The ferocious man held an ax in both hands and appeared above Dongfang Zimo in a flash, and swung it fiercely.
With the sound of metal collision, the ax that was supposed to fall was stopped by a golden writing brush.
The ferocious man glared angrily, and all his spiritual power was poured into the ax in his hand.
Yang Chen suddenly felt the pressure. He slapped the penholder with his hand, and a golden rune as big as a roulette shot out.
The ferocious man was startled and stepped back hundreds of feet. He held his five fingers empty and the wheel blade floating in the air spun towards him. The ferocious man waved his hand and the wheel blade suddenly enlarged and directly broke the golden rune.
The chakra blade flew straight to Yang Chen's position. Yang Chen, who was already prepared, took out the golden brush and formed a simple barrier with one hand.
But it was still easily broken by the wheel blade, and the sharp wheel blade immediately opened a huge wound on Yang Chen's chest.
The intense pain made Yang Chen unable to stand up for a while, and his clothes were suddenly stained red with blood.
"The newly advanced golden elixir is nothing more than this. For the sake of my fellow disciples, I will destroy your cultivation and spare your life." The ferocious man showed a vicious smile, and his whole body slowly fell to the ground, and he headed straight towards
Yang Chen walked away.
"How dare you!" Yang Chen's eyes were bloodshot, and he glared angrily at the ferocious man who was walking towards him step by step, and tried to fight the enemy with a golden brush.
"Oh? The ancient magic weapon looks quite good. This kind of treasure should not be wasted on a useless person like you." The ferocious man saw the golden writing brush, grabbed it with five fingers, held it in his hand, and began to admire it.
"You! Could it be that you coveted this ancient magic weapon by attacking me?" Yang Chen seemed to have thought of something and said angrily.
"Yes, but no, the magic weapon you have can make up for the hundred years of life I lost. Hey, you got two ancient magic weapons at once. Even if the great elder encounters me, I will have to give in." The vicious man recovered at this moment.
He has returned to normal, and all the golden runes on his body have faded away, but he looks much older.
After collecting the golden brush, the vicious man came to Dongfang Zimo again.
Dongfang Zimo felt a movement in the storage bag, and a green sword flew out on its own.
The vicious man held the two ancient magic weapons in his hands and played with them for a while, then put them away.
Yang Chen, who was squatting on the ground, was suddenly lifted up by an invisible force. The vicious man stretched out his big hand to destroy the golden elixir in Yang Chen's stomach.
"Wait a minute!" Dongfang Zimo shouted with a look in his eyes.
"Don't worry, I won't kill him, I just want something from him." The ferocious man stared away and said with a ferocious smile.
"This matter has nothing to do with Senior Brother Yang Chen. It is all my fault. You let Senior Brother Yang Chen go, and I will let you do whatever you want!" Dongfang Zimo shouted emotionally, fearing that the other party would directly attack him.
"Bah! What qualifications does a dying person have to dare to negotiate terms with me?" The ferocious man said, and his arms went directly into Yang Chen's belly.
A scream came from Yang Chen's mouth, and the sound went straight into Dongfang Zimo's ears.
Dongfang Zimo's pupils trembled, and a strange memory suddenly flooded into his mind. He saw a scene like hell, surrounded by corpses of dead souls, and a long sword filled with violence stood among the corpses.
Unknowingly, Dongfang Zimo's eyes turned scarlet, and his whole body was wrapped in a violent aura.
There is a bloody land not far in front of you, where the remains of monsters and beasts were killed by the ferocious man.
Dongfang Zimo unconsciously raised his palm, and a dark vortex appeared in his palm, directly absorbing the souls of the slain monsters.
The ferocious man with a solemn face was attracted by the strange aura on the side and looked over with a startled expression.
"Hiss! You! What are you doing! Are you a demon cultivator!" The ferocious man was startled by this scene. He kept Yang Chen aside and summoned the chakra blade and held it tightly in his hand.
Dongfang Zimo ignored the ferocious man, but focused on devouring the souls of the dead, and his aura continued to rise.
The ferocious man scanned Dongfang Zimo's cultivation level and found that the opponent was only in the fake elixir realm, but his strength was comparable to that of a golden elixir monk. He couldn't hold back anymore and swung the wheel blade directly towards Dongfang Zimo.
Dongfang Zimo's eyes suddenly fell on the ferocious big man, and as soon as he let go of his anger, he knocked him back dozens of steps without daring to step forward.
Dongfang Zimo clasped his hands in vain, and the ferocious man on the other side, who was shocked by his anger, felt his storage bag fly out uncontrollably.
A ball of black energy shot out, directly destroying the storage bag in the air. Countless scattered magic weapons, pills and other materials fell from the air. On the way, another cyan flying sword flew back to Dongfang Zimo's hand.
Although the vicious man whose storage bag was destroyed was very angry, he also found that something was not right about Dongfang Zimo at this moment. When he thought of this, he immediately wanted to escape from this place.
I saw a dark cloud growing out of the sole of his foot, and then he spurted out a mouthful of blood. The dark cloud enveloped him and he fled away from the light.
But how could Dongfang Zimo let him get his wish? In a few flashes, he suddenly appeared in front of the ferocious man. Under the unbelievable gaze of the other man, he directly chopped off his head. He reached out with his arm and then retracted it. A pearl-sized
He held the bloody golden elixir in his hand and squeezed it hard, turning it into countless golden lights and dissipating.
After Dongfang Zimo finished all this, his anger subsided and he fell down.
But before he hit the ground, he was held up by an invisible force, his figure flashed, and Yang Chen appeared directly next to Dongfang Zimo.
From beginning to end, Yang Chen's golden elixir was not destroyed by the vicious man.
But on his abdomen, his robe was scratched, revealing a layer of golden armor, and judging from the aura emanating from the armor, it was a top-level magic weapon.
It's just that the armor has been severely deformed at this moment, with four holes digging into Yang Chen's flesh, causing blood to drip out.
After Yang Chen checked that Dongfang Zimo was okay, he suddenly felt relieved, but he was still a little horrified by what he just saw.
After swallowing some pills to stop the bleeding, Yang Chen pocketed all the magical weapons scattered on the ground, including the vicious man's chakra blade.
The Wind God Boat had been destroyed, Yang Chen released a giant sword and took Dongfang Zimo away from this place.
Just a quarter of an hour after the two left, a dozen disciples who were fast escaping passed by and discovered the devastated place, as well as the remains of many monster beasts and the corpses of the third elder.
These monks were so frightened that they did not dare to continue chasing. They immediately returned from a long distance and reported everything that happened here to the great elder of the sect.
By the time the First Elder and Second Elder learned of this, Yang Chen and Dongfang Zimo had already fled thousands of miles away.