Bang bang bang...·

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"Ha ha·

"Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding----"

The muffled sound, the bitter sound, the loud laughter, the sound of gold and iron clashing, mixed with each other.

They have a deep cultivation, and after they make a sound, they are particularly loud.

The sound can be heard several miles away.

Chu Zhiyuan turned into a transformation and looked down at the fights, without any turmoil in his heart.

The demon clan and the demon clan are also mortal enemies, and they do not have the same enemy spirit as Li Miaotan because they both want to kill themselves and Li Miaotan.

If you meet each other, you must destroy each other.

However, among these two groups of people, there are many calm people, and it is difficult for both to lose.

He saw that the two gods and cultivators did not take action, but just stood outside and stared coldly.

There were two demons who didn't take action.

A middle-aged man in purple robe stood with his hands behind his back, his face as white jade, his eyes as dark as ink, and almost no white eyes.

Next to him was another middle-aged man in purple robe with a cool expression but a respectful expression.

Chu Zhiyuan sighed in his heart.

Things in the world are not satisfactory. They are not puppets and cannot be manipulated by themselves at will.

It is already the limit to achieving this step.

Going further is to attract masters from the Imperial City, but it is likely that the existence of the Xinyue Dao was exposed.

This is not worth the loss.

So it can only be seen how far they can play.

Time passes, and the fight gradually fades.

Four people were seriously injured on both sides, and the rest began to withdraw from the battle circle.

"This time I will spare your lives, next time!" The leader of the demon clan master, a middle-aged man in a mysterious robe, said in a deep voice: "Next time I will destroy you demons with hidden heads and tails!"

A divine cultivator said in a deep voice: "You were you before?"

The middle-aged man with dark eyes said lightly: "It seems that you have been plotted against us and fell on us!"

"It's not you?"

"If it were us, how could you have the fate?" The middle-aged man in purple robe said proudly: "It's ridiculous, your demon clan has always been extremely stupid!"

"Fuck! You are stupid!" Another divine cultivator said coldly: "I don't admit it after doing it, I'm timid and cowardly!"

The middle-aged man in purple robe shook his head, too lazy to talk more nonsense, and said lightly: "Let's go."

He turned around and left.

Other middle-aged men in purple robe raised their seriously injured companions and then floated into the woods.

The masters of the demon clan looked at the middle-aged man in the mysterious robe.

The middle-aged man in Xuanlang waved his hand and said, "Forget it, it shouldn't be them."

He also felt it was reasonable. If the demon masters did it, they would definitely take the opportunity to destroy them, not just killing snakes.

He turned his head and looked around.

"Let's withdraw first." A divine cultivator said in a deep voice.

"Old Hu—"

"It's so weird, I'm restless, I can't stay there anymore!"

".-Yes!" The middle-aged man in Xuanbo finally nodded and said in a deep voice: "Then let's go!"

The Xinyue Knife is suspended in the air, blending with the void, but does not take the opportunity to fly.

It hung quietly in the void, looking down at the movements on both sides of them.

The two god-subduing cultivators suddenly turned around and found no abnormality.

He had to go back again, catch up with his companions, and galloped towards the distance.

Chu Zhiyuan appeared in that valley.

The lush green trees in the valley and the blooming red flowers appear in the bright noon sunshine.

Chu Zhiyuan was in it and felt that the air was a little strange.

With a gentle inhale, the alveoli stretched out and the body was light and about to fly.

He immediately judged that the spiritual energy here was even more abundant.

Outside and inside the valley, the richness of spiritual energy and the degree of purity are very different.

The feeling has been illuminated again.

Just below the pool, there is a black stone.

The size of a walnut is as big as a gem, and it has been cut out countless cross-sections.

It is the source of the richer and richer spiritual energy in the valley.

This black stone is causing the gathering of spiritual energy around it to flow in endlessly towards it.

Most of them are absorbed by black stones, but the continuous influx of spiritual energy also makes the valley full of spiritual energy.

As the spiritual energy poured in, the black stone flickered and breathed like a breath.

Even in the dark ground, it still shines with a black luster, but is blocked by the soil and cannot be discovered by outsiders.

The Xinyue Knife appeared silently above his head, drew an arc and penetrated into the pool with light ease.

The clear water in the pond moved slightly, and a circle of ripples spread out.

In the clear waves, clusters of fish are wandering lightly, leisurely and have forgotten the previous panic.

The Xinyue Knife headed towards the giant snake at the bottom of the pond, drilled into the snake's eyes, continued to walk in, and finally rotated somewhere in the snake's body.

A round hole appeared on the snake's body, and then a yellow round as big as a fist flew out.

It was like a ball made of loess, jumping faintly.

This kind of beating is extremely weak and almost impossible to perceive.

The yellow round ball was held by the Heart Moon Knife, and there was an invisible air hood around it to prevent the pool from approaching.

It flew to the surface of the pond, to the front of Chu Zhiyuan, and was caught by him.

As soon as the palm touched the yellow ball, a faint dragon scale appeared in the palm.

The dragon scales are faintly vague and densely covered with patterns.

These patterns seem to be wandering like they come alive, as if they are blood vessels and meridians, with blood and qi flowing in them.

The yellow ball began to shine, becoming brighter and brighter, and the soft yellow light slowly penetrated into his palm.

He closed his eyes and felt the feeling of the strange aura blending into himself.

This is the blood of the dragon at work.

The dragon scales are becoming clearer and clearer. They were originally just phantoms, but now the phantoms are becoming real one by one.

Start with the back of your hand, spread upwards, to your wrist, elbow, shoulders, then to your neck, and then continue downwards.

As the scales spread, the yellow light ball in his palm slowly shrank, shrinking in circles.

When the scales spread to his ankles, the yellow light ball was as big as a broad bean.

Eventually disappears completely.

Chu Zhiyuan opened his eyes, and the yellow light flashed through his eyes, returning to the depth and brilliance.

He felt the power from his body and gently snatched it.

The dragon scales disappeared without realizing it, and their skin was as white as jade.

He gently grasped his palm, and a faint sound of rupture came from the palm.

"Bang bang" two sounds.

It seems that two beads were pinched and exploded.

He smiled.

This time, what is enhanced is not only physical fitness, but also defense.

He had a vague feeling, as if there was no power in the world that could break through his own defense.

Whether it is a sword that cuts iron like mud or a pure and sharp true energy.
To be continued...