"Everyone in the world has to look down when he sees you?"

Jian Wuchen smiled, and at first he just chuckled, then became crazy.

He was laughing.

Mocking Zhou Chuan for being arrogant and ignorant.

Finally, he stopped, the phantom of his divine thoughts seemed faintly visible, and his blurred face looked a little shrill, "After all, he is a monster in the mountains and fields, and he is just a little bit like a single place, not knowing that the world is vast.

I think you can cultivate the alchemy to the greatest master, but if you offend the Medicine God Sect today, your future fate will not be much better than mine.

How could you provoke the top forces of the Daxia Dynasty at will?"

"At that time, I really want to know if you still have the same style as you are now."

"You can't see that day." Zhou Chuan said lightly.

The autumn wind blew, and the phantom suddenly shook, dispersed, and returned to the dust with the wind.

This grudge finally ended.

Zhou Chuan walked to Jian Wuchen's corpse.

The attack of the Demon Slayer of Nirvana is very characteristic. It will not corrode the body, but will only attack the so-called vitality, burning and destroying all vitality, without any trace, which is extremely terrifying.

The demon halberd stretched forward and pierced directly into the chest of the corpse. Suddenly, the bloody red light filled the halberd poles. The spirit of the Eight Desolate Fire Dragon, who had been hungry, was quickly absorbing and digesting the essence of the qi and blood of a fasting cultivator.

"More! More!" The Demon Sphur let out a light roar, like a demon dragon roaring, as if urging Zhou Chuan, with a very greedy desire.

Just then, Gu Feng came over and immediately wrapped it with a deep cold aura, feeling like falling into an ice cave. He looked shocked, staring at the Demon Slayer of Nirvana, his eyes as if sticking to it.

Gu Feng was shocked and looked at the carvings of the eight wild fire spirits. He seemed to be staring at by a demon dragon who chose people. He could instinctively feel fear in his heart, and he was even a little creepy.

"The magic weapon! The lowest is also a spiritual treasure!"

Gu Feng guessed and was more shocked.

Even his own weapon was just a magic weapon-level cauldron. How did Zhou Chuan get such a fierce soldier?

However, Zhou Chuan did not explain this.

At this time, the flesh and blood on Jian Wuchen's corpse had been corroded, the blood dried up, and only a white bone was left, containing the Taoist rhyme in front of him. Each bone was like a sword, extremely sharp, exuding an astonishing sword intent, spreading around, as if protecting the last face of the master.

It is worthy of being the corpse of a monk in the Dao period. Even after his death, it is so magical.

Zhou Chuan's eyes suddenly hit the index finger of the corpse's right palm. There was a storage ring hanging there. It looked very strange, like a bent sword, but it could be retained from the corrosion of the qi of nirvana. The quality of this storage ring is obviously not low. I think the things inside are also very precious.

Zhou Chuan did not pick up and check it out directly, but waved his sleeves and put away the entire skeleton and storage ring.

The spoils and other things must be counted later.

Zhou Chuan turned around and glanced at the intact square and smiled.

He had already made preparations. Even if Jian Wuchen did not provoke him, he would take the initiative.

From the moment Jian Wuchen came to Zhoushan, he was a dead person.

Zhou Chuan turned around and looked at Gu Feng. The latter was about to talk, but suddenly, an almost terrifying pressure suddenly appeared in the square.

The angry roar of Hu Batian came.

Ding! Immediately afterwards, a crisp bell rings.

The powerful aura directly enveloped the top of the mountain, and the violent wind appeared again at some point.

The sunlight tilts, covers it, and gradually disappears.

In this, a dazzling golden light surged into the sky!

"This is……"

Gu Feng reacted instantly, and his divine thoughts instantly found the source of this aura. His face was moved, his eyes were like a sword, and he turned his head to stare at the direction of Hu Batian. To be precise, it was the place where Ji Chanxi was suppressed by him.

The terrifying pressure was like substance. The Hong Zhong had disappeared, Ji Chanxi's eyes were gone, and his cold temperament became more profound. Behind her, a magnificent cauldron was suspended, and the light flowed, and the world was overshadowed.

"Shennong Ding! That is the imprint of the sect leader's soul!" Gu Feng exclaimed.

Needless to say, Zhou Chuan also recognized the big tripod.

The Shennong Cauldron is a secret inheritance tool of the Medicine Shenzong. It was a soldier held by the sect leader of the Medicine Shenzong for all dynasties. It is a Taoist soldier and also a top-level medicine cauldron.

‘It seems that Master Ji likes this granddaughter very much.’

Zhou Chuan thought to himself.

The soul imprint is a means that only the Zifu period cultivators can use, that is, they consume all their energy and put their own Taoist rhymes in things. They can use this to seal a thought and give low-level cultivators a life-saving talisman.

This method is not as simple as it sounds. It is more difficult to make than refining Taoist elixirs. It is not easy to be careless. When condensing, you need to concentrate your energy and not even a trace of distractions. If you are disturbed by chance, it is a trivial matter. If you hurt your energy, it will damage the foundation.

Generally speaking, unless it is handed over to the closest relatives, no one will do such thankless things.

Ji Chanxi was obviously igniting the imprint left by her grandfather at this moment. As the peak powerhouse of the Great Xia Dynasty, even if he had a thought, he was transformed by his soul, and was extremely powerful. It would be easy to break free from Gu Feng's control.

"Elder Gu, is this your choice?" Ji Chanxi said coldly.

Gu Feng frowned, glanced at Zhou Chuan, hesitated for a long time, and finally nodded.

Seeing this, Ji Chanxi laughed coldly, "Very good, you..."

Before she could finish her words, a murderous intent was terrifying. The halberd light with the intention of burning ji broke through the air and slashed hard on the phantom of the Shennong Ding.

Dang! The sound of gold and iron interception resounded, and sparks even rose. The phantom of the Shennong Ding shone brightly, and wisps of misty air squirted out, wrapping Ji Chan Creek and flying towards the distance.

Zhou Chuan stood with a halberd and watched his figure leave coldly.

Gu Feng was stunned.

Although the soul imprint can only play a protective role and cannot attack.

But the phantom of the Shennong Cauldron is actually mixed with the consciousness of the Sect Master of the Medicine God Sect!

How dare he?

Gu Feng turned his head a long time ago, looked at Zhou Chuan, and looked at him, and only heard a praise: "You made the right choice."

As the sun sets, a thick cloud gradually covers the top of the mountain and rolls down, like boiling water, spreading across all directions. The sea of ​​clouds evaporates, like the flowing mist in the mountains. The hazy mountain scenery makes it difficult to see the flowers in the fog.

The sky was silent, with clouds in the distance, strong winds whistling, Taoist robes roars roars, and none of the thousands of monks made a sound, all staring at the sacred mountain ahead without blinking.

The sea of ​​clouds swept over, extremely dense and extremely sticky, as if a stroke of outlines, the sky was wiped away, and under layers of layers, people could not see a trace of the true appearance of Zhoushan, and even the sun, moon and starlight could not penetrate.

In addition, all monks can feel a dangerous and terrifying aura from it. You don’t have to enter in person. As long as you get close to the cloud, a sharp and sharp aura will come, making your body tingling, as if it is split. If you enter in rashly, you can imagine the outcome.

But everyone was not interested in this, and they were still stuck in the news of Jian Wuchen's death.

"Impossible, the heads of the sect are asking questions, they should be invincible at the same level. How could that mountain god kill him?"

An incredible voice sounded in a corner of the crowd, but it was in the team of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect. When the second elder saw Jian Wuchen die, he felt like a demonic obstacle, talking to himself, looking like a madman.

The other disciples of Xiaoyao Sword Sect also felt extremely sad.

There was a leader of the Inquiry Period, which should have been a good thing, which was enough to return the glory of the ancestors' period to the ancestors, and even to unify Yunnan, with great power.

But, this sect leader wants to commit suicide.

Now, the Xiaoyao Sword Sect is completely in decline...

Of course, no matter how hard it is to accept it in my heart, these disciples of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect have no choice. Judging from the fierce soldier Zhou Chuan held, they were obviously not a god of compassion. If they weren't here, they would probably have to meet the leader at this moment.

It is a very lucky thing for them to save their lives.

Thinking of this, the disciples of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect were very grateful and immediately planned to fly away without even wanting to stay for a moment.

"Remnants of Xiaoyao Sect, do you still want to run away?"

A cold shout sounded, and everyone was stunned. Looking in the sound, the head of the Ganghawks made a sound. Following him, he brought the elite Ganghass, three layers inside and three layers outside to wrap the Xiaoyao Swords team, with great momentum and no kindness.

"If you offend the God Lord, Xiaoyao Sword Sect, you should be removed from the list!"

When everyone heard the cold words of the leader of the Goshawk, they were talking, and some disciples of the Xiaoyao Sword Sect looked even pale.

The tree fell and the fox scattered. The head of the Goshawk Sect was indeed early. He just knelt down in the morning, and at this moment, he saw that the Xiaoyao Sword Sect had no top combat power, so he immediately faced each other with swords.

People are warm, but this is the case.

"Master, do we need help?"

Not far away, an elder asked beside Dao Ren Qiantian.

Dao Ren Qiantian gently stroked his white beard, but did not reply immediately. He stared at the Xiaoyao Sword Sect who was slaughtered like a lamb, sighing in his heart.

"It's useless to help. Ask someone to rush to the Xiaoyao Mountains, don't let someone take the lead."

He said lightly, and took the people away directly.

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