Chen San's figure rushed out of Zhangxu, a circle of two fingers thick, two zhang long, covered with a finger length of short spikes of the silver rope glowed, in Chen San's previous position appeared, after a circle failed to make a contribution, and then the silver rope faint spirit shook a few times, and then disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

Chen San, who was rushing forward, quickly turned his head and glanced behind him, and immediately his cold hair stood on end, and he couldn't help but shiver.

Although he knew that the spikes on the strange silver rope were most likely of little effect on himself, and the role of the silver rope was mostly used to restrain himself, Chen San couldn't help but flash in his heart that after a young man was bound by a circle of rattans covered with long spikes, the blood holes all over his body, and the screams of hoarseness, couldn't help but tremble again.

Uncle, if I meet the monk who refines such a vicious treasure, I will tie this man with this rope for seven days and seven nights, so that he can understand the disgusting feeling of his treasure.

Secretly cursing the monk who refined this treasure in his heart, Chen San was also quickly thinking about the next direction of travel.

Left and right, as well as the front and rear, must not work, landing is down, then only up.

As soon as Chen San made up his mind, when Fang wanted to urge the spirit under his feet to change direction, a piercing cold came from above.

As soon as Fang Fang felt this coldness, Chen San, who immediately felt as if he was in the abyss of the underworld, immediately changed his expression, and the spirit under his feet was urgent, and his body remained the same and rushed forward without hesitation.

When Chen San could no longer feel the cold, he had already swept in front of the embers that had not yet dissipated.

Chen San turned his head to look back, and what caught his eyes was thousands of black flames the size of sea bowls in the sky above pouring down like rain, the black flames were extremely fast, and the shadows drawn in the night sky formed a huge black pillar that hung down to the mountains and forests below.

The black flame ignited when it hit the ground, whether it was flowers and trees, or whether it was solid rocks and wet soil, all of them were burned into a pile of black ash by the black flame, and dispersed with the fierce mountain wind.

Chen San turned his head and looked at it, and he had already reached the place where the black flame landed below, and there was nothing left, and the black flame on the ground was sinking rapidly, forming a huge shallow pit a foot deep, and it was deepening rapidly.

In this short period of time, Chen San only felt cold sweat trickling down his back, and in an instant, his back shirt was already soaked, and his right chest was beating wildly.

Chen San had seen this kind of scene once before, and he knew that the black flame wielded by the magic weapon of the small white flag of the Yinshan Sect was very powerful, especially after it was attached and burned, even the Spirit Concealment Howling Wind Array, one of the means of the Ling Yin Sect's suppression faction, could not sweep it away from the spirit cover in the slightest, but could only weaken it.

In the face of such a powerful black flame, Chen San didn't dare to have too much expectations for his invulnerable body, as soon as he was stained, he asked himself that even if he didn't die, he had to remove a layer of skin and flesh.

After Chen San held it in his hand, he found that this treasure required special exercises to drive the maximum power, and it was thought that it was a magic weapon specially created for the exercises of the Lingyin School.

And without practicing much of the Lingyin Sect exercises, Chen San took the Wanhua Divine Soul Qin into his hand and didn't discover this until after the sacrifice came out, but with Chen San's abnormal spiritual power output, he could barely drive some of the power of this treasure, which was okay to bully ordinary disciples, but not for the high-level of the two sects, so the Wanhua Soul Qin was only used once in Chen San's hands and then put it away.

Guan Xing in the distance didn't know Chen San's situation, and he was very happy to see that Chen San had such a power as soon as he made a move, and later saw that Chen San didn't need to put it away, and he felt strange in his heart.

Later, after thinking about it carefully, he realized that he had trusted Chen San's god, and thought that the Ten Thousand Flowers Dementor Qin could exert its greatest power in his hands, so he did not make an extra move to explain to Chen San that this treasure needed special exercises to be activated.

Just when Chen San turned his head to the governor, suddenly the blazing embers not far in front of him were like a sharp blade passing through the paper, silently divided into two, and then Chen San only felt a cold chill in his lower abdomen, and then his lower body was no longer felt.

Chen San slowly looked down, and in the midst of the blood light, a stump with two legs dragged a little organ straight down to the mountains and forests below, sprinkling a fluffy blood mist in the strong wind of hunting.

As the stump fell, a huge pain beyond words surged to Chen San Sihai, Chen San only felt Sihai shocked, and the whole person almost couldn't hold on and fell down, and from the waist where there was a huge pain, the bright red and jumping organs also squeezed out of the chest cavity and sprinkled a rain of blood, hanging into a long section, hanging under Chen San's body with only half of his body left.

As soon as the force of these organs drooped, another huge pain spread to Sihai, and another wave of dizziness surged in, Chen San bit the tip of his tongue fiercely, so that he would not faint after the second huge pain attacked.

However, at this time, Chen Sanye's facial features were distorted, his face was extremely pale, and his dull eyes began to spread.

Waist beheading torture, Chen San has seen it, but he didn't expect it to fall on him today, heartbreaking, Chen San heard it, and he didn't think that he would be able to experience it today. Bashan Academy

These two kinds of inhuman pain fell on Chen San, if the ordinary monk had already fainted to death, if it weren't for Chen San's perennial melting of earth spirit objects, and he often suffered all kinds of intense pain that ordinary people could not understand, Chen San would have fainted as early as the first great pain.

If it weren't for the strong enemy in front of him, Chen San would rather faint immediately than bear the pain that is extremely painful and makes people collapse at any time.

At some point, the surroundings began to become unusually silent, except for the occasional wind and hunting howling, there was no idle sound, and even the abnormal noise of insects and beasts in the mountains and forests had not been heard.

The afterglow of the shattering explosion gradually dissipated, and the starless and moonless night sky gradually returned from bright and bright to boundless darkness, returning to the original appearance of the night sky.

Among them, there was only one exception, in addition to the sound of hunting wind in heaven and earth, there was also the sound of a man's wheezing, the wheezing was extremely heavy, and every blow was like a bellows pulling, extremely difficult.

The man who was about to die between his breaths, his hands were full of energy, like the polar stars in the sky, bright and unforgiving, and he was pulling the remaining upper half of his body one by one, and from the wound that broke from his waist, he slowly stuffed the falling bright red organ back into his chest little by little.

The man pulled very slowly, even so, every time the man pulled, his body would tremble slightly, and while the hideous facial features on his face writhed, sweat fell like rain, hanging down from the tip of his nose and chin like a thread.

Ten black shadows silently surrounded the man, although it was difficult to distinguish objects in the dark, the man could still clearly see the two leaders among them, an old man with a white beard and a slightly thin face, and a Taoist wearing a purple Taoist robe with a pointed face.

The two looked at the man silently, and in addition to the joy on their faces, there was also deep jealousy and admiration.

Not only these two people, but the eight people next to the two of them also looked the same, silently staring at the man in front of them.

After a long time, the man pulled back the last piece of organ and stuffed it into his chest, wiped his hands down his waist, and at the same time, a layer of spiritual light blocked the wound, and a layer of gray and white material quickly seeped out from the skin around his waist, completely covering the spiritual light under his waist, and then solidified.

After doing all this, the man's twisted and hideous facial features slowly stretched, and his rapid and heavy breathing gradually subsided.

Suddenly, the man who looked down at his lower body raised his head suddenly, and a mouthful of white teeth with slightly red blood stains were bitten by him "squeak" and "squeak", and a pair of blood-red eyes like a demon beast forced to a dead end stared at the old man with white hair in front of him, as well as a black and red war knife in the old man's hand.

As soon as Liu Deren met the eyes of the man in front of him, his figure immediately retreated slightly, and only after being one position behind the Daogen who came side by side with him did he stop, and said in a deep voice: "Chen Li, the success or failure of today's battle between the three sects has been decided, if you don't want all the people of the Lingyin Sect to give you a funeral, just hand over all your secret methods, and then dissolve the Lingyin Sect, I, Liu Deren, can be the director and leave by all the disciples of the Lingyin Sect." Of course, the high-level leaders of the Lingyin Sect, including you, will judge themselves in front of me, and I can't leave a big trouble. ”

At this time, seeing that Chen San was seriously injured, the monks of the Three Sects had already automatically stopped and retreated, gathering into a clear tripartite in the air, silently watching Chen San's every move.

The scattered cultivators outside the battle circle, like the monks of the Three Sects, stared at the crippled elders of the Spirit Hidden Sect in the air silently, their eyes were momentary, as if they were afraid that they had missed something.

For this extremely strong cultivator who was seriously injured, not only the Lingyin Sect, but also the disciples of the two sects of the Yinshan Sect and the Moon-Occult Sect, they also looked at Chen San with deep awe in their eyes, and they were in awe of the extremely strong one.

After listening to Liu Deren's words, many disciples of the Lingyin Sect lowered their heads slightly, their eyes rolled in succession, as if they were quickly thinking about the truth of the other party's words, but more disciples were full of grief and hatred in their eyes, and their fists were clenched, as if they were about to step forward at any time to fight for life and death.

When everyone waited to see how Chen San would answer, thousands of feet in the air, the wind was like a knife, which could cut flesh and blood, and a man in a cyan Confucian shirt stood with his hands in his hands, lowering his head and looking down, his eyes flashing with approval from time to time.

The man in the Confucian shirt was the person who had previously pressed the feminine man on the mountain and pressed him into the deep pit, and at some point, he had already come to a thousand feet in the sky.

Although the high-altitude wind was strong, it was like a willow breeze, and it could only gently lift the truncated hem of the man in the Confucian shirt, and behind the man in the Confucian shirt, the ball of light of the three people was slightly floating and sinking.

The light ball was not visible, and it was blurred a little farther away, and when it approached the light ball, it was faintly visible that there were three women trapped inside the translucent ball of light.

The makeup on the faces of the three women is light, and it is still difficult to hide their stunning posture, and they are wearing different clothes, without exception, they are all bound to their postures to be rich and attractive.

What is disappointing is that the three women's slightly complaining jade faces should be extremely pitiful, but the man in the Confucian shirt seems to have a heavenly immortal below, and he doesn't pay any attention to the three poor beauties behind him.