Gou Becomes a Boss in the Fairy World

Slap!

The one-armed male cultivator fell heavily to the ground, blood gushed out of his mouth, and he spat out a large number of internal organ fragments.

His vitality was quite tenacious, and he did not die on the spot after being so severely injured.

But even if Wang Chen didn't make up the knife, he wouldn't be able to live much longer, because Wang Chen's blood had blasted into his body through his arm, shaking all internal organs to pieces, and his dantian completely collapsed.

But at this time, Wang Chen stood still in place, with the appearance of a heavenly dragon faintly appearing behind him!

Heavenly Dragon Vajra Palm!

This sect of Buddhism and Taoism, which was comprehended from the Dharma of Tianlong King Kong, Wang Chen has now reached the state of Dacheng by constantly collecting experience points and adding points twice.

Its power is several times stronger than the Dzogchen-level Vajra Fist.

This monk at the ninth level of qi training was not killed instantly by Wang Chen's palm, so he was already very strong.

Clap clap!

Accompanied by a burst of intensive crackling sounds, dozens of points of cold light shot at him fell one after another.

But it was blocked by Wang Chen's heavy light shield armor.

What fell on the ground was a bunch of blue poison-enhancing flying needles.

This kind of magic weapon flying needle has the power to break the law and armor, and it is very sharp after quenching the poison.

However, only for monks at the level of Qi training, Wang Chen is not only a monk of the Zifu, but his heavy light shield armor has already been cultivated to the level of Dzogchen, which has derived special defensive power.

Not to mention breaking the defense with a mere flying needle, it can't even scratch an itch.

Seeing such a scene, the female cultivator who cast the flying needle suddenly lost her mind and realized that she and others had hit the iron plate.

Cultivator of Zifu!

The female cultivator's heart seemed to be galloping like a thousand horses, and she couldn't cry even if she wanted to.

The dignified Zifu monks pretended to be pigs and tigers, showing the aura of Qi training, which made them think that they had succeeded in their calculations.

As a result, I lost my life!

She flew back without thinking.

Faster than the female cultivator was the scar-faced monk. What this guy just played was not an attack talisman, but a blast talisman for himself, and he escaped from the hall with a gust of wind.

The two did not escape slowly, but unfortunately a red flying sword that was burning with flames suddenly broke through the air and caught up with the female cultivator who was one step behind.

With a flash of sword light, the female cultivator's head flew into the sky.

The scarlet-faced male cultivator caught up with the scar-faced cultivator like lightning, piercing through his body!

[Tiangong+7], [Tiangong+8], [Tiangong+9]

In Wang Chen's field of vision, three information prompts appeared before and after.

It's still a number.

The next moment, the Chiyan Sword flew back upside down and automatically fell into the scabbard hanging on Wang Chen's back.

After killing three monks in a row, Wang Chen looked outside the main hall, and said in a deep voice: "Since your Excellency is here, why do you hide your head and show your tail and dare not show up?"

After a while, there was silence outside.

Wang Chen sneered and said, "Do you want me to invite you out?"

His soul attribute is very high, his perception is extremely sharp, and the detection range of his consciousness is far beyond that of monks of the same rank.

During the battle just now, I noticed movement outside.

In fact, the other party hid it very well, but still leaked a little trace, which was noticed by Wang Chen who was extremely vigilant.

"Oh~"

This time, a helpless sigh came from outside the hall.

An old man in gray robe walked into the main hall, cupped his hands at Wang Chen with a sad face and said, "Sanxiu Yang Yi has met a fellow Taoist, and he didn't mean to offend him, just curious to watch the excitement."

This old man has white beard and hair, and he has kind brows, kind eyes and kind face, and he is obviously from the Purple Mansion.

He lowered his head and glanced at the one-armed monk who died with regret on the ground, and sighed: "I didn't expect that the three brothers and sisters of Qinghe were all planted here today. It's really a karmic retribution!"

Seeing the other party's appearance, Wang Chen's eyes flashed, and he said, "It's a fate to meet each other, let's sit down and talk."

"Also."

The old man in gray robe, Yang Yi, waved his sleeves, and cleared the corpses on the ground, including the blood, out of the hall.

He came to the front of Wang Chen, took out the futon from the storage bag, and sat down by the campfire generously.

This old Zi Mansion cultivator had empty hands, and he didn't gather any mana and aura, so he looked very open and upright.

The vigilance in Wang Chen's eyes faded a lot.

He also sat down and took out a jug of spirit wine and two empty bowls.

Yang Yi's eyes lit up immediately, he sniffled and swallowed saliva, looking like he was about to bleed out.

Wang Chen patted away the sealing clay of the spirit wine, and poured a bowl for both the other party and himself.

The aroma of wine is overflowing.

Wang Chen picked up a bowl of wine: "Please!"

"Thank you very much!"

Yang Yi couldn't wait to pick up the wine bowl.

Drank it down!

After he finished drinking, he smacked his lips, very annoyed: "Oh, I didn't taste the taste!"

Wang Chen smiled, and took out another jar of spiritual wine: "Friends, do as you please."

Yang Yi was overjoyed, and quickly grabbed the jar of spiritual wine that had already been opened and filled it up for himself.

This time he tasted slowly, showing a satisfied expression.

"Good wine, really good wine!"

The old Zifu monk wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve, and murmured, "I never thought I could drink such good wine."

Wang Chen waited for him to finish the second bowl of wine, and then asked, "Fellow Daoist, how long have you been here?"

"how long?"

Yang Yi's expression was a little dazed, he scratched his head and recalled: "It should be more than half a year, at least half a year?"

Half a year?

Wang Chen remembered that the Nine Dragons Underground Palace had been closed some time ago, did the other party come in before it was closed?

He asked again: "Then how did you come here?"

"Sent in!"

Speaking of this, Yang Yi's hair stood on end: "I really saw something evil. It was fine before. I didn't expect something wrong this time, and it spread to an unexplored area."

"I have been looking for the way back, but I have never found it!"

The old monk opened the conversation: "I also met some monks who came in with me, and they couldn't get out. Everyone is trapped here!"

Wang Chen frowned: "Then why don't you go with them?"

"hehe."

Yang Yi glanced at Wang Chen, and said meaningfully: "In this world, people are more terrifying than evil spirits!"

Wang Chen nodded silently.

The other party's words are very reasonable. Many times, people's hearts are much more terrifying than evil spirits.

Rather than walking with people with ulterior motives, it is better to take risks and explore the way out alone, even if you die, you will not regret it.

Yang Yi asked, "Are you new here?"

"Yes."

Wang Chen replied calmly: "It's been half a month, and I was cheated by the teleportation array in the Nine Dragons Hall."

Yang Yi sighed: "Oh, I still expect you to know how to get back!"

He looked extremely depressed: "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come."

"Who would have thought?"

Wang Chen smiled and said, "Are you wondering why I haven't had poisonous hair yet?"

There was a smile on Wang Chen's face, but there was no smile in his eyes.

He looked at the old monk of the Zifu opposite, as if he was looking at a dead person! ——

The second one is delivered.