magic weapons on his body were sacrificed by him, and in the blink of an eye, hundreds of magic weapons shot towards Lu Chen.

At this moment, hatred has occupied all of Xue Zhiyong's mind, as long as he can kill Lu Chen, even if all the magic weapons are destroyed, he will not hesitate to do so.

Xue Zhiyong's eyes flickered, and he spit out the word "explosion", these hundreds of magic weapons emitted a different light, and immediately exploded.

"Boom!" "Boom!" "Boom!"

So many magic weapons exploded by themselves, and the power generated was endless, forming a violent and abnormal wave of spiritual power.

Lu Chen's expression was as usual, his hands kept pinching, and in the blink of an eye, there were nearly 10,000 prohibitions all around him.

As soon as the impact of the self-explosion spread to Lu Chen, it was absorbed by an invisible force contained in these countless prohibitions, and after a moment, these prohibitions shattered one after another.

Xue Zhiyong's eyes were about to split, so he couldn't even hurt Lu Chen, and at this moment, he himself was shocked by the powerful impact generated by the magic weapon's self-explosion and flew hundreds of zhang away, his body was shocked, and his mouth spat blood.

Without the slightest hesitation, this person's body moved, desperate and frantically fleeing, in his opinion, only by finding the rest of the Fuji family, it is possible to come back to Lu Chen again to take revenge.

Lu Chen coldly glanced at Xue Zhiyong, who was in a hurry, took out the Ice and Fire Divine Dragon Cover from the storage ring, and injected a spiritual power into the magic weapon, and two light clusters instantly flew out of the spirit cover, one white and one red.

The two light clusters rapidly grew larger in mid-air, condensing into an ice dragon and a fire dragon respectively.

The Ice and Fire Dragons roared at the same time, roaring towards Xue Zhiyong.

Xue Zhiyong looked back, his eyes showed a look of despair, at this moment he was injured a lot, and all the magic weapons were exhausted, so he couldn't resist the attack of the two dragons at all.

As soon as he thought of this, this person frantically burned essence blood, condensing hundreds of layers of defensive light shields behind him.

It's just that he underestimated the power of the Ice and Fire God Dragon Cover, and these light curtains immediately shattered under the sudden impact of the Ice and Fire Dragons.

The two giant dragons raised their front paws, and with a grab, this person's body instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.

Xue Zhiyong's Yuan Shen just wanted to escape, but Lu Chen didn't give him this opportunity, at the moment of his crazy flight, Lu Chen's right hand pointed forward, and a black cloud flew out of his sleeve.

The overwhelming ink beetle split into two at lightning speed, half of the ink beetle sucked all the blood mist that exploded from Xue Zhiyong's body into his body, and the other half of the ink beetle sucked this person's primordial spirit dry in an instant.

After a few breaths, Lu Chen's face showed a look of surprise, and under the mental communication between him and the ink beetles, they could actually suck the flesh and blood of the monk to strengthen themselves.

Lu Chen sighed towards the place where Xue Zhiyong fell, between them, there was no right or wrong.

Lu Chen took a deep breath, he must seize all the time to improve his cultivation, the cultivation of the immortal realm is the weak, the slightest carelessness will end up like Xue Zhiyong.