Wang Song shook his head in disbelief. He didn't believe it at all. The fat man in front of him, who looked like he had only just entered the scene and was not as good as himself, could be the opponent of the Taoist Blood Corpse.
"How is it impossible? Take a look, it was the fat man who cut it with his axe!"
Tian Xingjian became angry on the spot and pointed at the incision on his head.
However, several casual cultivators did not believe him.
"Damn it, if he dies like this, I will cut him into pieces with a thousand knives!"
The eyes of several casual cultivators were red, and their steel teeth were ready to bite into pieces, and they roared heartbreakingly.
The few casual cultivators following behind also yelled and cursed.
Only then did Tian Xingjian see clearly that they were only casually wrapped in shredded clothes. From the exposed skin, it could be seen that their bodies were actually carved with runes by the Taoist Blood Corpse.
There was also a casual cultivator who was being supported by his companions. He had a cut on his forehead and was already very angry. It was obvious that the Taoist Blood Corpse was planning to start skinning and refining him.
Seeing the miserable appearance of these people, Tian Xingjian felt a little sympathy for them.
"Where's Brother Chen?"
Yang Jian didn't see Chen Yang's figure and couldn't help but ask.
"He burned the corpse god of the Taoist Blood Corpse Taoist and left first after saying that he had something to do."
Tian Xingjian said.
"Brother Chen, why didn't you wait for me? I haven't said thank you to him yet."
Yang Jian was a little disappointed when he heard the news.
"What about the body of the Taoist thief?"
Wang Song was holding a broken sword and looking around.
Tian Xingjian saw a spot of coke on the ground not far away and said, "Nuo, there it is."
"Burned?"
Several casual cultivators rushed over, leaving nothing but blackened ashes.
"Where's his storage bag?"
Wang Song turned to look at Tian Xingjian and asked.
"What storage bag? I've never seen it before."
Tian Xingjian whistled, as if it had nothing to do with him.
After these casual cultivators were rescued, they not only refused to thank him, but also yelled at him. Tian Xingjian had long been unhappy.
Anyway, he got the reward that Chen Yang promised, so he didn't care about helping again.
"All burned? Our luggage and magic weapons are all in the Taoist Blood Corpse's storage bag!"
One of the casual cultivators shouted.
"This fat man must have taken it!"
"Yes, it must be him!"
"Give us our stuff!"
The casual cultivators surrounded Tian Xingjian and asked him to hand over the stolen things.
"Is it Fatty, my ax is not sharp, or you are drifting, and you didn't take it even if you said you didn't. As long as I find your things from me, my head will be handed over to you. If not, how about you let Fatty chop it with an axe!"
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Tian Xingjian was also annoyed, opened his arms and said very bachelorly.
"Perhaps they were so anxious that they didn't check the things on the Blood Corpse Taoist's body."
Yang Jian reminded a few people.
Wang Song didn't believe it, and said suspiciously: "How is it possible? How can you kill someone without touching the body?"
"Brother Chen is jealous of evil. He just wants to destroy the evil methods of the Blood Corpse Taoist."
Yang Jian shook his head. He had seen Chen Yang destroy the Yin Demon Sect's skills on the spot, and he was sure that Chen Yang could not tolerate sand in his eyes. In order to prevent the Blood Corpse Taoist's Demon Sect skills from leaking out, he deliberately destroyed the storage bag.
"We, the Yang family, will compensate you for your losses."