As soon as Chen San's words fell, the Qingyunmen disciples on the Kunmu Spirit Boat were in a commotion, and an exclamation sounded.

As some disciples who stretched out their hands to point out, they saw a yellow light on the right side of the Kunmu Spirit Boat rapidly sweeping towards the direction of the Spirit Boat, Chen San's heart suddenly sank, and his expression changed slightly.

A disciple of the late stage of enlightenment named Li Sheng in the Qingyun Sect shouted: "Everyone is in the same sect, and there is only one person on the other side, even if it is a powerful foundation building period monk, but there are so many of us, as long as we wait for the same sect that controls the Kunmu Spirit Boat, the rest of the senior brothers will fight back under my command, not to kill the enemy, but to prevent the other party from destroying the spirit boat under their feet, how about it?"

After listening to what Li Sheng said, everyone nodded their heads and promised, even Chen Sanshu.

The disciples who control the flight on the Kunmu Spirit Boat consume about half of their spiritual power and let others control it, and then meditate cross-legged to recover, so that under the reciprocating cycle, the disciples can also maintain more spiritual power in their bodies to cope with the sudden change. In the case of only one Foundation Formation Monk, as long as the remaining nineteen people can meet the interception in an orderly manner, they can exhaust the opponent's spiritual power, and then leave calmly.

As the yellow mang appeared in less than a few breaths, a white mang appeared, and all the Qingyunmen disciples on the Kunmu Lingzhou were all cold in their hearts, Li Sheng hurriedly shouted: "Everyone is in the same door, run away quickly, one person can live for the sect!" After finishing speaking, the magic weapon sneaked under his feet and randomly chose a direction to turn into a retreat and run away.

With Li Sheng's escape, the remaining Qingyunmen disciples also turned into various colors and fled one after another, choosing the direction to break through the sky and leave.

Chen San and the others were also unambiguous, almost flying out at the same time with the remaining disciples, but then Chen San's heart moved, and he returned to the side of the Kunmu Spirit Boat that was no longer driving and floating in the air, pinched the trick, and a green light was pointed out.

The Kunmu Spirit Boat quickly shrank behind Qingmang's submersion into the boat, and in half a breath, it had become the size of a small boat in the river, and was grabbed into a storage bag by Chen Sanyi, turned around and left quickly.

Chen San had already told Yan Qingyu and Ding Zhiyuan when he returned, so the two of them still did not pause and continued to flee quickly, but the two of them in the light looked back and looked at Chen San closely.

A cold snort came out from the yellow light behind everyone, and then a hoarse voice sounded: "The little child in the light period, after meeting the old man, he didn't run away first, but even turned around in front of the old man to retrieve the magic weapon, is it really the old man who is muddy?"

Although it took Chen San to return to ingest the Kunmu Spirit Boat for a short time, he also fell behind the back of everyone, and the yellow light that chased after him took a slight turn, and in the constant abuse of the uncle in Chen San's heart, he chased after Chen San.

Looking at the two rays of light not far in front of him, Chen San, who secretly scolded himself for being greedy, looked at him with a condensed look in his eyes, and fled in a different direction.

Chen San, who turned his head to watch during the flying, couldn't help but say in his mouth, your uncle, the yellow light behind him still did not hesitate to continue to chase after him after he changed directions, but Chen San's heavy heart was a hint of relief.

"Chen San, if Miss Ben doesn't see you after returning to the door, don't come back!!" But Yan Qingyu, who was always turning his head to watch, saw that after Chen San put away the Kunmu Lingzhou and drove it again, they suddenly turned to flee, and the two of them were not stupid people, they immediately understood Chen San's thoughts, Yan Qingyu was anxious and shouted without words, and his voice was very poignant.

Hearing Yan Qingyu's words, Chen San smiled bitterly in his heart and said: "Obediently, my little ancestor, if I fail to return to the sect, young master, I will already be buried in a foreign country at that time, and what can I say about such a foolish dream as not coming back."

Thinking in his heart, Wen Yujian was still unstoppable under Chen San's feet, fleeing at the speed at which Chen San could drive Wen Yujian to escape.

Even though the magic weapon under Chen San's feet was a high-grade wind attribute magic weapon, it was still difficult to exert all the power of Wen Yujian when it fell on Chen San, a disciple in the middle stage of enlightenment, including the flying of the imperial weapon, of course.

Under the close pursuit of the yellow light step by step, it finally approached the range of Chen San's two hundred zhang, and then a pair of copper cymbals flew out of the light, and they rotated up and down to Chen San in no particular order, and the place where the copper cymbals passed brought two piercing sounds of breaking the air.

Chen San, who was always turning his head to watch during the escape, when the other party sacrificed the copper cymbal, the halberd finger swiped back again and again, and the six nearly half zhang long, and the condensed and tangible raging flame blade quickly cut towards the copper cymbal.

Watching Chen San quickly cast six seemingly powerful crimson flame blades, the powerful power that instantly exploded when he intercepted the copper cymbals, an ordinary old man in the yellow light, but a pair of mung bean eyes made him look extremely obscene, far away from the center of the outbreak, he could still feel bursts of scorching heat, a trace of surprise flashed on his face, and then Yin Yin laughed.

The heat wave where the red melting blade slashed the copper cymbals scattered, and the flames churned, and the two copper cymbals roared out with the sound of breaking through the air, although the spiritual light attached to them was dim, there was still enough strength to cut straight towards Chen San

Seeing this scene, Chen San's heart sank, you must know that at the beginning, Chen San had only used six wind scythes that had not done his best to repel Su Ru's two high-grade magic weapons, but now the Red Fusion Blade, which was several times more powerful than the wind scythe, could not intercept the opponent's pair of copper cymbals.

Chen San, who faced the foundation building period monk for the first time, realized that the strength of the foundation building period monk was far from being comparable to that of a disciple of the enlightenment period like himself, even so, Chen San did not give up, patted his waist and took out the jade-inlaid short sword to easily repel a pair of copper cymbals with insufficient remaining strength.

"I didn't expect that the little child who the old man was chasing after for a while had such a method, it seems that he must be the head of a certain sect and a disciple. As long as he takes this son, takes the magic weapon on his body, and then forces him to ask for the magic method he has cultivated, the old man's strength can increase by a few points. The obscene old man sneered, and turned out a bracelet made of unknown spiritual objects without ropes in his hand.

The obscene old man's hand shook, and twelve longan-sized beads on the glittering bracelet burst out, and in an instant, they had already hit Chen San, who had just repelled the cymbals.

Chen San, who had just repelled the cymbals, shrank his pupils, and while he was frightened by the attack speed of the magic weapon, he quickly took out Li Qing's shield to protect his chest, face and other vital places.

Looking at Chen San's repeated responses, a trace of disdain flashed from the obscene old man's eyes, only to see his ten fingers open after his hands clenched into fists, and the twelve beads that hit Chen San's body except for two were still shooting straight away, and the remaining ten were diverging and shifting one by one with the old man's ten-finger posture.

As the two beads hit Li Qingdun and were rebounded back, the remaining ten beads that were divided hit Chen San's limbs one by one, making a dense "poof" and "poof" sound.

With a miserable scream, Chen San couldn't control Wen Yujian in these bead attacks, and fell straight down.

There was a crackling sound of branches snapping from a large tree that was hugged by two people, and a figure fell through the branches and leaves of the giant tree, fell heavily under the shade, and fell to the ground groaning in pain.

After a breath, a yellow light flew to Chen San's several zhang away, and as soon as the light was gone, the obscene old man was startled, and quickly retreated, and at the same time, the twelve beads that had just been recalled in his hand were shot out again.

When the obscene old man was shocked, Chen San quickly turned over from the ground, withdrew Li Qingdun's left hand, took out a red ball of thread from his waist and threw it violently, and when the right hand fell from the air, Wen Yujian, which had been firmly grasped in his hand, loosened and pushed, and the last shot came first, and went straight to the dantian in the chest of the obscene old man.

Because the distance between the two was too close, the twelve beads sacrificed by the obscene old man failed to control the Wen Yujian sacrificed by Chen San in time, looking at the Wen Yujian who was about to reach his body, the obscene old man could only forcibly move his body to the left.

Just like Chen San before, but the obscene old man really screamed, red light burst out, blood rain sprinkled, and a right arm fell shoulder to shoulder.

At this time, Chen San's weeping blood cobwebs had just opened, and they were staggered by twelve beads, and Chen San secretly called out in his heart.

If the weeping cobwebs were too late, twelve beads would be able to cover the obscene old man, and then the old man's life would not be killed or chopped off at his own thought.

Now, after the weeping blood spider web is opened, although the longan-sized beads can easily penetrate the spider web with the thickness of a bull's eye after the mesh is opened, so many beads also hit the spider web rope. Under the practice of the obscene old man's foundation building period, a single bead can also slow down the advance of the cobweb, not to mention a few beads.

Chen San would rather be hit by more than ten beads again and suffer from the severe pain than see this kind of situation.

There was another "poof" and "poof" sound, Chen San, who was hit by the beads in his body, grinned with teeth on his face, looking pained, and his left and right hands moved forward at the same time, and his left hand recalled the weeping blood spider web, and after the halberd fingers were put away, several red melting blades were drawn one after another, and the Wen Yu sword recalled by his right hand turned into a spiritual light and flew out again.

After the obscene old man broke his arm, he still reluctantly retreated, looking at the weeping blood cobwebs that were blocked by the beads, his heart was even more frightened, and a monstrous anger filled it.

The obscene old man with only one arm had a hideous face, and the only remaining left hand took out the copper cymbals again and went to Chen San's sacrifice, and at the same time said angrily in his mouth: "Damn little child, you dare to use tricks to break the old man's arm, then let the old man abolish you first, obtain what the old man wants, and then drain your soul and refine your soul, and after suffering from the abyss purgatory, scatter your soul one by one and let you be annihilated between heaven and earth!"

Chen San's heart sank when he heard this, and a chill rushed straight to his back, the obscene old man's words Chen San was very clear, that was to make him suffer all kinds of pain and even the opportunity to fall into the way of reincarnation must be deprived, all the existence of Chen San disappeared in the heaven and earth, this is definitely a cold nightmare for immortal cultivators!

Wen Yujian was hit back by the copper cymbals that the obscene old man used his whole body spiritual power to sacrifice, and after breaking through nearly ten red melting blades, the copper cymbals retreated with all their strength, but the beads that followed were all hit on Chen San's body and shield who hurriedly took out Li Qingdun.

This time, the bead hit his body, and a crisp bone cracking sound came from the unprotected calf, making Chen San truly realize that the foundation building period monk was incomparably powerful to himself, especially the monk in front of him was more likely to be a foundation building period monk.

With only a pair of bronze cymbals, he broke his own powerful spells that were comparable to those cast continuously by the monks in the early stage of foundation building, and a handful of beads could shatter the flesh and bones of the monks in the late stage of Kaiguang with all his strength, even an ordinary monk in the early stage of foundation building would be killed in an instant under the full attack of the obscene old man, this old man must have killed other sect monks before chasing and killing the remnants of the disciples before he happened to meet himself and others.

Chen San, who was struggling to hold on behind Li Qingdun, couldn't help but think that the pain from the various wounds on his body also frightened him.