In Fang Zhengyuan's mind, Chen San's divine power was so powerful, and the dantian spiritual power reserves in his body were much more than those of monks of the same level, which was also normal.

However, Chen San, who had cast more than 100 Red Melting Blades, calculated by Fang Zhengyuan, that the spiritual power of the dantian in Chen San's body had already reached the spiritual power reserves in the body of the monk in the early stage of foundation building.

Not only that, there is still the strength to continue to attack his own Chen San, Fang Zhengyuan really doesn't dare to casually determine the bottom line of the spiritual power in Chen San's body.

"Boom"

Unable to dodge, another Red Melting Fierce Blade slashed on the high mountain phantom, and Fang Zhengyuan hurriedly injected spiritual power into his palm to stabilize the violent shock of the spirit cover.

The more time passed, the more flustered Fang Zhengyuan became, but he didn't know how to reverse it, and when he was contemplating and thinking about countermeasures, he was caught up by a red melting blade.

In the rapid shaking of his body, Fang Zhengyuan sighed helplessly, stabilized the spirit cover, and put his mind back on dodging Chen San's spell.

In addition to Chen San's magical powers, his ability to manipulate treasures is not weak, and the cultivation of the Great Perfection in the late stage of enlightenment can use the power of treasures that can only be used in the early stage of foundation building, coupled with continuous magic pursuit, so that Fang Zhengyuan can be left and right, so that he can rely on the Wen Yu sword under his feet to be tightly embellished behind Fang Zhengyuan, so that Fang Zhengyuan wants to narrow the distance, and he can't be bombarded by a few red melting blades.

One hundred and fifty words, Fang Zhengyuan thought bitterly.

In Chen San's one hundred and fifty Red Melting Blades, Fang Zhengyuan Jing had already eaten thirty of them.

Casting a magic weapon-level treasure is extremely spiritually consuming, let alone this kind of spiritual shield magic weapon that is carried at all times.

In Fang Zhengyuan's previous battle with Mo Zhiji, the two pillars of blue light in the Blue Rainbow Bottle of Light had consumed a lot of spiritual power, and now he had a magic weapon spirit cover for a long time, and he also resisted the bombardment of Chen San's spell, and the spiritual power in his body was only less than one-third of his peak state.

Especially the Red Melting Blade that resisted Chen San, this kind of flame blade technique, Fang Zhengyuan had to pay three to four times the spiritual power required to cast the flame blade to maintain the spiritual power consumption of the spirit shield every time he endured it.

In this way, Chen San cast five Red Melting Blades, and only then did one of them slash on Fang Zhengyuan's spiritual cover, it seemed that Chen San's spiritual power consumption was much more than that of the other party, but in fact, Chen San's spiritual power consumption was only about fifty percent more than that of the other party.

In Fang Zhengyuan's plan, even if Chen San consumed as much spiritual power as himself at the same time, he didn't care.

How strong is the spiritual power of a monk in the Enlightenment Period, which can be compared to a monk in the late stage of foundation building? This thought, Fang Zhengyuan didn't know when he had been thrown out of the clouds.

After thinking about the gains and losses quickly, Fang Zhengyuan reluctantly found that if he couldn't really exhaust Chen San's spiritual power, then he could only turn around and fight desperately after his spiritual power was consumed to the bottom line.

However, everything in the world is not as people want, and Fang Zhengyuan, who was disappointed in everything, suddenly turned his head and looked at the two shadows of more than 300 zhang to the right.

"Ahh

A terrible scream came out of the mouth of one of the shadows, and swept into the hearts of all the Yanglong Sect members in the field, and they couldn't help but pause in their hands and turned their heads to look.

What caught his eye was a jet-black skull, the massive jaw of the skull had just closed, and blood splattered from between its teeth as two stumps fell from its side downward.

The stump is the body part of a human monk, with only the legs and a small part of the lower abdomen glued together, and the skull, arms, and a small part of the ribcage.

In the rain of blood, the dead monk's face looked like oil smoke, and the other half of his black and shiny face was full of flesh, and his eyes were still open, and he looked like he couldn't look at it.

"Uncle Zhou......" A young female monk of the Yanglong Sect couldn't help but pause at her feet, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked at Zhou Yuan, who only had two stumps left.

The seven-headed blood-eroded skull that had been clinging to the back of these Yanglong sect sects, and when they saw that the meat that couldn't be chased stopped by themselves, the heart that was still a little wise suddenly became excited, and the whining in their mouths couldn't help but hurry a little.

"Senior Sister Hu, be careful!" Seeing this, a male monk of the Yanglong Sect turned around with a soft shout, came to the young female monk's side, grabbed her forearm and turned around to chase after the front of the same door.

"Senior Sister Hu, let's go!"

Suddenly, the male monk who was tugging on the forearm of the young female monk of the Yanglong Sect forcefully threw the female monk forward, and then turned around and turned into a few phantoms with both hands, forming a complex seal of Taoism.

As soon as the seal in his hand stopped, the male monk's body was already covered with nearly 100 golden beads the size of longan.

The hands that still held the last seal on his chest were untied, and the spiritual light in his palm burst out and pushed forward, and the golden bead in front of the male monk seemed to be under the power of a thousand jun, and nearly a hundred golden rays shot out, straight to a white practice not far ahead.

This Bai Lian, who appeared at some point, shot in the face of the torrential rain of golden rays, like a spiritual snake in the water, light and agile, and walked forward freely, crossed the heavy golden rays, and appeared in front of the male monk.

The treasure under the male monk's feet was full of spirit, and his body hurriedly moved sideways, trying to avoid this strange and dangerous Bai Lian.

However, Bai Lian, who could easily cross the heavy gold beads, could not be avoided by a random sideways movement of the male monk. There is no mistake

Seeing that Bai Lian was about to pass by the male monk, when the male monk exhaled lightly in his heart, he suddenly turned around, crossed an arc, and in the male monk's frightened gaze, it sank into the male monk's chest.

As soon as Bai Lian Fang didn't enter, the male monk's body was stunned, and a layer of hoarfrost on the surface of the skin on his body quickly appeared.

The crystal white snow and frost dispersed for a while, and the monk's stiff body could no longer control itself, and he turned over from the treasure he was in control of.

"Senior Brother Duan......"

The young female monk who was thrown out by the male monk looked back and saw this scene, and just after she exclaimed, she was dizzy in the sea of thoughts, and she couldn't control the treasure under her feet, so she turned over and planted it like the male monk.

As soon as the young monk exclaimed, the seven-headed blood-eroded bone skull also arrived at the same time, and the huge black hole mouth was opened towards the immobile male monk.

In the midst of the rain of blood, the male monk, who was quickly divided into pieces of different sizes by a head of eroded bloody bones, came into the eyes of the young female monk.

One blow after another followed, and the heartbroken young friar finally lost control of her mind and followed the male friar.

The blood-eroded bone skull that quickly swallowed the flesh in her mouth did not slow down in the slightest, and the huge mouth of the bloodstained mouth caught up with the young monk who was falling quickly......

There was a bang in front of Lin Rufeng and Wu Yue, and after destroying all the nearly 100 gold beads that the male monk had called, their bodies moved, revealing the white frost orchid that had been untied in their hands behind them.

Bai Shuanglan, who was covered with a masked white veil, said a crisp and cold voice from the veil: "Little sister is fine, let's go." After finishing speaking, his figure flashed, and he passed the two of them and chased after the remnants of the Yanglong Sect.

Lin Rufeng and Wu Yue glanced at each other, and they both saw a trace of bitter smile in each other's eyes, and their feet were all gone, behind the white frost orchid.

From beginning to end, neither of them had seen clearly what Bai Shuanglan's white practice was, and they couldn't help but think a little higher in their hearts of this low-key female monk in the team.

The moment Zhou Yuan died, Fang Zhengyuan only turned his head to look at it, and then quickly put his mind back on Chen San.

After dodging a Red Melting Blade, Fang Zhengyuan's figure stopped, hanging in the air, his eyes looking directly at Chen San.

Seeing this, Chen San also stopped his figure, stopped attacking, and stood on top of Wen Yujian, looking back at the past without showing weakness, and at the same time, his slightly tired and pale face turned, and a thin and energetic young man appeared in front of Fang Zhengyuan.

"Haha~~Haha~~Hahaha~~"

Suddenly, Fang Zhengyuan stroked his forehead with a single palm, took a big mouth, and bursts of laughter came out of it.

Laughter, unwillingness, anger, loneliness......

After the tea, the laughter weakened, and at the same time a sharp cry came into the ears of the two.

"Great Elder, we can't hold it anymore, let's withdraw!"

In the distance, after killing Zhou Yuan, Mo Xiaokui did not chase after those low-level disciples of the Yanglong Sect, but under Chen San's mind, he and Liu Qian surrounded Shen Yueren.

Liu Qian was born in Cuiwei Valley, one of the four major sects of the Lingcheng Realm, and her supernatural powers were self-sufficient, coupled with the powerful help of a defective magic weapon in her hand, she had already suppressed Shen Yueren, but she couldn't kill the other party for a while.

After Mo Xiaokui joined, Shen Yueren, who was already unsupportive, suddenly became in danger, and repeatedly brushed shoulders with the King of Soul Hooking Hades.

After some struggle, Shen Yueren, who was scarred and tired, finally told Fang Zhengyuan what he thought.

Fang Zhengyuan, who stopped laughing, heard this, and the expression on his face changed again and again, sometimes painful, sometimes angry, just like Fang Cai's laughter.

Soon, Fang Zhengyuan's eyes scattered, as if he had aged for dozens of years all of a sudden, like a centenarian in the mortal world, and said in a hoarse voice: "That's it, that's it, I'm Yang Long." Let's go. And you, let's go, too. It's just that after today, the Yanglong First Sect has really withdrawn from the Spirit Inheritance Realm since then. If you can escape, find a new sect and throw yourself in, and do not avenge me. ”

After speaking, Fang Zhengyuan, who had a trace of old breath emanating from his body, was already full of tears, looking sad.

The other party is just recovering the long-lost inheritance for his own sect, and after he and the others have gone through some dangers, they want to kill the other party and rob their ancestors of the inheritance, in the end, who is right and who is wrong on both sides?

Chen San sighed lightly in his heart, this is the Immortal Cultivation Realm, a world where the weak eat the strong.

However, from beginning to end, the cold glint in Chen San's eyes has not been cut off.

Since he entered Qingyunmen at the age of fifteen, went out to practice at the age of seventeen, and started the first treasure grabbing and killing in the Valley of Hundred Dangers, Chen San's state of mind has been tempered all the way, and he is no longer the gentlemanly boy who fought with the ruffians and hooligans in Gancheng back then.