Saint Ancestor of Void Extreme

"Escaped?"

Chu Jingtian narrowed his eyes.

Divine thoughts swept away immediately.

Wow!

A ripple that could only be seen on the spiritual level quickly spread out in all directions with his body as the center. In an instant, the situation of the entire Shengyuan Mountain and even hundreds of miles around the Shengyuan Mountain appeared directly in Chu Jingtian's mind.

In his mind, Qing Yuan was already dragging his half-broken body and escaping towards the distance.

"How could I let you escape?"

Chu Jingtian snorted coldly.

Just as he was about to pursue him, the Taoist gods surrounding him gathered around him again.

"Huh?"

Seeing this scene, Chu Jingtian couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

Under normal circumstances, these Taoist gods would have run away in fear when they saw him killing him. How could they dare to surround him? He immediately raised his eyes and saw a green mist entwining the heads of these Taoist gods.

This piece of green mist condensed into one, like a green snake. This green mist is obviously some kind of method by Qingyuan, and he controls these Taoist gods through this method!

"Hmph, at the critical moment, do you want to push these Taoist gods out as shields?"

But in just a short moment, Chu Jingtian understood the reason.

"In that case, I will kill these Tao gods first, and then I will kill you!"

Chu Jingtian narrowed his eyes, clenched his fist, and punched it out suddenly.

"Boom!"

A loud noise rang out.

Lei Jun, who sneaked up from behind, was directly blasted by his punch, and his body turned into countless electric snakes. Only his painfully struggling head was still suspended in the void. He was struggling to use his power to rebuild his broken body. Combined, they can resist the suction of the Qiankun Cloud Iron Kettle.

But in the end, it was turned into a bolt of lightning and swallowed on the spot.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

There were bursts of explosions.

Even Qingyuan is not Chu Jingtian's opponent, let alone these Taoist gods?

With Chu Jingtian's full firepower, these Taoist gods were beaten to pieces on the spot, and were finally put into the Qiankun Cloud Iron Pot by Chu Jingtian. In just half a stick of incense, the Taoist gods who had been entrenched in this area for hundreds of years were uprooted by Chu Jingtian!

"Mr. Chu, that old ghost Qingyuan has escaped!"

Du Bai looked at Chu Jingtian with admiration.

With such a powerful strength, no wonder even Han Yaksha has to treat it with caution.

"He can't escape!"

Chu Jingtian glanced at the distant void, where Qing Yuan had lost all traces of his figure.

He touched the Qiankunyun Iron Kettle that was still shaking and struggling in his hand. With so many ghosts and hundreds of Taoist gods in the first and eighth realms packed into it at once, even the Qiankun Cloud Iron Kettle has reached its limit.

"I have planted the soul mark on Qing Yuan's body. As long as he is still in this world, he will not be able to escape my pursuit!"

After saying that, he glanced at Dubai: "Go back to Han Yaksha and tell him that these Taoist gods are related to the Heavenly Palace, and let him report to Hong Luosha. At the same time, let all the Silver Yaksha clear these Taoist gods in their own territory and not give them to them. Opportunity to make it big!”

"What about you?" Dubai asked respectfully.

"I'm going to chase Qing Yuan! I'll borrow this Qiankun Cloud Iron Kettle for a while and return it to Han Yaksha when I return to the underworld!" After Chu Jingtian finished speaking, he already retracted his right hand.

The Lingxiao Sword stuck on the ground had already flown into his hand.

The Lingxiao sword had lost its previous luster, and the sword was penetrated by green mist, as if it had penetrated deeply into the sword.

"This Qingyuan is really difficult to deal with. If he hadn't underestimated the enemy at first and then was scared out of his wits by me, I might not be able to defeat him this time!" Chu Jingtian put away the Lingxiao Sword.

The Lingxiao Sword is covered with Qingyuan's vitality, and this energy will not dissipate unless he is killed.

"It's a pity that he has missed the best opportunity. Now that I have hundreds of Taoist gods, plus hundreds of thousands of ghosts, it is enough for me to easily reach the middle stage of the triple eighth realm!" Chu Jingtian narrowed his eyes.

Each of these Taoist gods has thousands of ghosts as subordinates.

Although their strength is not high, their strength lies in their large numbers.

As for those Taoist gods, in Chu Jingtian's view, each of them contained extremely powerful soul pills.

They turned to Shintoism, enjoyed the incense and offerings of mortals, and took countless heavenly and earthly treasures. It's just that the soul is so filthy that it's difficult to exert its full power. Even Qing Yuan is like this.

Although he does not accept incense from mortals and only accepts offerings from Tao gods, it has greatly reduced the pollution of his soul. But it is still unavoidable. As time goes by, he will inevitably become a chaotic beast.

Thinking in his mind, Chu Jingtian turned into a silver light and quickly chased in the direction Qingyuan left.

Compared with these Tao gods, Qing Yuan is the real boss, and it is impossible for Chu Jingtian not to pursue him.

However, he was not in a hurry.

After all, this area is the territory of the underworld. As long as Dubai returns to the underworld branch and passes the news back, the entire underworld will immediately start to move, forming a big net, and Qingyuan is the fish in this net!

While he followed Qingyuan leisurely, he continued to refine the Taoist gods in the Qiankunyun iron pot.

The souls of these Taoist gods are mixed, and they have been infected many times. Chu Jingtian does not dare to swallow them directly. Maybe some people don't care, but Chu Jingtian is not willing to let an extra paragraph in his mind that does not belong to him. memory.

What's more, he now has plenty of time to slowly follow Qing Yuan.

After all, in the previous battle at Saint Yuan Mountain, Qing Yuan's strength was no less than his own. If the opponent was forced to jump over the wall, wouldn't it be beautiful to counterattack before death? Therefore, Chu Jingtian's move was also to exhaust the opponent's vitality.

One day, two days, three days...

As time went by, the pursuit not only showed no sign of ending, but instead intensified.

"Damn, damn, damn!"

Qingyuan's scales grew angry.

While he ran away in panic, he kept feeling behind him.

"How can this kid be so good at chasing?"

"I have obviously removed the spiritual mark he left on me, but he can still find me!"

As early as the next day, he discovered that Chu Jingtian had planted a spiritual mark on his body and removed it.

However, Chu Jingtian behind him did not lose his target as he imagined. He did not know how to pursue him and still followed him closely.

This feeling that is gradually approaching and cannot be shaken off is almost driving Qingyuan crazy!

"This kid really wants to drive me to death!"

"Since you are unwilling to let go, then you have the guts to hunt me down! Don't think that I have only managed this area of ​​Shengyuan Mountain for hundreds of years!"

As if he understood that Chu Jingtian was unwilling to give up, Qing Yuan's eyes flashed and turned into a green light that disappeared into the mountains ahead.

"Huh? What is this place?"

Feeling Qing Yuan's sudden change of direction, Chu Jingtian was startled and couldn't help but narrowed his eyes.