Wuyou smiled. His smile was very happy.
The monk also smiled. He was very pleased with himself.
At this moment, the two of them seemed to have the same look in their eyes.
They looked at each other as if they were idiots.
Wuyou said, "It seems that you're very confident."
Monk said, "Of course I'm confident. So I want you to remember that your death is because of me."
Three streams of light came from afar and landed in front of Monk.
Shengyuan looked around and found something unusual. He cried out, "Something's wrong. Something happened here."
Monk was puzzled.
Shengyuan said, "The aura of the Senior Brother guarding here has disappeared."
Monk's face changed. That was a Nine-star Saint Spirit. Not to mention how powerful his combat strength was, he had many life-saving means.
It could be said that the people of the Buddha Clan who came here could be seriously injured, but it was impossible to kill them.
But now, the aura of the Nine-star Saint Spirit had disappeared and a demon was standing on the mountain peak. What did this mean?
Monk had a bad feeling in his heart.
"Look, you can't laugh now, right?"
Wuyou pointed at himself and said, "And I'm still so happy."
"I thought it was strange before, but I didn't know the reason. Now I know that our people didn't meet anyone along the way."
Monk's face changed several times, "Could it be that they were also killed?"
Wuyou snapped his fingers at Monk, "That's right!
Those nearby should be dead, so we found some bait from afar.
But this time, I'm the most satisfied. "
Wuyou looked at Zi Chen and the other two. The more he looked, the more satisfied he was. "Mo Luneng, you've done a good job."
Mo Luneng, who led Monk here, was very excited.
Wuyou waved his hand and Mo Luneng immediately retreated. He stood aside and prepared to collect the four corpses.
Zi Chen's eyes fell on Mount Wuyou below. With his soul perception, he found something strange.
"Are the three of you coming together?
Or all together? "
Wuyou said with a smile, but his eyes lingered on Qingyi and Shengyuan. He ignored Zi Chen.
He didn't need to look at a mere Seven-star Saint Spirit.
Unexpectedly, the woman who didn't look weak actually took the initiative to say, "This has nothing to do with me. I'm just here for sightseeing."
She immediately took a step back and stood next to the monk.
"Oh, that's interesting." Wu You smiled. Then, he looked at Sheng Yuan and said, "Then, it's you."
Shengyuan put his palms together and said, "Amitabha, I'm just a guide this time."
The Saint Source also retreated.
This made Wuyou even more surprised. He could only look at Zi Chen, who had not looked at him directly even once. "What about you?
Is the excuse a passer-by or something else? "
Zi Chen took a step forward and said, "I am the one who wants your life."
Wuyou was slightly taken aback. "Is your brain damaged?
Are you starting to talk nonsense? "
Zi Chen pointed down and said, "That blood contains pure Buddhist power. You must have killed quite a few Buddhas here, right?
Therefore, you are destined to die. "
"To be so arrogant, he's either a fool or an idiot!"
Wuyou said disdainfully. Even though he said that, he still made his move first.
Demonic Qi rolled and instantly moved forward like a black fog.
Qing Yi and the other two retreated and took the initiative to give up the battlefield.
Zi Chen was immediately shrouded by the black fog.
The black fog was rolling violently, and sometimes, powerful aftershocks were stirred up.
"This is not ordinary Demonic Qi. This is called Demonic Cloud Insect."
Wuyou looked at Zi Chen, who was already shrouded in the black fog, and explained, "Once the Demonic Cloud Insect attaches itself to you, you will die. That's how the nine-star cultivator died last time."
Qing Yi and the other two retreated again. They had no intention of helping.
The surging black fog gradually quieted down.
Wuyou looked at this scene and was even more disdainful. "This is your strength?
There were two five-star cultivators in front of you who could still struggle a little, but you can't even make a splash.
It seems that in this place, without relics, your combat strength will be greatly reduced. "
Suddenly, the black fog began to shrink rapidly and disappeared quickly.
"This is impossible!"
Wuyou's expression couldn't help but change. He could no longer maintain his previous calmness because he sensed that the Demonic Cloud Insect's life force was disappearing.
Zi Chen stepped forward and walked out of the black fog. The black fog, which had already solidified, fell to the ground.
Wuyou's expression turned cold when he saw that all the Demonic Cloud Insects he refined had died. "Do you know how precious those Demonic Cloud Insects are?
How dare you kill them all? "
Zi Chen said indifferently, "At this time, shouldn't you be worried about your own life the most?"
The two rushed forward at almost the same time.
"Die!"
Wuyou threw a punch. Endless demonic Qi surged, and the whole world became dark.
Zi Chen also threw a punch, and there was the sound of rolling thunder.
When the two fists met, the whole world fell silent. Then, a powerful explosion occurred, and countless waves of Qi retreated with a powerful force.
Wuyou's body was sent flying for hundreds of meters. After stabilizing his body, his expression changed again.
In the distance, Mo Luneng, who was waiting to collect the corpse, also had a shocked expression.
Last time, the Nine-Star Divine Spirit secretly guarding this place couldn't send His Excellency flying. He didn't expect that this person, who was only in the Seven-Star Realm, could have such means.
At this moment, Mo Luneng had some misconceptions. Could it be that having hair made the Spirit Race stronger?
After all, their opponents had always been hairless.
Waves of pain came from his right arm, so Wuyou didn't want to continue to fight with his opponent. If they exchanged another blow, his arm would probably be shattered.
In terms of physical strength, he was obviously weaker.
Wuyou had killed many Seven-Star Spirit Race, but this was the first time he had killed someone with such powerful strength.
Since attacking didn't work, he decided to attack from afar.
Demonic Qi surged around his body and gradually turned into a black flame.
He looked at Zi Chen and said coldly, "This is the Demon Race's Positive Demonic Fire. Although it's still one level away from the highest level-nine, it's enough to kill a Seven-Star like you. Before you die, do you have any last words?"
"Flames?
I have some too. "
Thunder Fire appeared in Zi Chen's palm, and an ancient aura began to spread.
"I'll take these as your last words."
The Demonic Fire on Wuyou's body twisted and left his body, turning into a huge palm, and went straight for Zi Chen.
Demonic Flame Palm.
Not only was its power extraordinary, but its speed was also its strength.
Almost in an instant, it was in front of Zi Chen. However, just as it was about to grab Zi Chen, a palm made of Thunder Fire appeared out of thin air and collided with the Demonic Flame Palm.
Boom!
The two huge palm prints collapsed at the same time, forming a powerful wave that flooded the surroundings, including Zi Chen.
Wu You snorted coldly once more, and then his pupils constricted.
He saw a straight ray of light suddenly rush out from the turbulent energy, like a golden lightning, and arrived in front of Wuyou.
Wuyou's expression changed drastically, and a light screen appeared in front of him.
The golden light approached with an indomitable will.
Slap!
The light screen shattered instantly.
The golden light disappeared.
Wuyou's body was suspended in midair, and his chest was pierced by a black spear.
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The turbulent energy dissipated, and layers of ripples surged for nearly a thousand feet before disappearing.
The world suddenly became quiet, so quiet that it was hard for people to get used to it.
Mo Luneng covered his mouth and tried very hard not to cry out in surprise.
The invincible master in his eyes had been pierced through the chest by a Seven-Star Spirit Race.
Behind him, Sheng Yuan shouted Amitabha.
It was the first time Tyrant saw Zi Chen fight. Although it was expected, he was still very surprised.
Qing Yi's expression changed slightly, as if she was a little surprised.
"You're very fast, but unfortunately, compared to me, you're still a little slow."
A faint voice sounded.
It was Wuyou.
It came from the sky.
Wuyou, who was in front of the spear, turned into a piece of demonic jade and shattered with a bang.
Zi Chen looked up at the sky.
He saw a huge net falling from the sky.
What made up the net was not threads, but countless blades, connected head to tail.
Wuyou stood in the sky and looked down at Zi Chen. His gaze was cold, as if he was looking at a dead man.
The space around Zi Chen was being compressed intensely, making it impossible for him to escape.
It seemed like he could only be trapped in the net.
Sheng Yuan was a little worried. As a mighty figure of the Buddha Race, he did not notice when Wuyou dodged.
If the two of them were to fight, he would have to admit that he was already dead.
He was a little worried for Zi Chen.
At this moment, Zi Chen put away his spear, and a Sacred Talisman Brush appeared in his hand.
He drew the brush.
A straight ray of light shot out from the tip of the brush, as if it was the most beautiful ray of light in the world, rising into the sky.
Wherever the ray of light passed, the space was split into two.
Since it could even slice space, this black net was naturally nothing.
The net was split in the middle, but the ray of light did not dissipate. Instead, it headed straight for Wuyou.
Swoosh!
The ray of light pierced through Wuyou's body.
Blood splattered in the sky, but Wuyou's body was nowhere to be seen.
"Is this guy playing with disappearance?"
Tyrant muttered.
Zi Chen's gaze fell on Mount Wuyou below. "Since you want to lure me over, let's go take a look."
Zi Chen descended from the sky and landed on Mount Wuyou.
"Tyrant, I'll leave that guy to you."
It was Mo Luneng who did not manage to escape in time.
"Don't worry, he's just a four-star."
Tyrant laughed and rushed towards Mo Luneng. "Come, let's see how I'll kill you!"
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Zi Chen landed on Mount Wuyou. Qing Yi and Sheng Yuan followed him, and no one cared about Tyrant anymore.
"Is there something unusual here?"
Seeing that Zi Chen's gaze was fixed on a certain spot, Sheng Yuan asked.
Zi Chen pointed the Sacred Talisman Brush in his hand forward. Ripples surged out, and a passage appeared.
Sheng Yuan's expression changed. At this moment, he finally understood the Buddha Lord's meaning.
Zi Chen put away the Sacred Talisman Brush, took out his spear and shield, and strode in.
He was on high alert, but he did not encounter any surprise attacks during this period.
When Zi Chen arrived at the interior of the mountain, what he saw was not billowing demonic aura, but pure Buddhist power.
It was as if he had arrived at a certain Buddhist hall.