Cultivation begins with the mysterious little tripod

Wenren Ziyue looked at the man in black whose aura changed drastically. She recognized this man as Wenren Shuiyu's husband.

But it was not unexpected. With his seven orifices as exquisite as her, she had already noticed that this person had evil intentions, but she never thought that the disaster of Wenren's family really came from this person.

"I've met senior!"

Wenren Ziyue bowed her hands and saluted. After her state of mind changed, she seemed not even that afraid of death.

"This junior didn't use any special means, he just applied a defensive talisman on the restriction."

"Defense Talisman?" Huang Chen squinted his eyes. He looked at Wenren Ziyue, whose expression remained unchanged and neither humble nor arrogant. He then looked at a group of young men and women hiding behind him, who were pale and fearful of him like wolves. They looked a little strange.

However, based on his cultivation, he could tell that the woman in purple dress with a birthmark on her forehead was different from when he saw her half a year ago. He felt a little shake in his heart and shouted coldly:

"Bring it to me and take a look!"

"Senior, we've used it up." Wenren Ziyue was neither humble nor overbearing, causing the seven or eight male and female monks behind her to feel frightened and frightened. Not only was he afraid that the black-clothed devil would kill them quickly in anger, but he was also shocked to hear that Ren Ziyue was calm and not afraid of life and death.

In the eyes of the woman in blue named Wenren Lanhe, Wenren Ziyue's back was magnified infinitely in her eyes, making her feel awe in her heart for no reason.

"Heh... it's all used up. If that's the case, then you're of no use. Just kill it and you'll be done with it."

Huang Chen felt a little irritated when he saw the calm and composed eyes of the woman in front of him. In addition, he had already felt Wenren Qingcang's aura coming at a rapid speed. He immediately snorted with murderous intent, waved his hand, and the poisonous mist surged behind him again. It moved and turned into a huge poisonous python. It roared and showed its fangs, attacking Wenren Ziyue and the group of young men and women behind her.

Afterwards, Huang Chen was about to leave without looking back. There were only a few little babies of Qi Refining monks in the early stages of foundation building. They didn't need his attention. The reason why he came here was just because he had noticed the poisonous mist here before. There are just signs of collapse.

But just when he turned around and was about to run away, he suddenly felt that the python of poisonous mist condensed casually, and the contact was broken.

In surprise, he quickly turned around and saw the poisonous python completely annihilated under a flash of three-color thunder.

Behind the weird thunder, a slender black figure slowly emerged. Huang Chen was immediately surprised and even raised his voice a bit:

"It's you!"

"Why are you here?"

"Fellow Daoist Huang, I haven't seen you in three months. Your appearance has changed a lot." Wang Fu looked at Huang Chen with a half-smile, "You can't care if you kill other people, Jiang, but Ziyue calls Mr. Jiang, but I can't let you just do that. Kill."

"Humph, each other, this Wenren family is really upright. They have six disciples, and three of them have problems." Huang Chen couldn't see through the aura of the person in front of him, but the other party easily annihilated his poisonous mist. His strength should not be underestimated. In addition, he was in the Wenren family and Wenren Qingcang was approaching. Now was definitely not the time to make enemies casually.

"Since Fellow Daoist Jiang wants to protect this little girl, Huang will give you some face."

"roar……"

Just at this moment, a dragon roar came from the sky, but it was Wenren Qingcang who arrived.

"Devil, if you harm my people, it will cost you your life!"

Huang Chen frowned, looked up, and then looked down at the second man he knew named "Jiang Yan" three feet away. He immediately stopped hesitating, covered himself with black mist, and was about to run away.

At the same time, he burst into laughter without forgetting to leave an ambiguous sentence:

"It seems I have to leave, Fellow Daoist Jiang, just say goodbye."

"Stay." Wang helped him.

"What else can you do, Fellow Daoist Jiang?" Huang Chen frowned and paused.

"Are you the secret son of the Blood Demon Sect?" Wang Fu said calmly, his consciousness beyond the golden elixir realm locked on this person.

Huang Chen was startled for a moment, his eyes flashed for a moment, and then he said with an impermanent expression:

"Blood Demon Sect... Anzi? Fellow Daoist Jiang is joking... Huang is just a casual cultivator..."

However, before he finished speaking, the figure of "Jiang Yan" was lost in his eyes, and then an extremely dangerous feeling came from behind, making his scalp numb and all the hairs on his body standing upside down. He immediately used the escape technique that he was ready to take off. It turned into a black light and shot out.

But instead of disappearing, that feeling became more and more intense. At the same time, the feeling of the clothes being torn behind him came, making Huang Chen feel like he was dying.

He shouted loudly and continuously performed escape techniques, moving left and right in the space trying to get rid of the threats behind him. At the same time, he shouted loudly and forcibly sacrificed his magic weapon. The small green bottle reappeared, spraying out a thick green flame and rolling it behind him. .

"Huh? It's a pretty good middle-grade magic weapon!" Wang Fu paused slightly as he looked at the poisonous fire coming towards him.

Huang Chen seized the opportunity and turned around, just in time to see Wang Fu who was a little stunned.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, you..."

He was shocked and angry, but before he could say anything, he saw a three-color divine thunder rushing towards him. With a flash of lightning and a "tear" sound, it broke through the poisonous fire blockade, and the three-color thunder filled his eyeballs.

"No……"

There is no way to avoid it.

Huang Chen's eyes were cracked, his potential was stimulated, his skills were running, and layers of protective sword light blessed his whole body. At the same time, he kept retreating, but he was nowhere faster than the speed of Thunder.

In an instant, lightning struck and the sword shattered.

There was severe pain in the abdomen, the Dantian was shattered, and the whole body was filled with the paralyzing power of thunder and lightning.

At the same time, a voice that seemed to come from hell rang in his ears, a black eye occupied his eyes, and fear swept through Huang Chen's whole body and mind.

"Fellow Daoist Huang, why are you running so far?"

Wang Fu asked calmly, and at the same time stretched out his palm and pressed it on his head.

Soul search!

Everything happened in a very short time, from Wang Fu's appearance, raising his hand to annihilate the poisonous fog, to two black escape lights shooting left and right above Zizhuju, three-color lightning and green poisonous fire flashed, and then Wenren Ziyue and others saw the two people return to Zizhuju, standing only a few feet away from the ground.

One person put one hand on the other's head.

"Who is this..."

"So powerful, such a strong thunder!"

"This senior looks familiar, is he here to save us?"

"Did he defeat that demon? The three-color divine thunder should...should not be a demon cultivator..."

Wenren Ziyue listened to the trembling voices coming from behind, but her beautiful eyes were fixed on the figure in the air, and her heart was beating "boom boom boom".

"Is this the real strength of the master? My eyes really didn't let me down, sir... the master said he showed up for me, so that I wouldn't be killed?"

"Hehe, I haven't felt this way for a long time!"

...

"Roar!"

The dragon roared, and a burst of water cloud light swept across. The poisonous fog around Zizhuju suddenly dissipated, revealing Wenren Qingcang who had arrived late.

He stood on the top of the water cloud fog dragon, holding the formation flag, looking solemn as if he was facing a great enemy, but when he saw Huang Chen falling from the sky and falling heavily to the ground, he was stunned.

He was a little confused.

But his consciousness had long detected that there was another person with a strong aura besides Huang Chen. He looked up and saw a man in black standing not far away, with a smile on his face.

Although he was wondering where this person came from, since he killed Huang Chen, he must be a friend, not an enemy.

After a moment of thinking, Wenren Qingcang looked at the man opposite him and spoke slowly and cautiously:

"Daoyou, what are you doing?"

Wang Fu looked at Wenren Qingcang, who was alert, and smiled faintly. But just as he was about to speak, a woman's voice came from Zizhuju below him.

"Ancestor Qingcang, this is Mr. Jiang who taught Ziyue the art of talismans. The demon just attacked us. Fortunately, Mr. Jiang helped us. Otherwise, we would have been killed. Please be wise, Ancestor!"

Wenren Ziyue flew into the air with the spirit weapon and bowed respectfully to Wenren Qingcang. His handsome face was full of tension and anxiety.

Neither Wenren Qingcang nor Wang Fu expected that Wenren Ziyue would suddenly stand up and block him with his body.

In response, the former narrowed his eyes.

The latter, however, looked quite helpless, and then spoke from a distance across Wenren Ziyue's slender back:

"Daoyou Qingcang, I must have seen you in the Jique Mountains."

While speaking, Wang Fu stretched out his fingers, and a touch of three-color divine thunder flashed at his fingertips.

"You are..."

Wenren Qingcang looked at the three-color divine thunder from a distance, and his pupils shrank.