A few hours later.

Chu Yan felt that the dizziness in her mind had basically disappeared, and her thinking became active again. She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by a ray of light.

After seeing the light clearly, I realized that it was reflection.

Chu Yan's pale face was stunned. Looking at the huge bald head in front of him and the bloodshot eyes staring directly at him, Chu Yan was startled, and his newly awakened mind became confused again.

"Deacon Peng?" Chu Xiang couldn't figure out why the person he saw when he woke up was Peng Zheng?

Chu Yan's face suddenly darkened, and then he realized that he was in a small stone room, and his body was tied to a stone pillar, and there was a restriction and blessing.

Seeing that Chu Yan was awake, Peng Zheng pointed to the empty capsule on the table and asked, "Boy, I'm asking you, where did you get these empty capsules?"

Chu Xiang glanced at Peng Zheng and said nothing. His spiritual consciousness swept over his Dantian. The Dantian was filled with golden spiritual fluid, and his aura was majestic and restrained. Chu Xiang felt as if he could forcefully break away from the restraints on his body with just a slight movement.

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"Are you mute?" Seeing that Chu Xiang did not answer him, Peng Zheng shouted: "Speak quickly, or I will kill you immediately."

A smile appeared on the corner of Chu Yan's lips, and she responded faintly: "There was a person who said he wanted to kill me before, but later, he died!"

Peng Zheng was slightly stunned. He didn't expect that Chu Xiang would dare to threaten him. He immediately said angrily: "If you don't eat the toast, you will be punished with a drink."

Peng Zheng made a secret with his fingers, and a thin needle condensed in his palm, and then said to Chu Xiang: "Give you another chance, otherwise I will destroy your Dantian and cripple your cultivation."

Chu Yan smiled and said, "It's too late to destroy my Dantian now."

"What did you say?" Peng Zheng frowned slightly, somewhat unable to understand Chu Yan's words.

But Peng Zheng understood in the next moment.

The smile on Chu Yan's face was still there, the spirit-casting power of the ten times was fully activated, and the body-protecting spirit shield suddenly unfolded, directly shattering the restriction placed by Peng Song with ease.

There was also a powerful spiritual power that spread rapidly and headed straight for Peng Zheng.

Peng Zheng's expression suddenly changed, and he had no choice but to use his body to resist the spirit power. However, as soon as he touched the spirit power, Peng Zheng was horrified, as if he had hit the majestic sea, and his body was thrown out and hit the ground.

On the wall of the cave.

Without enough time to vomit blood, Peng Zheng reluctantly stood up, took out several talismans from his lock bag, pressed them on himself, and several layers of defensive shields opened, covering him.

Peng Zheng's heart was filled with turmoil, and he looked at Chu Xiang in horror.

"Just the power of the spirit can shock me. How powerful is this?"

The ropes and restraints on Chu Yan's body no longer existed. He looked at Peng Zheng who was curled up in a turtle shell with a strange expression. He did not expect that Peng Zheng was so afraid of death.

Chu Yan's spiritual sense swept over Peng Zheng, and he found that there was a small dark blue solid platform at the bottom of Peng Zheng's Dantian. There seemed to be some lines on the surface of the platform, but the platform was too dilapidated and the lines were incomplete. However, there were

It contains quite a bit of spiritual power.

Chu Yan withdrew his spiritual consciousness and saw a clear understanding in his eyes. That should be the Taoist platform of the Taoist stage. Only by stepping into the Taoist stage can one be truly transcendent. Breaking through the shackles of mortals can increase one's lifespan by more than a hundred years.

Peng Zheng was swept away by Chu Xiang's spiritual consciousness and felt a chill in his heart. He looked at Chu Xiang approaching with a trembling heart and said, "You...what kind of cultivation level are you?"

Although Peng Zheng could only feel the spirit-casting stage's aura from Chu Xiang, he didn't believe that the spirit-casting stage could hurt the Daoji stage at all.

"I wonder if you have ever heard of Zhu Ling Ten Times?" Chu Xiang's eyes flashed and he responded to Peng Zheng. Chu Xiang didn't know about Zhu Ling Ten Times either, and wanted to see if Peng Zheng knew about it.

"Creating a spirit ten times?" Peng Zheng heard this, his eyes were a little dull, obviously he had never heard of it, and said: "Creating a spirit nine times is the ultimate stage of casting a spirit. It is impossible to cast a spirit ten times."

Chu Yan saw the answer when he saw Peng Zheng's reaction, and lost interest in Peng Zheng. Now he wants to try his own strength and see how strong the Ten Spirits are?

"Use all your defensive methods. If you can withstand Chu's three spells, I will spare your life." Chu Night's ten times of cultivation suddenly broke out, causing Peng Zheng's cave to tremble.

, the shield covering Peng Zheng was also shaking constantly.

At this moment, Peng Zheng's complexion was extremely pale, even worse than Chu Yan's complexion.

He immediately took out all the defensive talismans in the locking bag and pressed them all on his body. More than ten layers of shields were added to the outside of his body, making his figure inside the shield blurred.

Before it was over, Peng Zheng took out three more scrolls, went up a little, and summoned three defensive formations from the scrolls to cover him layer by layer. After doing all this, he took out the elixir and swallowed it to protect the body.

The spiritual shield was operating to its maximum, and then he looked at Chu Yan nervously.

At this moment, Chu Xiang was dumbfounded. He had no idea that Peng Zheng had so many defensive methods that he almost didn't have the confidence to break through them.

"How afraid are you of dying to collect this?"

Chu Xiang's face darkened. He had not forgotten Peng Zheng's humiliation. If you do some things, you must be responsible for your actions and bear the consequences.

Karma, retribution and natural cycle are the principles of Chu Yan.

Chu Yan raised his right hand, curled his five fingers and clenched it tightly. A blue fist shadow condensed in his right hand and turned into a foot-sized fist. Under Peng Zheng's anxious eyes, he punched Peng Zheng's shield.

The phantom of the fist flew out and bombarded the shield. The outermost shield could not stop it at all and collapsed directly. Then the phantom of the fist was destroyed all the way, and collapsed one layer after another, until there were more than ten layers.

After the shield shattered, the shadow of the fist disappeared.

Peng Zheng was sweating profusely and his heart was beating fast. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the shadow of the fist disappear. Looking at the remaining two or three layers of shields, his scalp couldn't help but tingle. He thought that if it were him, he wouldn't be able to do it with all his strength.

More than ten layers of shields were instantly shattered.

"These are all inferior spells!"

"Is he really in the spirit-casting stage? The aura on his body is clearly in the spirit-casting stage, but why is he so powerful? Or is it really true that he has cast a spirit ten times?"

Peng Zheng thought hard and couldn't figure out what was going on?

Chu Yan narrowed his eyes slightly. The effect of this punch was almost as he expected, but it was not Chu Yan's full strength.

"Second style." Chu Yan spread his two palms, palms upward, and placed them on his abdomen. Then, between his two palms, the void twisted, and a golden light appeared.

Immediately afterwards, a sharp aura spread in all directions. This aura was as sharp as a sword, cutting holes in Peng Zheng's shield and breaking his last three shields.

Peng Zheng's eyes widened, and the vigilance in his heart rose to the highest level. While recovering himself, he was also working on his cultivation, thinking about how to deal with Chu Yan's technique.

"Just the aftermath of the spell shattered my shield..." Peng Zheng looked miserable, staring firmly between Chu Xiang's palms.

A golden lightsaber took shape, and under the flowing orange light, the cold front was sharp, and it was held by Chu Xiang's two palms.

This was the Thousands of Sword Transformation Techniques that Chu Xiang had practiced. Although it could only condense the shadow of one sword, its power surprised Chu Xiang.
Chapter completed!