"I*"

When Lu Chen heard this, he almost turned his back and thought to himself, "Miss, how could he get the treasure and show off? Now that I'm done, it's a problem to leave."

In fact, Fang Zixin did find the remains of her ancestors, and was so surprised that she was a little lost. She knew it was not good at all when she opened her mouth. When she saw the masters of the Ghost Sect who were eyeing her covetously, her delicate body subconsciously trembled.

"Yes, I'm sorry~" Fang Zixin hid behind Lu Chen in a low voice.

Lu Chen sighed secretly and said to himself: "I'm in trouble now."

The scene suddenly became silent, the ground was completely occupied by monks, and the sword lights of killing in the distance flashed constantly, and the murderous aura gradually spread to every corner of the Yin vein of the Youquan Underground.

In front of the Blood Evil Palace, it was surprisingly quiet. The lowest strength standing here also required the middle stage of foundation building cultivation. The bustling group of people actually reached hundreds of terrifying levels.

Fang Zixin was furious and hid behind Lu Chen secretly, whispered with apology: "Yes, it's my fault, you go first."

In addition to being grateful for Lu Chen's failure to kill him immediately in the Blood Evil Palace, Fang Zixin may not have much affection for Lu Chen. Out of implicating Lu Chen, the little woman's shy appearance did not look like a cultivator in the middle stage of foundation building.

Lu Chen sighed and said to himself: "Do you think you can leave if you want to?" His eyes scandalized around him, and Lu Chen thought to himself: The Nascent Soul Skeleton is still in your hands, for the sake of the bones, I will save you again."

Thinking of this, Lu Chen turned his head and said to Fang Zixin: "Pick up the Blood Evil Sword."

Fang Zixin was stunned, and then saw Lu Chen's firm gaze, and immediately nodded, and bypassed Jin Xiu. Fang Zixin grabbed the Blood Evil Sword and pulled it out suddenly.

The blood-colored light suddenly soared into the sky. Fang Zixin felt the blood tumbling, her heart veins expanded, as if she was rejected by the Blood Evil Sword, and she felt extremely uncomfortable. However, the pain lasted for only a few seconds and then disappeared on its own.

Lu Chen observed his spiritual sense and felt relieved: Sure enough, the soul of the Blood Evil Sword is still there, and ordinary people cannot pull it out at all. Otherwise, Qi Guan and the others would not have entered the hall first and did not take the Blood Evil Sword.

The masters present were all eyeing each other, and their greedy expressions appeared on everyone's faces. However, they were afraid of the strength of the black-robed Jin Xiu, and no one wanted to be the first to be the first, but if Lu Chen did anything next, he would probably be besieged by everyone immediately.

Qi Guan stared at Lu Chen coldly, his eyes lit up, and suddenly he took out the green green soul jade slip with a trace of Lu Chen's soul power from his arms: "Hehe, Lu Chen, don't blame me for not reminding you that your soul jade slip is still in my hands. If you don't want to die, grab this bitch immediately and surrender to me. I guarantee that not only will not hurt your life, but will also let you be the deputy sect leader."

As soon as Zang Xia died, the deputy sect leader was vacant. Qi Guan said this naturally because he wanted to obtain the treasure left by the ghost sword Chen Qu through Lu Chen Bing without bloodshed.

Seeing this, everyone was shocked and thought about how Lu Chen, who was once a subordinate of Qi Guan, had no handle in his hands.

Ma Skull and Zi Long began to think about how to deal with it later. The strength of the random cultivator is stronger than the three of them, and he is secretly accumulating his strength. When Lu Chen comes over, he suddenly attacks to seize the treasure. The remaining monks who followed him all looked tense and planned to gain some benefits in the chaos.

The scene was obviously extremely depressing. Qi Guan and others were quietly waiting for Lu Chen's surrender, but Mou Xing subconsciously moved into the crowd.

In his mind, he kept recalling the expression when Lu Chen handed over the soul jade slip to himself: calm, calm, and a slight deceit in his smile. For some reason, Mou Xing always had a special sense of fear of Lu Chen's soul jade slip. At this moment, when Qi Guan finally remembered to use this thing to threaten Lu Chen, his premonition of unknown thoughts became even more intense.

"Third brother, what are you doing?" Mou Man noticed Mou Xing's strangeness and asked in his divine sense.

Mou Xing replied tremblingly: "No, I don't know, brother, it's dangerous."

"What danger~" Mou Man, Mou Yun was stunned at the same time.

At this time, Lu Chen smiled slightly and said, "Oh, I still forgot that this thing is in the hands of Master Qi, so~"

Lu Chen suddenly stretched his tone. In just one breath, his expression suddenly changed from indifferent to sharpness. His eyes flashed with two black lights, and he exclaimed: "Explode~"

"Peng~"

The green soul jade that Qi Guan was holding tightly, as the sound of explosion in Lu Chen's mouth burst out from the inside out like a brilliant spark. Pure black flames surged out of the jade slip and spread to Qi Guan's forearm. The latter did not even make a surprised expression, and then saw a small black fire dragon spit out a large piece of black gold smoke.

A bunch of black smoke first sprayed on Qi Guan's face, and Qi Guan's huge head burned in an instant. Then the fire dragon waved his head left and right, and a stronger fire mist sprinkled around.

Since the explosion sounded, everyone felt an extremely strange and powerful aura erupting from the soul jade slip. Ma Skull, Zi Long and others responded and retreated. Even the crowd behind them made a clear pass. When people looked back and saw Qi Guan's head wrapped in black fire, the amazing scene immediately made everyone solidify on the spot.

"It's now." Lu Chen was waiting for the opportunity and saw a black and golden spark on Qi Guan's face in front of him. He glared at his eyes and grabbed Fang Zixin's weak and boneless slender hand with his right hand. He jumped into the air, and the black evil clouds quickly condensed under his feet.

"Jin Xiu, open the way~"

Lu Chen shouted, and did not hold back at this time. He slapped his left hand around his waist with his spare hand. The magical instrument phantom ring in the middle made a series of crisp sounds. When the center of the ring was filled with a rippling black and golden ripples spread out in all directions.

The magic sound is intimidating the soul. As soon as this magic weapon comes out, the hearts of the monks who are still killing seem to fall into the bottomless abyss. The eyes are pitch black, and only the bell sound is buzzing and echoing. The three souls are gone. The Qi-training monks who are rushing in and can only be behind the battlefield and are waiting for an opportunity to take the water of the Youquan River even sounded in the moment, and their heads were broken and turned into blood rain. Those who are less powerful will be scattered.

Not only that, Jin Xiu, who was ordered to lead the way, was like a god of killing. His black robe shook lightly, and the golden light flashed in his sleeves. His body was surrounded by thousands of unjust souls. Sometimes the sword was like lightning, killing the enemy under the golden light; sometimes the unjust soul entered his body, grabbing the souls of those innocent creatures to join in, adding countless new souls to the golden sword.

One of them was in the sky and the other was underground, and the speed was extremely strange. From a distance, they rushed to the entrance of the tomb like two balls of black fog and a gust of wind. After a short while, the crowds of people rushing underground were over three levels and all died.

Fang Zixin saw it with her own eyes, and her hair couldn't help but stand on her back. Now he knew how capable Lu Chen was.

Ma Skull, Zi Long, and Luzan, the three early-stage masters of the Golden Elixir stage, achieved the earliest Golden Elixir Avenue, but he was also influenced by the soul-catching sound of the Huanyinling, and briefly lost his mind. When the gods were clear, Lu Chen had already escaped outside the tomb.

"It's a medium-grade magic weapon. I don't believe it, you can escape." Due to Lu Chan's general care, his anger became even more intense, and a green light flashed under his feet and rushed out of the tomb.

Ma Skull, Zi Long looked at Qi Guan, whose head was charred in fear, and inexplicably shivered.

The two looked at each other and said with hatred: "You can't let him run away, he still has a blood evil sword on his body."

Lu Chen's strength was not fully revealed, but it still had a great shock to the two of them. However, such inexplicable fear of the treasure of the ghost sword Chen Qu still could not let them stop.

"Chasing~"

In front of the Blood Evil Palace, Long Kong and others closed their eyes and adjusted their breathing with all their strength. After a long time of hard work, they used their magic power to dissolve the soul-catching bell sound. When they got up, they suddenly found Qi Guan who had lost his breath. The ten city lords looked at each other and sighed.

"Lord Lu, it's so terrible." Wu Yusu's chest kept undulating, as if he had just experienced a big battle, and fragrant sweat dripped down his cheeks and made a sound.

Long Kong's hands were still trembling. He didn't believe that Lu Chen would have such ability. The sudden explosion just now made him almost unable to stand firm. The subsequent sound of the Soul-Slaying Bell made him consume nearly three levels of mana before he woke up from his horror.

It would be impossible not to admit it. Long Kong knew that Lu Chen was much more clever than himself. Now that he thought about the competition he had made, his fear increased.

Mou Man stood up. He was injured by Lu Chen's palm at the entrance, but now he had to rely on Mou Xing. Mou Yun could only get up after helping him. He took a deep breath. Mou Man turned around and looked at the river water that had turned into blood in the distance. He looked at his third brother Mou Xing angrily and shouted: "Third brother, what do you know? Lu Chen has such a strong strength, why didn't he say it earlier?"

Mou Man was furious and accused Mou Xing. Mou Xing shook his head and sighed, "Brother, you don't know anything. Lu Chen's strength is definitely not (7) You and I can compete with each other, you can see it." His eyes moved down and fell on Qi Guan who was unable to rise up, and said, "Even the sect leader is not an opponent, and do you know what the person in the black robe next to him is."

When everyone mentioned that the man in black robe who forced the Lugan to retreat with one knife, everyone looked at Mou Xing in confusion. Mou Xing almost explained in a roaring voice: "That's a golden puppet, do you know? The golden puppet whose strength has reached the late stage of the foundation building is only one step away from the Golden Pill stage. Do you think that those who can refine the golden puppet in the late stage of the foundation building will be weak? Will it?"

"Golden Puppet? Or the Great Perfection in the late stage of Foundation Establishment?" Long Kong and others were stunned, completely dumbfounded.

Old Mou Xing's eyes were wet with tears, and the hysterical roar shocked everyone on the spot. He cried because Lu Chen left without saying goodbye. He didn't know when the black fire in his body would attack, whether it would be immediately or never. It was like a thorn, deeply pierced in his memory and could not be removed.

His eyes turned to Qi Guan, who was charred on his face. He knew that the black fire in his body was of the same origin as the fire dragon that appeared when the explosion just now.

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ps: Today is the fourth update. This is the first one.
Chapter completed!