I will return to Chongqing tonight and prepare for a ride to Tibet on the 26th.

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"Boom!"

"Wow!"

"Whew!"

As soon as Shen An stepped into the Ziyi County City, he heard all kinds of voices coming from all directions.

There are buildings exploding, torrents washing, and sword qi crisscrossing and horizontal. They all come from far away, but Shen An, as a god and demon body, although he has not been refined, he also has many gods and demons. Moreover, the magic weapon of refining and devouring all things is one, and layers of special substances are attached to Shen An's body, including about wind.

A layer of spiritual power extracted from the magic weapon of wind spiritual power attaches a membrane to the ear, and it can perceive sound through the vibration and rhythm of the wind, which is very powerful.

"The battle was fierce. ”

Shen An went deep into the Ziyi County City, completely like no one.

Shen Anming's cultivation on his face was only at the second level of the Divine Power Realm, but with the Hundred Ghost Flying Sword and the Immovable Divine Method, the real combat power was far surpassing. It is comparable to the cultivation of the middle stage of the Divine Power Realm, and the monks who build the fifth or sixth layer of the foundation during the foundation building period of the refining airflow. It can be regarded as a master, and in this purple-clothed county, except for a few people's things, Shen An is a rare opponent.

"Although I am on the side of the Purple Cloth County King, I can't help directly, because I only have an hour and a half of time to transform people every day, and it will be very inconvenient to go deep into the camp. Shen Anxin thought, "I'll contact Qin Shuang and inform him." Then fight alone in the Purple Cloth County City, hone your spells, and increase your combat power. ”

As he spoke, Shen An waved his hand and summoned a messenger flying sword, leaving behind a wisp of spiritual sense, and shot towards the direction of the Ziyi County Palace.

"There's a flying sword!"

"Intercept!"

"It's a monk from the Purple Cloth County Palace!"

"Kill!"

Shen An's flying sword, like a magnesium lamp in the dark, was very conspicuous, attracting many monks from the Mountain and River Sect.

The monks of the Mountain and River Sect, the Qi Refining Cultivators wore bright yellow and aqua blue robes, with drawings of mountains and torrents, as well as some fierce birds and beasts. Clothing and accessories represent their status, as well as their cultivation and cultivation exercises. Mountains and rivers in Ningbo. Coupled with Shen An's spiritual sense's exploration and perception of them, it can be said that he knows himself and his opponent.

"You want to kill me?"

The corners of Shen An's mouth grinned, and he escaped as a sword light and rushed out.

Holding a hundred ghost flying swords, he is not afraid of all close-quarters combat, and the sword light of the brush shoots out, like a storm. The monks who came to besiege were all in the Qi refining period, and they were immediately cut into several pieces, and those who were close were even sucked dry of their spiritual energy, and the magic weapons were also refined and devoured.

It immediately caused shock and horror among the monks of the Mountain and River Sect.

"He! he's a master of the Divine Demon Refining Flow!"

"Divine Power Realm Cultivator!"

"What! Why haven't I seen him before? It's a new Divine Power Realm master!"

"Run, escape, escape! Use the flying sword to send a message to the Elders of Zhuji, let them deal with this person, we are definitely not his opponent! No matter how many people there are, they will die!"

Suddenly, dozens of monks scattered and fled, as if they had encountered human grasshoppers, and they were terrified.

"Just wanted to say kill me, so you ran away?" Shen An laughed, the hundred ghost flying swords in his hands were differentiated, and he chased in all directions. Shen An himself was too, driving the flying sword and rushing out. Chase after him, kill the enemy, and his heart is very happy. The messenger flying sword that flew out with the handle, Shen An had no intention of intercepting it.

Let them send the message.

Let them inform the foundation building masters of the Mountain and River Sect.

There are only two Jindan monks in the Shanhe Sect, one of whom has been killed by Shen An, and the other is the sect leader Sun Wei, who is fighting with the purple-clothed marquis.

There are at most a few monks who have built the foundation of the Great Perfection, and the Great Perfection of the Divine Power Realm, I am afraid that there are none. In this case, Shen An was not afraid at all. Because even if the foundation is built, Shen An also has the ability to escape. The monks in the middle stage of foundation building directly killed them, causing heavy losses to the Shanhe Sect.

In the battlefield, Shen An is definitely a monster, an unplanned monster.

Without the Jindan period cultivator, Shen An can completely affect the battle situation in an area. If a monk dared to chase Shen An out of the city, Shen An even dared to turn into a mountain and crush him to death. Not to mention a monk in the middle stage of foundation building, even if it is a monk who builds the foundation of the Great Perfection, Shen An is sure to be crushed to death at once.

"Ahh

"Poof!"

Wielding a hundred ghosts, the yin qi was full of energy, and blood splattered everywhere, turning this small area into an infernal purgatory.

One by one, the monks scattered in terror.

This area was captured by the monks of the Mountain and River Sect, and there were a large number of Qi refining monks stationed there, and there was also a foundation building period, but it would take a while to arrive.

By the time Xuanyang, the foundation building monk, arrived, Shen An had already killed at least thirty monks. When he died, the corpse quickly aged and turned into ashes, which was terrifying. Xuanyang Zhenren wore a bright yellow foundation building monk's robe, and his hair burned like fire, but he was a monk who cultivated the mountain immovable technique, refining the fire in the stone, so it was called Xuanyang.

Xuanyang Zhenren's eyebrows are straight, and he is inserted obliquely into his temples, he is the kind of monk who has some righteous energy, and he is especially disgusted with demon Taoist monks.

Seeing Shen An casting a hundred ghosts, his whole body was gloomy, and his soul wailed. Thinking that those souls were all Shen An's slashing and refining into the sword, he was immediately furious, and when he saw that his own monks were dying miserably, he couldn't help but summon the Xuanyang Flying Sword and rushed towards Shen An, "Little Demon Cultivator, you actually dare to kill many disciples of my Mountain and River Sect, you are looking for death!"

"Poof!"

In the middle of the flight, the Flaunting Flying Sword was wrapped in a blazing stone fire, and the temperature around it rose sharply.

"A monk with a three-story foundation is so impulsive, I think your cultivation is cultivated to a dog?" Shen An sneered, looking at Xuanyang Zhenren with a pair of sharp eyes.

"Dare to be presumptuous?"

As soon as Shen An said this, Xuanyang Zhenren was even more angry, and shouted, "Xuanyang in the stone!"

"Boom!"

The flames shrouded in the Xuanyang Flying Sword rose in the wind, turning into an existence that looked like a dragon but not a dragon, like a python and not a python. roared and bit at Shen An, when the huge mouth enveloped Shen An, it was already the size of ten Shen An.

Shen An was defenseless and swallowed in one gulp.

Xuanyang Zhenren immediately laughed, "My Xuanyang Flying Sword was personally refined by the sect master, and it can explode in an instant. Do you think I'm really angered by you? Ignoring the strength of the second layer of your Divine Power Realm? Being swallowed by my Xuanyang Dragon Python, you just wait to be refined, wait for death!"

The conversation came to an abrupt end.

Xuanyang Zhenren's eyes widened suddenly, revealing an incredible look.

"Boom. ”

The soaring flames of the Xuanyang Dragon Python suddenly gathered towards the belly. It's as if there's a black hole there. All are swallowed. In the blink of an eye, the flames of the Xuanyang Dragon Python were extinguished, revealing Shen An in the center of his abdomen.

Shen An'an had a force of swallowing, as if he had turned into a black hole in the universe that even swallowed up light.

What Xuanyang Dragon Python, it's not a problem at all.

After the flames were devoured, they turned into pure spiritual power to replenish the whole body, and fused with the fiery red skin material, which strengthened Shen An's resistance to the flame spiritual power.

"Silly?"

Shen An smiled, swung the flying sword, and shot out with flames, swinging the flying sword of the hundred ghosts, and slashed at Xuanyang Zhenren.

Xuanyang Zhenren hurriedly retreated, he was a foundation building monk who refined the airflow, and he fought in close combat with a god and demon refining divine power realm monk, which was an act of looking for death. But Shen An's speed was too fast, and Xuanyang Zhenren didn't have time to escape, so he could only hold his breath and forcibly stimulate the power of Xuanyang's flying sword.

"Brush!"

Xuanyang's sword light skyrocketed, wanting to resist Shen An's Hundred Ghost Flying Sword.

"You're dead. ”

Shen An smiled, that look was like a devil in the eyes of Xuanyang Zhenren.

"Where did the monster come from?" At this moment, Xuanyang Zhenren, who was still full of fighting spirit before, was already frightened and no longer confident, "I'm going to die? Why am I going to die? Although you are strong, it is impossible to kill me in a short time! When my backup comes, it is you who will die! This is the territory of our Shanhe Sect, and the people of the Ziyi County Royal Mansion can't come to save you!"

The thought in my heart has just fallen.

"Boom !!"

With a roar, a click, the sword light of the Xuanyang Flying Sword shattered into flames and annihilated in the void. Refined by the Sect Master of the Mountains and Rivers Sect, the second-order superb flying sword Xuanyang was directly broken into two.

"Poof!"

Xuanyang Zhenren's eyes widened, and he spurted out a mouthful of blood.

The Xuanyang Flying Sword is his natal magic weapon, and he uses his blood and life to sacrifice, and the Xuanyang Flying Sword is cut off by a sword, which is equivalent to cutting off half of his life with a sword.

"How is it possible!you!!!

Xuanyang Zhenren roared in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that his Xuanyang Flying Sword was broken like this!

Shen An smiled, just laughed.

The Xuanyang Flying Sword is at most a second-order masterpiece, but Shen An's Hundred Ghost Flying Sword is a fourth-order magic weapon, and a single sword is also a third-order masterpiece. Even if Shen An couldn't exert its full strength, it was enough to cut off the Xuanyang Flying Sword with a single sword.

"Believe it or not, let's go to hell!"

Shen An gently swung the flying sword and slashed past Xuanyang Zhenren's neck.

The next second.

Human heads flew up, and blood spurted like fountains.

A generation of foundation building masters!! was killed head-on by Shen An in just thirty seconds!

There were also Qi refining cultivators who had not left, and they were all as stunned as wooden chickens.

...

"Bang!"

In the Mountains and Rivers Sect, in a hidden secret room.

Rows of spiritual knowledge jade slips were placed, all of which were identified by the foundation-building monks of the Mountain and River Sect and the lives of important people.

As long as someone dies, there will be a shattered spiritual jade slip.

Suddenly, the spiritual consciousness jade slip representing Xuanyang's real person was directly shattered. A Qi refining cultivator who was on duty in the secret room suddenly turned pale and was shocked, and hurriedly released the Messenger Flying Sword and headed towards the camp of the Purple Cloth County City Mountain River Sect.

"Xuanyang Zhenren has fallen!"

Meanwhile.

The palace of the prince of Ziyi County.

Qin Shuang, the purple-clothed son, sat on the big chair directly above the main hall, a pair of sharp eyes swept down, and suddenly received a messenger flying sword, and after reading it, his face showed an incomprehensible look.

Less than two minutes.

Suddenly, a foundation building monk walked in with great joy, this is Yu Jin, a monk who is proficient in the art of looking at qi in the palace of Ziyi County.

... (To be continued.) )