"The little beast is quite capable. He can even find the armored puppet at the peak of the pulse realm!"
This elite cultivator of the Netherworld Cult had a fiery look in his eyes.
"As long as I kill you, this armored puppet will be mine!"
The armored puppet is a powerful puppet made from the essence of iron and supplemented by a special method. It is invulnerable and has infinite strength.
Even though this armored puppet only has the peak cultivation level of Tongmai Realm, it can easily defeat the warriors of Linghai Realm.
The way to deal with the armored puppet is also very simple, that is, just kill the person who controls the armored puppet.
"Then we have to see if you have the ability."
Fang Chen sneered, and with a thought, the armored puppet that had obtained the Shen family's treasure house turned into a bolt of lightning again and punched the opponent.
"No matter how powerful this armored puppet is, it is just a dead thing after all!"
The man sneered and said, "Leave this armored puppet to me, you go and deal with him!"
"Don't worry, a mere ant in the Tongmai Realm can't make any waves."
Another elite cultist laughed sarcastically, and his first-level cultivation in the Spirit Sea Realm completely exploded.
As soon as he took a step forward, the dust on the ground was scattered, but this man was already shooting towards Fang Chen like an arrow from a string.
“Well done!”
Fang Chen’s eyes lit up, and the spiritual power in his body was also running rapidly.
The elite cultivator of the Nether God Religion in front of him is much better than the masters Zhu Rong and the others found.
But the meridians opened up are just ordinary meridians, not the twelve regular meridians and the eight extraordinary meridians.
Fang Chen really wanted to see how long it would take for him to defeat a strong man in the Linghai Realm head-on with his current strength.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
This elite cultist was extremely fast and punched out like a dragon at the same time, forming a shadow of a fist and heading towards Fang Chen.
Fang Chen's eyes flashed brightly. Facing so many punches, Fang Chen just punched them out.
「Boom!」
Punch out, and the wind rises.
Dozens of fist shadows broke open instantly, and at the same time, Fang Chen slapped the opponent's chest with a palm as fast as lightning.
Crazy Lion Palm!
This is the martial arts of the Fang family. Although the level is not high, in Fang Chen's hands, it bursts out with unparalleled power.
The most peculiar thing is that the three bloody lions have not only become larger and more powerful, but their images have also gradually changed.
Humiliarly, it looks a bit like a dragon.
Crazy Lion Palm is obviously only at the middle level of the Yellow level, but at this moment, it has reached the top level of the Yellow level, and it is still the top one.
"Is this the integration of the Qi-Blood Dragon Elephant into the martial arts vision? How is it possible?"
The elite believer's face changed, but there was not much fear.
It's just a top-grade martial arts student in Huangjie, so he doesn't take it seriously.
"Bang!"
I saw this elite cultivator of the Nether God Religion, whose cultivation in the spiritual sea realm completely exploded, forming a spiritual shield covering himself.
At the same time, the eyes of the elite cultists flashed with cold light, their fingers were like hooks, and the fingertips even had a dark light shining, and there was a faint fishy and pungent smell.
Obviously, this martial arts contains extremely poison!
"Five Poison Claws!"
The elite cultist smiled ferociously and grabbed Fang Chen's chest with one claw.
If Fang Chen is caught, even if he doesn't die, he will still lose half his life.
「Ouch!」
Three ferocious bloody lions roared together, merged into one, became more powerful and domineering, and bumped into each other.
"Crack!"
The mad lion collided with the elite cultist's five poisonous claws and broke apart on the spot.
"That's all!"
The elite cultist looked disdainful and laughed mockingly, and the claw wind became even faster, grabbing at Fang Chen.
Just when the poisonous claws were about to catch Fang Chen, a cold and harsh light flashed in Fang Chen's eyes.
"Yan!"
The next moment, a dragon's roar came out of Fang Chen's body, and he opened his mouth to spit it out.
Golden light bloomed and shot through the sky.
At this moment, everyone within a hundred meters radius felt a cold light rising from their backs, and their energy, blood, and spiritual energy felt as if they were pierced by ten thousand swords.
Whether it was Zuo Qiu Chang Zai or the incense master from the Nether God Cult, their expressions changed slightly at the same time and they turned around to look.
"Such a strong sword spirit!"
Zuoqiu often had a gratified smile in his eyes.
"Idiot, get out of the way!"
But the face of the incense owner changed and he shouted coldly: "You can't take this sword!"
But everything was over.
"Pfft!"
The golden sword light, as thin as an ox's hair, broke through the void, pierced the spiritual shield, passed through the chest of this elite cultist, and flew out from the back.
But the golden sword light turned back in the air, penetrated the man's head again, and flew out from between the eyebrows.
"Uh..."
This man was shocked and looked at Fang Chen in disbelief.
"Sword... repair?"
He opened his mouth and made a sound as thin as a mosquito's fly, blood surged from his mouth, and then he fell to the ground and died.
Instantly killing a person in the spirit sea realm, Fang Chen's expression showed neither sadness nor joy, and there was no fluctuation at all.
"It seems that he has learned your lineage of contemplation."
The Nether Incense Master looked at Zuoqiu Changzai, and the coldness in his eyes became stronger: "The more this is the case, the more he must die!"
"At least, you can't kill him."
Zuoqiu Changzai smiled slightly, then raised his palm and pressed it towards the incense master of the Netherworld Cult.
"Buzz!"
I saw a giant palm with condensed spiritual power emerging from the void, pressing hard towards the Netherworld Incense Master.
This palm does not have the feeling of blocking out the sky and the sun, but it contains the terrifying power of a strong man in the cave world, enough to destroy a small mountain.
And the Netherworld Incense Master was not to be outdone. The spiritual power surged in his hands and he pushed upwards.
"Rumble!"
I saw a spiritual shield that was no weaker than the giant spiritual palm emerging, and pushed upward to block the giant spiritual palm.
But looking at it, it seems to be similar to what Zuoqiu Chang was thinking about.
The two sides were in a stalemate, and it was difficult to tell the winner for a while.
But the Netherworld Incense Master felt inexplicably anxious.
Because now that Fang Chen has his hands free and he is a swordsman, if he interferes in the battle between him and Zuo Qiu Chang Zai, the consequences will be disastrous.
Just as he thought, Fang Chen was preparing to look for an opportunity to assist Zuoqiu Changzai after killing an elite member of the Netherworld Cult.
At this moment, a violent sound came.
Fang Chen turned his head and looked, suddenly with a look of surprise on his face.
I saw the armored puppet being blown away by the elite cultist, crashing through the alley, and being buried among the scattered stones. It was unable to break free for a while.
“Hey, that’s pretty smart.”
Fang Chen didn't expect that this person would think of this method and temporarily get rid of the armored puppet.
"Boy, I really underestimated you!"
The elite cultist looked at Fang Chen and found that his companion had been killed by Fang Chen, and his expression changed.
"I'll give you one last chance, right now..."
"That's a lot of nonsense."
The golden light in Fang Chen's mouth flashed again, and it flashed away at a speed that was difficult to catch with the naked eye.
"Not good!"
This elite cultist's face changed wildly, and he retreated crazily, intending to avoid Fang Chen's killing move.
But the golden sword light has appeared at its throat, easily piercing it.
ifier
The man covered his throat, but he couldn't suppress the blood gushing out.
He looked at Fang Chen unwillingly and hit the ground heavily.
Another elite cultist, die!
The golden sword light returned to Fang Chen and turned into a dragon chanting sword. The sword energy overflowed, like a divine weapon.
Fang Chen looked at the incense master of the Nether God Sect. In the sword palace, the Hongmeng Sword Qi was boiling like hot water.
"Yan!"
On the Long Yin Sword, the sword energy as powerful as hell bloomed crazily, just like a blue dragon awakening, pointing directly at the incense master of the Netherworld God Sect.
In an instant, the sword energy soared into the sky.