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Five hundred and seventieth chapters fire treasure talisman

Looking from a distance, I saw an extremely fast escaping light rushing through many people who were chasing and intercepting me, looking arrogant.

Wherever it passed, other escaping lights froze in the sky for an instant, and then lost their color and turned into cold corpses falling.

"You bastards, don't you want to kill me? Come on! Let's see who is killing whom." Xia Chen shouted sternly, waving his magic weapon, releasing auras of light, almost using it as a weapon, and there was blood everywhere.

splash.

Anyway, these two items are low-grade magic weapons, and both have replicas, so I won’t feel bad if they are lost.

For a time, shouts, shouts, and curses resounded through the sky and the ground. Coupled with the constant explosions, the scene was extremely chaotic.

The cultivators of the Tianlan Sect felt extremely cold and frightened in their hearts. The original anger had long since disappeared, replaced by an incomparable coldness.

Such ferocious divine power is simply unheard of, killing a second-level magical cultivator who is as useless as a first-level magical cultivator.

Seeing the bloody scene of blood splattering, most of the Tianlan Sect monks no longer dared to shout. Instead, they stepped back far away with pale faces, or shouted bluffingly, but did not dare to step forward.

Just kidding, although Her Royal Highness the Saint is beautiful, her life is more beautiful after all. Although Her Highness's orders cannot be ignored, she can choose to charge in front and shout at those behind.

Of course, there is also a small group of mentally retarded monks who are not afraid of death and want to rush forward with passion in order to defend the honor of Tianlan Sect and the majesty of Her Royal Highness the Saint.

Their only fate is to be flung around by Xia Chen's magic weapon or physically hit, and then turn into bloody meat pies and fall from the sky.

"You bunch of losers, get out of the way!" Suddenly, an angry shout sounded from the ground.

Several escaping lights from the slanting thorns approached quickly, emitting an extremely powerful and tyrannical aura. He was clearly a third-level monk with supernatural powers.

Of course, the two Yan Liang tribes who received the edict from Suo Feiyan also included the monks with the third level of supernatural power. As for the monks with the fourth level of supernatural power, they were one generation higher than the saint, so naturally it was not easy to issue an edict.

However, when the first-level and second-level magical monks came out, the third-level magical monk did not take action.

Firstly, to respect one's own identity. How would it be appropriate for so many people to capture a junior with the first level of magical power? Secondly, so many first-level and second-level magical power disciples are enough.

If even these people couldn't catch Xia Chen, it would be unjustifiable.

However, the reality was so bizarre that it was beyond imagination. With so many people intercepting him, Xia Chen was not caught. Instead, people kept being killed. In just a moment, more than dozens of second-level magical disciples died in Xia Chen's hands.

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This kind of loss, even if the black cultivators from the Black Triangle attack with ferocity, it is nothing more than this.

But there was only Xia Chen in the sky.

The monks with the third level of supernatural power were all stunned, and then they became furious. They could not bear it any longer, and they rushed to the sky with loud shouts. Many of the dead monks were their disciples and disciples, and the resentment in their hearts was unimaginable.

All the second-level supernatural power monks had been killed by Xia Chen and their faces turned pale. The arrogance they had just now disappeared without a trace. Now that they received support, they burst into tears. I thought that if you don't come up again, I'm afraid we will be killed.

He killed them all by himself, but they were still human beings, they were clearly demons.

In the distance, a huge and splendid phoenix slowly flew closer with colorful rays of light, and Saintess Tianlan stood on it. She glanced at the miserable situation of the entire battlefield, and a trace of coldness appeared on her unparalleled face.

Wang Hechong and three other people stood on either side of her, their expressions extremely ugly.

After Suo Feiyan's edict, the four of them did not follow immediately, but slowly flew here. Expecting hundreds of monks to intercept them, Xia Chen would not be able to escape even if he went against his will.

However, the fourth-generation ancestor's spiritual will was so powerful that he was shocked after sweeping away the situation on the entire battlefield.

This alliance envoy with the first level of magical power is really unbelievable. He simply swept through thousands of armies and was invincible. Among the monks with the second level of magical power, no one could stop him.

Seeing a large number of dead monks, almost all three of them had cold hands and feet. How long had it been before so many people died?

"If I had taken action long ago, why would so many disciples have died?" Wang Hechong muttered angrily, but he did not dare to let Suo Feiyan hear it.

"Your Highness, this Xia Chen is not an ordinary first-level magical cultivator. His potential has reached the Seven Beacon Towers of Perfection. It seems that he has the ability to leapfrog and kill a second-level magical cultivator. Do you want us old guys to take action?" Zhang Taiji asked.

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"No need." Suo Feiyan said two words lightly, her tone was noncommittal, and she didn't know what she was thinking.

Zhang Taiji sighed, wondering why Her Royal Highness the Saint was so stubborn.

"Your Highness, if we drag this out any longer, I'm afraid we will lose even more low-level disciples. This man is physically strong and very fast, so it is difficult to catch him. If we want to capture him alive, I think it would be better to activate the formation and imprison him directly.

"Xu Jinfeng thought she was afraid of killing Xia Chen, so she suggested in a low voice.

"No need." Suo Feiyan still said calmly, "Yan Bu and Liang Bu have always set their sights on the highest level. The Fifth Generation Patriarch Yan and the Fifth Generation Patriarch Liang often boast about how outstanding their disciples are. If they are so great, even a person with the first level of supernatural power can

alliance

The envoys can't be taken down, so how can we prove that they are excellent? Besides, we are all of the younger generation, and the second level of magical power has already bullied the small ones. If you, the fourth generation ancestor, take action again, the face of our Tianlan Sect will be lost.

It’s light.”

Xu Jinfeng was shocked when she heard her talk about the grievances between high-level officials. She dared to persuade her and kept silent.

"Bastard, if His Highness hadn't captured you alive, I would have really wanted to cut you into pieces. If you take off your arms now, roll to the ground and kneel, maybe you can save a dog's life." In the sky, a third-level magical power

The monk looked at Xia Chen, his eyes burning and said.

Beside him, there were six third-level supernatural powers who formed a circle and surrounded Xia Chen in the center. Their powerful spiritual thoughts carried serious murderous intent. If they were not afraid of killing Xia Chen, they would have surrounded him and killed this junior.

Chop into minced meat.

Xia Chen held two magic weapons that had been soaked in blood and turned dark red, and looked at the seven third-level magical monks with cold eyes.

With his current level of cultivation, it is not difficult to kill these seven people, but it will take a lot of effort. But in this way, the true strength will inevitably be exposed, and I am afraid that the old monsters with the fourth level of magical power who are watching openly and secretly will

I couldn't sit still anymore.

What's more, there is a Tianlan Saint with unfathomable strength who is eyeing him.

And in the secret, it is not known whether there are any fifth-generation ancestors quietly watching here, not to mention the more terrifying deputy sect leader and sect leader Tianlan. It is not much easier to escape from here than to ascend.

However, Xia Chen had already been calculating in his mind. He sneered and patted his lower abdomen with his hand. Suddenly there was a shining silver talisman in his hand.

There is nothing on this talisman, only a bright red flame.

However, the face of the third-level magical cultivator whose eyes were burning just now suddenly changed color, and he said with a fearful voice: "Fire Talisman? Retreat! Retreat!"

Hearing his crazy roar, the expressions of the other third-level monks changed drastically, and they stepped back without thinking, and were hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.

However, it was already too late. Xia Chen shook his hand, and the flame talisman instantly broke apart. At first, there was only a little spark, but soon, the spark turned into a sea of ​​​​fire that swept thousands of feet.

This sea of ​​fire is as red as blood, and among the blood redness, it is faintly transparent. You can see through it at a glance.

It was a fire. The temperature was far higher than the ordinary innate fire, and even close to the spiritual fire. When Xia Chen was refining the ten great talismans, it was on this fire talisman that he failed the most, and he refined it dozens of times.

Became once.

But it's enough to succeed once. Although the Fire Talisman is only a one-time talisman, it is a genuine middle-grade talisman. It is enough to kill a third-level magical cultivator at close range.

The seven monks with the third level of supernatural power did not even utter a scream, but were completely submerged in the blazing fire. They immediately let out a miserable scream and turned into a burning fire.

There is nothing that can't burn that flame. Even if spiritual thoughts surge up, it is extremely difficult to extinguish it.

Once a monk with the third level of magical power is exposed to it, his magical powers will be basically ineffective. Without special secret techniques or magic weapons, he will basically be sentenced to death.

In the blink of an eye, the seven firemen fell from the sky. They were so majestic just now, but they immediately fell.

The fire talisman had a huge range, and at the moment it burst out, dozens of second-level magical monks standing close within a thousand feet were also involved.

The cultivation of these second-level magical monks was even worse, and they turned into ashes without even struggling.

Normally, when using the Fire Talisman, you need to put it far away to activate it, so as not to burn yourself before burning others. This gives the opponent time to escape or prepare.

However, Xia Chen's physical body was so tempered that it could withstand even spiritual fire, let alone flames. So he activated the treasure talisman directly in his hand without following the routine, and was caught off guard, and dozens of monks were wiped out in ashes.

Phew! With boundless fire clouds, Xia Chen was like a fire god descending into the world, flying down from the sky. Although the flames had begun to shrink sharply, they were still a hundred feet in size. Under his leadership, they swept forward.

The ground was filled with first-level supernatural monks. They were stunned when they saw the scene in the sky. They didn't even have time to escape before they were covered in fire clouds.

There was no scream, no struggle. After the fire cloud covered it, it left again, leaving only ashes flying in the sky.

Just under one roll, nearly a hundred first-level magical monks within a hundred feet did not even escape, and were directly destroyed by ashes.

Everyone, including Saint Tianlan, was shocked.

From the moment Xia Chen tore the flame talisman to the death of hundreds of monks, it was just a flash of lightning. He couldn't even react, if he could stop it.

No one thought that Xia Chen actually possessed such a powerful talisman, and the oars and oars were literally wiped out in ashes while talking and laughing!

"You all must die!" Xia Chen shouted sternly, looking like a ghost as he frantically rushed towards the place with the most people.

The power of the Fire Talisman can only reach the range of a thousand feet for a moment, and then it begins to shrink sharply, but in general, the power of a hundred feet can last for at least ten breaths.

Ten breaths of time was enough. Xia Chen was like carrying a huge killing weapon a hundred feet long. Wherever it passed, no matter whether it was people or objects, they were reduced to ashes by the flames.


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