Zhao Luofeng and others' faces were ashen, and their eyes showed an unparalleled cold light.
As soon as they woke up, the boundless anger stimulated by Xia Chen's massacre reached its peak.
Taoist Zi Ling's eyes were red, and he yelled ferociously: "You little bastard, how dare you kill so many magical disciples of my Haoran sect? If you don't peel off your skin and cramps, refine your soul and soul, and die in agony today, I, Zi Ling, will..."
Bang! Before he could finish speaking, a mouthful of thick phlegm suddenly spat out of Xia Chen's mouth, like an arrow from a string, and hit Taoist Zi Ling hard on the face.
Taoist Zi Ling's voice stopped suddenly, and thick phlegm slowly flowed down his forehead, eyebrows, and nose. Combined with his distorted face, there was an indescribable ridiculousness.
The shameful scene in the past is so similar to the present, even the same.
"Old bastard, I spat on your face before, and I'm still spitting on you now."
Disciple, I want to kill you, I will kill all the founders of your Haoran sect today!"
Taoist Zi Ling's whole body started to tremble involuntarily, his eyes were cracked, and he was burning with endless anger, making his whole body filled with evil energy.
Once again being humiliated by a junior spitting thick phlegm on his face almost made him crazy with anger. In his entire life, Taoist Zi Ling had never hated Xia Chen so much.
The power of divine thoughts rolled like wind, with the sound of thunder, and rushed down towards Xia Chen. In the middle, the extremely violent roar of Taoist Zi Ling was heard: "You little beast, you die!"
Even Zhao Luofeng and the others couldn't help but look shocked when they saw his momentum, and quickly stepped back, knowing that Taoist Zi Ling had become truly angry, fearing that they would be affected by the rampaging spiritual thoughts.
Ma Huanshan and others had just been pleasantly surprised. Seeing such power, their faces couldn't help but turn pale.
"You are really looking for death!" Xia Chen said every word, his eyes showing a cold light as cold as lightning, and the past hatred boiled violently. He shouted angrily, and his body rose into the air.
The moment he flew up, two groups of intense and dazzling lights burst out from his hands.
It was a sky-splitting edge that instantly transformed into a ball the size of a watermelon, roaring towards the thunder of spiritual thoughts sent by Taoist Zi Ling.
Boom boom boom...
The unparalleled thunder of divine thoughts was instantly shattered into pieces when it encountered the sky-splitting sharp edge. Xia Chen was like a god of death rushing up from hell, his figure was like lightning, and he was in front of Taoist Zi Ling in the blink of an eye.
His hands shook, and his punch hit like a heavy hammer.
Taoist Zi Ling was extremely shocked. In his rage just now, he almost used all his strength and the power of his spiritual thoughts swept over everything. Not to mention junior Xia Chen, even the monks of the same realm wanted to stay away for a while. However, Xia Chen was so powerful that he even stopped him.
Can't stop it?
When did this junior grow up to be so powerful?
He was frightened and angry, but did not panic. With a flick of his fly whisk, it instantly turned into thousands of silver threads. He shot at Xia Chen very close at hand. Such a close distance, fast and cruel, no matter how strong Xia Chen was, how could he resist?
Xia Chen did not retreat or evade, but instead increased his strength, and his fists were like meteors coming from the sky. He hit them hard.
On his fist, a layer of blazing pure white flame suddenly burned. The flame was so strong that it even formed a sea of fire in front of Xia Chen. In the blink of an eye, it turned thousands of silver threads on the whisk into ashes.
The flames were like maggots attached to bones, burning upwards, following the silver thread, and burning directly onto the whisk, mercilessly devouring the magic weapon. In the blink of an eye, less than half of the silver thread on the whisk was gone.
"My magic weapon, Baiyun Fuchen, ah, little beast, you destroyed my magic weapon!" Zi Ling Taoist roared with great pain, but deep fear arose in his heart.
In a head-on fight with Xia Chen, he finally realized how powerful Xia Chen was. Although the opponent only had first-level magical power, his power was as deep as the sea. As soon as he sent out the power of his spiritual thoughts, he was defeated by the powerful innate energy.
But now Xia Chen's fist has arrived, and there is no way to avoid it. Taoist Zi Ling roared, used all his strength, raised his hands, and blocked Xia Chen's punch.
Boom! Xia Chen punched him hard on the palm.
The ground shook, and violent water-like fluctuations instantly spread throughout Taoist Zi Ling's body, shattering his clothes, broken magic weapons, storage bags and other items into pieces.
Taoist Zi Ling screamed miserably, as if he had been hit hard by a flying mountain peak. His vision turned black, and his spiritual aura instantly dispersed. He could no longer hold back, and a large mouthful of blood spurted out.
Even Han Dongyu couldn't withstand Xia Chen's fist, let alone a small second-level magical monk like him.
"Save me, save me..." Taoist Zi Ling spat out blood and fell straight from the air. He tried his best to spread the fluctuations of his spiritual thoughts far away with the remaining consciousness in his mind.
Before he could finish what he just said, Xia Chen had already stepped hard on his face with one foot, trampling him from the sky to the ground in an instant.
With a thud, Taoist Zi Ling fell headfirst onto the hard bluestone ground in front of the hall, smashing the bluestone several feet deep and several feet in diameter.
Xia Chen stepped on Taoist Zi Ling's face, raised his hand, and the Origin Heart Restriction was instantly formed. Three huge thunder nets were formed out of thin air, which not only defused the attack of Zhao Luofeng and others, but also pushed back and blocked the attack.
The three of them were forced to retreat.
"Old beast, you never thought that one day you would fall into my hands, right? What do you think I should do with you?" Xia Chen let go of his feet, grabbed Taoist Zi Ling in the air, and carried him
In front of him, he said coldly.
Taoist Zi Ling's face was covered in bruises, and the traces of footprints on his face were so obvious. He was in an indescribable embarrassment. He was held in Xia Chen's hand like a chicken. He had no power of spiritual thought, but he couldn't use it at all.
There was a strong look of fear in his eyes. Thinking of the cruel methods that tortured Xia Chen in the past, he was extremely frightened and said: "I am the founder of the Haoran Sect. If you dare to touch me, our Haoran Sect will not let you go."
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"The Patriarch?" Xia Chen smiled cruelly, "The one I killed was the Patriarch!"
He suddenly raised his hand and gently stroked Taoist Zi Ling's arms downward.
Taoist Zi Ling screamed wildly, and his face instantly twisted in pain. His arms were torn off by the innate Qi, and blood suddenly spurted out, revealing white broken bones and vague flesh and blood.
Xia Chen did not cut off his arms, but tore them off directly. The painful feeling was ten times more cruel than cutting off.
Zhao Luofeng and others were forced into a panic by this strange mine net restriction. For a moment, they could not help at all. They saw Zi Ling Taoist's arms being torn off alive. Their eyes were on fire and the canthus was cracked.
Xia Chen sneered and pointed out Rufeng. In one breath, he tapped Taoist Zi Ling countless times.
He will repay the other person with his own way, what Taoist Zi Ling did to him in the first place. He will pay it back ten times and a hundred times.
Before Taoist Zi Ling could react to the pain of his broken arm, his chest suddenly stagnated, and an invisible pressure like a mountain suddenly came, making him almost breathless.
The pressure was still increasing rapidly, as if the space suddenly turned into an extremely solid wall, squeezing him hard.
"What is this? Little beast, what have you done to me?" Taoist Zi Ling was in a panic. He tried his best to resist with the power of his spiritual thoughts, but he felt more and more difficult to breathe.
"This is an earth element restriction. I have blessed you with the power of the mountain. This power will become stronger and stronger, gradually compressing your skin, muscles, blood vessels, and bones and crushing them bit by bit. Of course, this process will be very slow.
Old beast, just take your time and enjoy this process, this is the last gift I will give you in life." Xia Chen said every word.
"Xia Chen, please let me go, I beg you, please let me go. Don't torture me like this, I know it was wrong. I shouldn't have treated you like that, I will be your slave. As a slave, I will kowtow to you...
..." Taoist Zi Ling was so frightened that he roared with a nervous breakdown.
He wanted to beg for mercy again, but immediately couldn't help but howl out.
The power of the mountain pressed against his skin, getting tighter and tighter. Gradually, his skin began to crack inch by inch. Every blood vessel and nerve was torn apart by the unparalleled pressure. Blood spurted out. It was extremely painful and life-threatening.
Better to die.
Xia Chen ignored him and walked towards the sky step by step with no expression on his face.
With his current level of cultivation, even the third-level magical monks were beaten to ashes. Killing several second-level magical monks was not a problem at all. In the blink of an eye, he raised his hand, and a series of wonderful original heart taboos came out, forcing Zhao Luofeng and the others.
Got to be in a hurry.
"Is your name Zhao Luofeng? Is Zhao Huayang your son?" He slowly walked towards Zhao Luofeng from the air, saying as he walked.
When Zhao Luofeng saw him, he trapped Taoist Zi Ling with every move he made, killing him bit by bit. Then, he casually and mysteriously attacked the three of himself, and the anger in his heart had long since disappeared without a trace, replaced by boundless fear.
With Xia Chen's level of strength, I'm afraid even the third level ancestor of the Haoran sect is not as good as him. Killing them is just for fun. How can this junior be so powerful?
He really couldn't figure out why.
Xia Chen is obviously a monk with the first level of supernatural power, but the power as deep as the sea, the powerful aura, even if he feels a trace of spiritual thoughts, he can't bear to break, and the power of controlling objects is invincible, but in front of Xia Chen,
It's totally useless.
Hearing these words, Zhao Luofeng couldn't help but shrink his eyes: "Do you know how my son died?"
Xia Chen did not speak, but slowly took out the Azure Ruler. As soon as he filled it with Gang Qi, the Azure Ruler immediately emitted a dazzling brilliance, and a huge shadow of a cross ruler slowly appeared behind him.
"It's the Azure Ruler belonging to my son Zhao Huayang. This magic weapon fell into your hands and he was killed by you, right?" Zhao Luofeng saw the Azure Ruler and immediately recognized it. He couldn't help but feel extremely sad and angry, and shouted loudly.
.
"Zhao Luofeng, there is a saying that says, whoever kills will always be killed." Xia Chen looked at him, "The hatred of killing a son is indeed mortal, but if Zhao Huayang hadn't been chasing me, how could I kill him?
It's all his own fault. We have no grievances at all, but since you want to avenge him and attack my Zhengxuan sect's gate, then you go and die!"
After finishing his words, Xia Chen raised the Azure Ruler. Amidst the buzzing sound, the shadow of the Azure Ruler drove past like a wheel, crushing towards Zhao Luofeng.
"Ah, I don't want to die, I don't want to die, don't kill me!" Zhao Luofeng roared crazily, trying his best to resist the unparalleled power of this magic weapon. To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote
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