Dongfang Zimo, who was on the Wind God Boat, glanced at the expression of the monk with small eyes and sharp nose, and felt something was wrong in his heart.
While he was pondering this matter, he suddenly noticed a hint of danger slowly approaching.
Dongfang Zimo suddenly looked back, his heart jumped suddenly, and a ball of light shot towards him. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a crescent staff.
Dongfang Zimo's face was filled with tears. He pulled out the blue sword from his waist without hesitation, and the sword energy flew wildly, knocking the crescent staff away.
The crescent staff kept spinning in the air. The big man with a beard below grasped the crescent staff with five fingers and held it in his hand.
"After a while, no wonder so many people were dispatched to kill you." The bearded man looked solemn and did not dare to stare at Dongfang Zimo in the sky.
"I finally understand. It turns out that you two groups lured us out on purpose." Dongfang Zimo said angrily, holding his sword horizontally in front of him.
"What's going on? The sneak attack didn't succeed!" Seeing that Dongfang Zimo was safe and sound, the little-eyed monk with a pointed nose stared at the big man with a beard and some dissatisfaction.
"Humph! This person is by no means an ordinary person. If it were you, the same result would be the same." The big man with a beard was a little annoyed when he was questioned.
"Okay! Now is not the time for bickering. Let's kill these two people quickly to get down to business." The man in the round collar robe's face darkened and he shouted loudly.
Hearing this, the two monks temporarily suppressed their dissatisfaction and stared at the sky with sharp eyes.
Being surrounded by more than a dozen foundation-building monks, Dongfang Zimo showed no signs of panic. Instead, he calmly withdrew the blue sword and summoned a red long blade with his backhand.
Yang Chen on the side looked down at Zong Ren coldly, patted the storage bag, and a fiery red gourd floated in front of him.
During the original Qi training period, the cultivation level suddenly increased and rose, and it did not stop until the early stage of the golden elixir. The powerful spiritual pressure made all the monks below feel frightened when they saw it.
"Golden elixir monk!"
The man in the crew-neck robe had eyes filled with fear, and he screamed in horror.
"Are you kidding? That person didn't tell us that the other party was followed by a Golden Core cultivator." The monk with small eyes and sharp nose was shocked and angry. He turned around and threw a long sword to escape.
Yang Chen glanced over indifferently, and the gourd in front of him shook, spitting out a large amount of earth fire.
Not long after the little-eyed monk with the tip of his nose flew out, he was wrapped in the earthly fire and burned to death with pitiful screams.
Now that Yang Chen has reached the Golden Core stage, the power of using this top-level magic weapon is even greater than before.
Those accomplices were still willing to fight, but when they saw the tragic death of their comrades, they were so frightened that they immediately dispersed.
"Keep them all for me!" Yang Chen shouted coldly and sacrificed several magic weapons at once.
The earthly fire spewed out by the gourd turned into several fire pythons and rushed towards several foundation-building monks.
Under Yang Chen's urging, the dark purple broadsword also transformed into the shadow of a poisonous scorpion. The poisonous needle at the tail easily broke through the defense of a monk in the middle stage of foundation establishment, killing him smoothly.
Yang Chen even used an ancient magic weapon. The golden brush was spinning in the air, and dozens of golden runes were shot out in all directions, killing many monks at once.
Under this fierce attack, the man in a round collar robe exploded several high-level magic weapons and fled in despair, covered in blood. However, he stopped halfway and turned pale.
"Who is the person who instigated you to attack us!" Dongfang Zimo appeared in front of this person at some point and blocked his way.
"Let me go and I'll tell you." The man in the round-collared robe saw his accomplices perishing one by one. He was heartbroken and said through gritted teeth.
"You and I have no grievances. I don't have to kill you. I just need to answer my questions properly." Dongfang Zimo said expressionlessly.
"But why should I trust you? What if I tell you your problem and you regret it? I want you to swear a poisonous oath now." The man in the round collar robe said warily.
"Hmph! Just search for the soul! Why bother!" Yang Chen suddenly flew behind the man in the round collar and raised his hand to grab the man.
"How dare you!" The man in the round-collared robe was shocked and angry, and his body was suddenly locked by Yang Chen's throat.
The man in the crew-neck robe was well aware of the horror of searching for souls. In desperation, he released the majestic magic power in his body and was about to self-destruct.
Seeing this, Yang Chen snorted coldly, waved his golden brush in the air a few times, and a rune the size of a roulette struck the man in a round collar robe, and his continuous flow of mana was instantly stopped.
"What! Impossible!"
The man in the crew-neck robe was as pale as paper, but the next second Yang Chen's big hand patted his head and began to search for his soul.
Witnessing this scene, Dongfang Zimo frowned slightly and finally sighed.
After a moment, a corpse with dull eyes fell from the air.
And the corpses of more than a dozen monks were lying on the ground, some were completely black, and some were missing arms and legs.
After killing all these people, Dongfang Zimo and Yang Chen left the place on the Wind God Boat.
An hour later, more than a dozen rays of light flew from this place. After discovering the situation here, these people left directly.
Tens of thousands of miles away from Tianping City, Dongfang Zimo and Yang Chen were flying towards a rarely visited place.
After learning that their whereabouts had been discovered, the two naturally no longer had the idea of sneaking into the city quietly, but planned to take a detour. Of course, this also made the road much slower than before.
But what Dongfang Zimo didn't expect was that the princess of Tianping City would really marry that man.
After Yang Chen searched for his soul, the two of them also learned that the man behind this time was the man in white robe who had been trying to kill them.
This person not only wants to take over the princess of Tianping City, but also has the idea of controlling Tianping City.
As for the dozen foundation-building monks, they were originally from Tianping City.
The man in white robe didn't know what method he used to trick these people into working for him.
If this person knew that all the people he sent out had died at the hands of two people, he would definitely come to hunt him down.
Dongfang Zimo and Yang Chen also realized this, so they reluctantly changed their route.
In a certain courtyard in Tianping City, a woman holding a sword ran straight into the courtyard with a solemn expression.
"Princess, Liu Qing has something important to report." The woman holding the sword came to a hall, raised her hands and said respectfully to the room inside.
"Come in." A pleasant voice came from the room.
"Yes!" Liu Qing appeared in front of a woman in palace attire with a few steps.
"What is it that makes you look so ugly?" The princess raised her eyes and glanced at Liu Qing, then asked calmly.
"Reporting to the princess, some elders and guardians in the city suddenly disappeared. Liu Qing made inquiries about this, and it seems to be related to that adult." Liu Qing said with an uncertain look.