As Ning Chen's whole person landed on the top of Rainbow Mountain, in front of Ning Chen, he could clearly see a sarcophagus, after years of invasion, although the sarcophagus was mottled, Ning Chen could clearly feel that the sarcophagus was full of knotted aura. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

According to the records of the Ten Thousand Souls Immortal Diagram, the owner of the sarcophagus in front of him was a great power of the Ten Thousand Souls Sect.

In this regard, Ning Chen only sighed slightly at the difficulty of cultivating immortals, bowed deeply to the sarcophagus, and then walked towards the sarcophagus, feeling every move around him all the way.

Fortunately, through Ning Chen's divine sense, he could almost be sure that there was no movement around, but it was better to be careful to make the Ten Thousand Year Ship better.

Next to the sarcophagus that he came, the aura of the knot pill was still very strong, and then Ning Chen didn't stop doing anything, slowly raised his hand, and carefully pushed the sarcophagus away, without using any magic spells from beginning to end.

To some extent, this can be regarded as respect for the deceased, otherwise it would be rude to move the sarcophagus lid and open it several feet with a movement of the fingers.

Just pushing the lid of the sarcophagus open a gap less than two feet wide, Ning Chen saw that on one side of the sarcophagus, a halo flashed, and it was a silver flying knife, which looked unpretentious.

But Ning Chen knew that this Iron Spirit Flying Knife was rare and extraordinary, and when he had been forging iron through spiritual energy in Lingqiu Country for several years, the Iron Spirit he had collected was only the size of a grain of millet.

However, the Iron Spirit Flying Knife in front of him was the size of a palm, and it was refined by special means, it was self-evident how precious it was.

Taking a slight breath, when Ning Chen cautiously stretched out his hand and touched the Iron Spirit Flying Knife, he only felt a strong sense of repulsion coming from it.

This feeling is just like the feeling of Ning Chen touching the dragon's spine sickle in the past, but it is not so strong, and even faintly, Ning Chen's fingers actually have a feeling of numbness and crispiness.

However, Ning Chen didn't care about this, and then forcibly took out the Tie Ling Flying Knife and put it in the Dikun bag.

Well?

At the moment when Ning Chen had just put this magic weapon into the Dikun bag, Ning Chen's expression changed suddenly, and he only felt a trace of aura fluctuations that seemed to be around him, as if he was deliberately hiding.

I couldn't help but that between Ning Chen's calm expression before, a cold light suddenly swept from the corner of his eyes.

Yes, Ning Chen's arm moved slightly, and with one hand, he pointed sharply to the right, and a holy wood sword flew directly out of Ning Chen's sleeve and shot directly into the woods.

Bang!

With a violent crash, the earth trembled, and the surrounding area was even more amazed by forest birds.

"Hehe, hehe, I didn't expect to be discovered by you. ”

Almost instantly, a series of grim laughter followed, followed by a series of footsteps in the depths of the surrounding woods.

The next moment, looking at Ning Chen's body and behind him, there were more than two dozen monks, all of them were foundation building monks, and even among them, there were monks who built foundation lake realm cultivation!

And all they were wearing were dark gray ghost scale robes!

With just one glance, Ning Chen could clearly know that these monks were all from the Ghost Blood Sect! and all of them were elite monks from the Ghost Blood Sect!

"Ning Chen, the people of my Ghost Blood Sect are still looking for you everywhere, I didn't expect you to take the initiative to send it to the door. A gray-faced man with gray skin and bloodshot eyes spoke coldly.

On the ghost-faced shield in his hand, Ning Chen's holy wood sword was still deeply pierced, obviously, this person thought that he had resisted Ning Chen's full force.

The faces of the other monks, all of them, were full of murderous intent.

When he came, the head of the sect, Qiang Jie, had already made it very clear that those who killed Ning Chen could not only be directly promoted to the elder, but also enjoy the vast resources of the Ghost Blood Sect.

The head of the sect will also reward a peerless magic weapon in the foundation building period---- Ten Thousand Ghosts and Evil Order!

There was no doubt that any monk killing Ning Chen would be equivalent to ascending to the sky in one step.

"Oh?" Ning Chen's face didn't have the slightest ripple, just let out such a soft groan, compared to the gentleness and elegance in the Lingqiu Sect, Ning Chen's body at this moment was already filled with a cold murderous aura.

If Ning Chen was a great sage in the Lingqiu Sect, then here, he had already become a demon.

"Ning Chen, don't just be calm there, we are more than 20 foundation building monks, you can't escape today, not to mention, when we came, the head of the sect also gave us no one a blue-scaled demon......

As he spoke, the gray-faced monk had already taken out a blue dried corpse from the storage bag, with an extremely hideous face, but before he could finish his words, the gray-faced monk's original contemptuous expression suddenly changed, as if he felt that something was wrong.

That's right!

It was his shield, and I saw that where the Holy Wood Sword was pierced, a wisp of purple flame was burning imperceptibly, and this was Ning Chen's Hell Purple Flame, and now Ning Chen's illusion magic has been cultivated to a higher level, he can use Hell Spontaneous Combustion anytime and anywhere, and he can attach it to any magic weapon at will.

Almost at the moment when the gray-faced monk realized that something was wrong, he saw that this hellish purple flame spread out, and in the blink of an eye, it spread all over the shield!

"What the hell is this?" the Grey-Faced Monk couldn't help but let out such a frightened sound, instinctively intending to extinguish it with aura.

However, at this moment, the gray-faced monk was horrified to find that his own aura not only could not extinguish the Hell Purple Flame, but instead had the effect of fueling it.

In the blink of an eye, the Hellish Purple Flame had spread to the Grey-Faced Monk's body, and then all that could be heard was the Grey-Faced Monk's heart-rending screams and desperate struggle.

The other Ghost Blood Sect cultivators, seeing such a scene, their faces were filled with endless horror, they never expected that they would encounter such a terrifying scene as soon as they came up.

Before everyone could react too much, I saw that the gray-faced monk who was constantly twisting, struggling, and howling had stopped struggling, and then slowly turned into flying ashes, and what was even more strange was that the gray-faced monk's body, clothes, storage bags, and even Ning Chen's holy wooden sword were all intact.

How weird and weird the picture is!

Turning his gaze at Ning Chen again, the faces of these Ghost Blood Sect cultivators no longer had the banter and contempt they had before, and instead they were filled with fear and fear.

At this moment, they really realized that Ning Chen was completely different from the information they had obtained before, and his strength was much higher than what they had predicted.

"Heaven has the virtue of a good life, if you were ordinary monks, I would consider letting you live, but, Ghost Blood Sect? I'm sorry, none of you can escape today. Ning Chen's fingers moved slightly, and while retracting the Holy Wood Sword, he said coldly.