The blue shirt turned into golden light, wrapped in martial arts fortune, and cursed the resentment.

Wu Yun exploded and broke, causing the huge figure to tilt, but the curse was very resentful and quickly got up. A slap drove a strong wind, slapping Chen Jiu hundreds of meters away, and crashed into the earth.

The soil exploded and shattered into a big pit.

In the big pit, golden figures stood up, and the martial etiquette of heaven and earth gathered, and behind him condensed into a golden martial etiquette bead.

The Qingshanke didn't say a word, raised his foot and shattered the earth, and then exchanged for the resentment!

The fortune of heaven and earth was disordered and suddenly became severe cold. In early summer, they could snow.

The monks around him looked shocked. The combat power of this great demon and physical cultivation seemed to be vaguely touching the threshold of the golden elixir.

This is a quasi-golden elixir battle, so how could they get involved!

Chen Jiu stood on the shore, flirted with the curse, and breathed a sigh of relief, his face was already covered with golden patterns and cloud sculptures.

He lifted his fist and made his martial arts more prosperous, and he created the golden body of a god.

The curse was so fierce that it hit him with one punch.

Chen Jiu did not give in at all, but rose up from the ground and greeted him with his fist.

So he was beaten to the point of being hit by the resentment, hitting the city, and plowing out a long gully.

Chen Jiu was covered with blood, and he tore open his ragged clothes. Without saying a word, he carried Wu Yun and rushed straight towards the curse as big as a hill.

The monks onlookers could see that the big demon obviously suppressed the Qingshanke. If he really wanted to fight to the end, unless the Qingshanke had a backup plan, he would definitely die.

Some cultivators retreated after understanding the strength of this monster, and knew in their hearts that it was not something that could be afforded by this monster, or that it would be more practical to go back to the sect to ask the Golden Pills to take action.

As for the people in this city, it has nothing to do with them. They are not related to relatives or bad things, and they have no interest. They don’t feel sorry for even more death.

Not to mention the people in the city, even if the Qingshanke, whose combat power is as powerful as the quasi-jin elixir, dies, in their eyes, it is just dead.

After decades of practicing, monks will often go to two extremes when they see the warmth and coldness of human feelings.

First, the more ruthless I became, as long as it was not my business, no matter what it was, it had nothing to do with me.

Second, the more chivalrous people are, the more unfair things in the world, and when you see them, you have to take care of them.

Perhaps some monks were chivalrous but later ruthless, and there were counterexamples. Everyone was different. No one could say what was going on in this world.

Everyone changes at every stage, and then when they look back, they feel that their thoughts once seemed so naive.

Everyone will change.

Including Chen Jiu.

He stood on the shore, gasping heavily, and his skeleton seemed to be about to be broken, and the pain was extremely painful.

The curse is marching towards the city.

Chen Jiu welcomed him again.

The Qingshan Guest had already lost her blue shirt, and her bloody clothes were wrapped around Wu Yun, and even Wu Yun was dyed scarlet red.

His left hand was completely interrupted, hanging beside him, warm and viscous blood dripped from his fingertips.

Some monks around couldn't bear to look at him and shook their heads. If they continue to fight like this, the Qingshan Guest will definitely die.

After Qingshanke died, it was time for them to leave.

Everyone cherishes their lives, and they should cherish their lives. The monks who are still left behind are more or less admired the Qingshan Guest who has reached the quasi-golden elixir of combat power, but are still willing to defend the city and die.

But no matter how much you admire, it is definitely impossible to defend the city if you risk your death.

Chen Jiu was hit by a resentment and smashed into the ground. He supported the ground with one hand and staggered up again, his body shaking a little, and the golden light seemed to be wiped out.

The curse is pressing straight.

Chen Jiu bent down and stood, rested for a while, then suddenly straightened his waist and guarded the city gate.

A monk holding a baby girl came from a distance. Seeing this scene, his pupils widened and he shouted with great concern.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, run!"

Chen Jiu got up, bumped into the huge figure walking towards him, and was slapped to the ground again, his body was covered in blood and continued to overflow.

Cao He exclaimed with an anxious expression. He looked at the monks around him and hurriedly begged.

"Fellow Daoist, save me Brother Chen!"

The monks around him turned their heads and looked at him, and were silent, then turned back.

The affairs of the monks on the mountain are not related to themselves, and they are hanging up high, and Cao Hei is extremely clear about it.

The huge figure slowly walked towards Chen Jiu's falling body.

Cao Hei looked pale and looked at Cao Tang in his arms. After gritting his teeth, he instantly came to a woman not far away. Without saying a word, he handed Xiao Cao Tang to her, took out a large bag of coins and handed them to the woman, and said in a deep voice.

"Help me take care of it. If I don't return it, you can take the coins and help me take care of the baby girl until twenty."

The woman dared not resist and could only nod.

Cao Hei instantly arrived at the river bank, and his spiritual energy formed a seal. His dark arms came out of a hundred meters beside him, gathered into a pile, condensed into a big hand, gently covering Chen Jiu's falling body.

The curse slapped at the dark big hand.

The palm of his hand was broken in an instant. Cao He stepped forward to meet him, but was beaten back a hundred meters by the remaining force of the palm, shattering the ground.

Cao took blood all over his body and survived in the pit, falling from the fifth realm to the fourth realm in an instant.

Chen Jiu breathed a breath and staggered to stand up again. His martial luck was like a torrent, wrapping his body tightly around him.

His eyes were full of golden light, extremely dazzling.

Wu Yun seemed to collapse instantly, falling to the ground like fragments.

The curse was hit by another palm, and the strong wind overturned the surrounding trees.

Chen Jiu punched him, and the void of heaven and earth was centered on them, trembling ripples in a circle for several miles.

His martial arts fortune was like porcelain, and it suddenly shattered, revealing the golden body of a real god who was wrapped in it!

Chen Jiu shook off the curse palm, stood up and punched it, causing it to stagger backwards into the river.

Chen Jiu did not pursue him, and looked at Cao He who was lying in the pit with concern, waved to a monk watching the battle on the river bank, expressionless and said indifferently.

"Save it."

The monk did not dare to refuse to obey, and quickly rescued Cao and fed him the elixir to nourish his qi and blood.

Chen Jiu's face was extremely calm. The martial eunuch was servant. Every time he took a step forward, the martial eunuch would condense into a ladder, carrying this godly man who already had the martial eunuch to control the atmosphere and climbed up step by step.

Chen Jiu just wants to kill the curse in front of him now.

When he reaches the height of heaven and earth, he will also be the height of martial arts.

The steps of the Wuyun suddenly collapsed.

Chen Jiu's body whereabouts.

It is also the whereabouts of the martial etiquette of heaven and earth.

He only punched.

The pit was only a hundred meters deep, and the river was broken, and there was nothing else.

The monks around him were amazed, and this punch was definitely powered by the golden elixir!

Chen Jiu suddenly frowned, and there was a strong resentment at the bottom of the deep pit, which kept gushing out and instantly climbed onto Chen Jiu, erasing his golden body and eroding his body.

The world is twisted, and the cause and effect are extremely disordered.

Chen Jiu knelt on the ground with a ferocious expression.

Live and die.

He kept repeating the process.

The cause and effect of heaven and earth cannot be corrected, as if his existence is the biggest accident between heaven and earth.

A breeze blew.

Chen Jiu's wounds were missing.

The big pit disappeared, the river reappeared, and there was another flow of water.

Cao He suddenly stood up, his realm as usual.

The breeze lingered beside Chen Jiu, and the blue shirt slowly emerged. He slowly stood up and stood quietly.

The breeze gradually dissipated.

The left hand, which had the most resentment, also dissipated with the breeze.

This is a forced correction of the great cause and effect of heaven and earth.

The sky and the earth were bright, and the river bank was filled with crowds of people watching. Looking at the blue-shirted guest, he dared not speak.

Later, there was a wind blowing.

The Qingshan Guest turned around, and his empty sleeves drifted with the breeze. He looked at the city and spoke calmly.

"If anyone drowns a baby girl in the future, I will drown him."

The sound is spread far and wide by martial arts.

Everyone in the city lowered their heads, but no one dared to look at the blue-shirted guest.
Chapter completed!