"You... are done so soon?"

Looking at Su Chen who was packing up his things, Long Aotian said in confusion.

During this period, he barely refined 10,000 holy stones and only broke through the first level of cultivation, but Su Chen had completely caught up with him.

His sun body plus sun true fire, the speed of refining the holy stone was already amazing.

But it is completely incomparable to Su Chen, the pervert.

"Stop talking nonsense, lead the way."

Su Chen put away the stone leg, left a mark for Lei Yin and the others, then stretched and said, "It's too late to go, and the daylily is probably cold!"

The winner should have been decided on the side of the Blood-Changing Dragon Pool.

Even if others do not have the terrifying refining speed of theirs, the longer the delay, the greater the loss.

Obviously Su Chen has already regarded it as a treasure.

"Okay, let's go!"

"If you snatch the Dragon Transformation Pool, you will be able to break through your body!"

Long Aotian wanted to take this opportunity to break through the fourth level half-saint in one fell swoop before going, but he was afraid that others would take the lead.

"But don't forget, this time I will benefit from the prince's glory!"

Long Aotian was obviously still angry about the matter of dividing the Holy Stone. At this moment, he looked at Su Chen proudly and led the way with a swagger.

...

Above the vast wasteland, rivers are crisscrossing.

On one of the isolated islands, there is a barbarian tribe of a large size.

Now, it has been ravaged by war.

Blood and corpses were shocking in the ravines. Almost all buildings were ignited with raging fires, and thunder continued to fall in the void, turning this place into a purgatory.

According to Long Aotian, many people discovered this place before and joined forces to defeat the barbarian tribes.

Of course, most people just plundered and left.

However, the people from the Tianyuan Dynasty and the Confucian Temple discovered the Dragon-Cultural Pool created by the blood of the Barbarian Dragon Emperor in the mountain stream on the island, and the two sides started a fierce battle.

When Su Chen and Long Aotian arrived, the island was already dead silent, with only blood and fire.

"Have you already snatched it all?"

Long Aotian felt bad and rushed towards the mountain stream.

The island is average in size, except for the large tracts of continuous hills, there is only a steep mountain.

The mountain peaks are all green, not covered by a lot of vegetation, but are stained with green blood.

The rainwater of the mountain spring washed over, bringing the essence of blood down, and finally pouring into the mountain stream. Over time, the so-called Dragon-Crafting Pond was formed.

At this time, there were still two groups of people confronting each other in the mountain stream.

Seeing them panting, messy hair, and bloody clothes, they had obviously had a fierce battle.

But the outcome is not decided, and no one wants to give up.

"Damn, these people are all practicing their bodies. If they really take it first, we will probably not even be able to touch a drop of blood."

Long Aotian observed carefully for a moment and suddenly felt glad.

Fortunately, this Dragon Transformation Pool is only effective in strengthening the body, and most warriors are not interested in it. Otherwise, if the news leaks, everyone will probably flock to it.

"Now both of them are very weak. It's a godsend opportunity for us. Can't we get there?"

Long Aotian looked at Su Chen excitedly.

"What's the hurry?"

Su Chen sat down in the dense forest, smiled faintly, "I guess they will decide the outcome."

At the same time, he also reminded Long Aotian to hide his good breath and not to expose it.

"So you want to wait for them to fight for both sides and then..."

Long Aotian immediately understood and pointed at Su Chen and smiled: "I didn't see that you are so sinister and cunning! But, I like it!"

The two groups of people didn't let them wait for a long time. They only rested for half an hour and fought again.

One side is the Tianyuan Dynasty, but there are many masters from the Holy Land of Shenyin to assist.

The other party is a Confucian scholar wearing simple long gowns, with a grand spirit, looking unique and very eye-catching.

But when they start, these Confucian scholars are not weak at all, but are extremely fierce.

Whoosh swish swish swish swish...

Some of them used their shooting skills to attack from a long time, and suddenly there were hundreds of sharp light arrows raging across the sky, shooting holes all over the void, putting great pressure on the opponent.

Others either use sword skills or control natural power to form a tight formation to attack forward.

Boom boom boom boom...

For a moment, the surrounding soil and rocks flew, and the ancient trees exploded.

A stream of terrifying energy spread out, exploding the hills and causing the sea to flow backwards. The scene was very spectacular.

The number of people on both sides is similar, and the Confucian scholars have significantly stronger willpower and more united. Normally, one side of the Tianyuan Dynasty is no match for it at all.

After all, the overall strength of the Confucian and Taoist Academy is stronger than that of the Tianyuan Dynasty, second only to the Dan Alliance in the Tianyuan Domain.

But the Holy Land genius are the Holy Land genius after all, and their personal strength is extremely strong.

Crack!

The nine sword cultivators of the Holy Land of Gods used sword skills at the same time, as if nine aurora lights were like cutting through the void.

In an instant, a large number of void cracks appeared, destroying the turbulent currents and causing a large amount of damage to the disciples of the Confucian and Taoist Academy.

"Isn't that your Wuji Sword Way?"

Long Aotian didn't expect that the situation would change fundamentally so quickly, and he was a little surprised.

"Hmph, a group of thieves are just stealing."

Su Chen snorted coldly with disdain.

As early as at the Holy Son Canon Ceremony, when he killed the little sword saint Mu Qing in the Holy Land of Shenyin, he had seen the other party use the Wuji sword path, and its power was indeed extraordinary.

At this moment, when both sides were gradually exhausted, the peerless edge of Wuji Sword Dao was fully demonstrated.

Soon, a large number of Confucian scholars who were severely injured were defeated.

The powerful men from the Tianyuan Dynasty and the Shenyin Holy Land rushed forward and suddenly broke down the battle formation of the Confucian scholars like a torrent.

"hateful!"

"We lost to Wuji Jiandao in this battle, not you!"

Seeing that the situation was over, the Confucian scholars roared unwillingly and could only evacuate in a hurry.

"Hmph! How dare you shout if your defeated general?"

"Haha, these Confucian scholars are just stubborn and can't afford to lose!"

The strong men from the Holy Land of Shenyin shouted coldly.

"Since that's the case, why not kill them all?"

A strong man from the Tianyuan Dynasty suggested that he probably had a personal grudge against the Confucian and Taoist dynasty, so he took this opportunity to take revenge.

"Just a bunch of waste, let them live a few more days."

The strong man from the Holy Land of Shenyin refused.

It’s not because they are kind, but because they have all lost their combat power. If they want to kill all the Confucian scholars, they are powerless.

What's more, what they value is the Dragon Transformation Pool created by the blood of the Barbarian Dragon Emperor.

"Okay, it's time for us to show up!"

At this time, Su Chen suddenly stood up and his eyes became sharp.

Feng Shui takes turns, and it’s Su Chen’s turn to kill and seize the treasure this time!

"Hehe, these mobs have greatly damaged their combat power. If you deal with it, wouldn't it be a random kill?"
Chapter completed!