Immortal Cultivation Family: Start By Accepting Dao Companions

Both of them felt the chilling aura that made their scalps tingle.

They didn't dare to stay in place and wanted to leave.

But they didn't expect that the dark shadow under their feet quickly spread, and the formation behind them was also changing rapidly, forming a encirclement in an instant.

Vaguely, they could see two figures moving quickly, stopping in front and behind them respectively.

"Who are you people? Did you harm my disciples?!" Li Jingshan shouted towards Chen Chuwu, but the latter didn't seem to care at all.

He was busy waving his flag.

This made both of them feel disheartened, and they glanced at each other.

If they couldn't show some real skills, it was very likely that they would meet their end here.

Both of them erupted with their magical powers and attacked fiercely towards one corner. In the middle of the formation, the spirit stones were burning rapidly.

If they let them continue to attack like this, these spirit stones would definitely be depleted.

Chen Feng would never let them leave.

He formed a hand seal with one hand and summoned thunder from the sky.

A scene as if the world was ending appeared, with dozens of terrifying thunder serpents carrying terrifying flames, creating an imposing aura that could destroy the world, pressing down heavily.

Li Jingshan stopped, even with his cultivation, facing such terrifying thunder, he felt extremely fearful.

If he made one wrong move, even if he didn't die, he would be severely injured.

The ultimate technique of the Raging Flame Sect suddenly erupted, and a wall of raging flames rose up, blocking the two of them.

The thunder in the sky poured down at this moment, bombarding the wall of lava like a storm.

In an instant, the earth trembled, and the valley was filled with continuous rumbling.

Li Jingshan had reached his current level through years of experience.

He resisted the first wave of attacks and turned around, wanting to rush into the sky and disperse the thunderclouds.

But how could Chen Feng let him have his way? The black shadow on the ground turned into a giant tree, and countless vines rose into the air, resembling the tentacles of an octopus.

Restraining the movements of Li Jingshan and Yuandao Ren, the thunder in the sky gathered power again and poured down.

"Attack!" Chen Feng shouted, and Xia Jiao beside him erupted with his magical powers. His whole body was like an iceberg, and a cold air spread out instantly.

The ice-blue magical power turned into a wave of cold, and Xia Jiao rushed into the formation like a shooting star, freezing the two who were about to cast their spells.

Li Jingshan and Yuandao Ren felt a chill, and their bodies were instantly frozen, and their magical powers were suppressed.

They suffered a direct hit from the thunder in the sky, and their injuries were quite severe.

"You are Xia Jiao!" Under the bombardment of thunder, the two of them didn't perish.

But their injuries were not much better, with their skin torn and their magical powers in chaos.

Their aura also declined significantly, and their strength was at least reduced by sixty percent.

As a newly promoted Gold Core cultivator and a high-ranking member of the Raging Flame Sect, Xia Jiao naturally knew about this matter.

The portrait was also sent up, and the face of the person who caused trouble for the country made Li Jingshan's heart beat faster.

He was still thinking about waiting for the return of the Venerable and going to the Chen family for a marriage proposal.

But he didn't expect...

"So it was you who killed my disciples and ambushed us!" Li Jingshan's eyes were about to burst, wanting to demand an explanation.

"It's your disciples who deserved to die!" Chen Feng stepped out of the shadows, looking coldly at the two miserable figures.

"Chen Feng!" Li Jingshan looked like he wanted to eat him.

"Don't be like this. If you didn't know, you would think I'm the villain." Chen Feng snorted, and the long sword in his hand fell steadily.

"What villain? You!" Before Li Jingshan could finish speaking, Chen Feng didn't bother to listen to him anymore.

Villains die from talking too much. Less talk, more action, that's the way to survive.

In case I say a few more words to him, and at this moment this turtle grandson is holding back some big move, wouldn't that be a reversal in the face of adversity?

Chen Feng will not allow such a thing to happen.

It's already a situation of fighting to the death. Killing the opponent and turning them into ashes is the way to establish oneself in the cultivation world.

"Damn it!" Liejingshan cursed angrily, almost being frozen again by Xia Jiao.

With precautions in place, Xia Jiao's secret techniques have little effect on people of the same level.

Not to mention, the opponent is also a fire cultivator.

"In that case, this elder will capture you first!"

"Elder Yuan!"

Liejingshan roared, he didn't think that he couldn't deal with a newly promoted Gold Core cultivator, a cultivator who wasn't even a Gold Core.

Even an injured tiger is still a tiger!

After revealing their true strength, Yuandao Ren was no longer so flustered.

Although the opponent also had a Gold Core cultivator, it didn't matter much. Two Gold Core cultivators against one, the advantage is on my side!

After a moment, the four of them had already exchanged several moves.

One punch, one palm, facing Yuandao Ren's Chen Feng, was also extremely shocked.

Even though his spiritual power had been consumed by more than half and his state had declined by 60-70%, it was still not something he could deal with.

He quickly fell into a disadvantage.

The crimson in his hand had already been slightly damaged under the fierce attacks of the opponent's middle-grade magic weapon hammer.

However, Chen Feng didn't mind, nor was he afraid.

He had already achieved his goal.

Looking at his foot stepping on a piece of sharp stone ground.

With a thought from Chen Feng, the terrain suddenly changed.

The surrounding sharp stones instantly turned into a prison, enveloping Yuandao Ren.

"Slash!"

"Wu Yuan Fist!"

One attack from the front, one attack from above, both aimed at the prison.

Yuandao Ren was taken aback by the sudden change and his mind wavered.

Suddenly.

The giant stones exploded, and Yuandao Ren relied on his experience to resist, using the giant hammer to block Chen Feng's sword edge.

But he couldn't block the giant fist from above, and instantly felt a chill on top of his head.

The hot-blooded punch came, and the fist the size of a sandbag slammed heavily on Yuandao Ren's back.

"Boom!"

The ground was even dented.

What is most terrifying for a cultivator? Being approached by a Physique Refinement Cultivator.

Of course, it's the same for martial artists, but there are no so-called martial artists in this world.

Yuandao Ren subconsciously thought that it was a very powerful Physique Refinement Cultivator who made a move.

As he hurriedly got up and tried to escape, Chen Chuwu kicked him over and hit him with an elbow strike.

One punch, one kick, Chen Chuwu relentlessly attacked the Gold Core cultivator, who had no ability to fight back. Just when he was about to unleash his magic, Chen Chuwu hit him near his dantian with an elbow strike, preventing him from fully utilizing his overwhelming spiritual power.

The battle was already one-sided, with Chen Chuwu's punches hitting the mark, only stopping short of riding on top of Yuandao Ren and beating him.

"It's you who forced me!" Yuandao Ren, who was being held down and had no ability to fight back, shouted in anger.

Since he broke through to the Gold Core stage, wherever he went, he was treated as an honored guest.

But today, he was being beaten like a grandson, and he could see himself being beaten to death.

He couldn't swallow this anger, so he made up his mind, mobilized his spiritual power, and detonated his Gold Core, wanting to die together.

How could Chen Chuwu give him this opportunity?

"Boom!"

Chen Chuwu, as the spiritual power began to go berserk, used his entire body's blood and punched Yuandao Ren's head.