Saint Ancestor of Void Extreme

"boom!"

The murderous intention is awe-inspiring and the madness is boiling.

Qingyuan's expression changed.

An endless anger surged into his heart.

He just felt extremely humiliated.

This was the first time in my life that I was being chased like a lost dog with no way to escape. And he was willing to sacrifice all his life accumulation in exchange for the other party's mercy, but was rejected by the other party.

At this moment, he could no longer suppress the anger in his heart:

"Boy, do you really think I can't do it?"

"Bah!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his body suddenly swelled up, and Dao Gu Xianfeng's green shirt was torn by scales in an instant. The exquisite little dojo temple was torn apart by his huge body at this moment.

Amidst the roaring sound, Qingyuan rolled up and turned into a big green snake. He was even more terrifying than before on Shengyuan Mountain, with a row of bone spurs extending directly from the back of his head to his tail.

His whole person was like a dragon that came out of mythology.

"It's not that easy to kill me. Even if I try my best to kill God today, I won't make it easy for you. I'll make you regret the choices you made for the rest of your life!"

His huge and ugly body must be his true form.

Almost as soon as his body was revealed, he opened his mouth and spit out suddenly. Immediately, a vast stream of green mist spurted out from his mouth, sweeping towards Chu Jingtian like a torrent.

This is his natal spiritual mist, and it took him several years or even decades to condense each bite. In order to restrain Lingxiao Sword, even spitting it out made him feel extremely distressed. Now this time, he gave everything he had, even if he died, he would drag Chu Jingtian into the water with him.

"boom!"

The cyan spiritual mist collided with Chu Jingtian in an instant, wrapping his entire body in it.

A smile suddenly appeared on Qingyuan's face.

What he was most proud of in his life was this Qingling Poison Mist, which he secretly cultivated in order to deal with powerful enemies like Chu Jingtian. Every time he condenses a mouthful of poisonous mist, he doesn't know how many poisons, poisonous insects, and poisonous flowers he has to swallow, extract the toxins, and mix them with magical powers.

Even a strong person in the Eighth Realm would die immediately if he smelled a trace of the poisonous mist.

"Boy, it's useless even if you hold your breath. These poisonous mist will not only corrode your body, but also penetrate into your body. Even if you escape by chance, your foundation will be destroyed!"

"boom!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a tearing sound. Chu Jingtian raised his hand and slashed through the Qingling Poison Mist with his sword, then came directly to kill him.

"How can it be?"

Qingyuan's eyes almost bulged out.

Chu Jingtian was not disturbed at all.

"I don't believe it!"

He roared angrily and waved his giant claw.

Suddenly, dozens of green lights flew out from his claws. Each of these green lights comes from the scales on his body, retaining his power.

"Whoosh!"

After these scales flew out, they immediately turned into dozens of green snakes similar to Qingyuan, but slightly smaller. In an instant, they rushed towards Chu Jingtian's position.

"Hmph! Dying struggle!"

Chu Jingtian's expression condensed.

He grabbed the air with his right hand, and the green spirit poisonous mist on the Lingxiao sword was shaken away. With the fingers together, the Lingxiao Sword suddenly rose into the sky, bringing up a rainbow hundreds of feet long.

"go!"

Chu Jingtian waved his right hand.

In a moment, Lingxiao Sword took up this shocking rainbow and charged towards Qingyuan!

Boom!

The rainbow of sword energy soars into the sky and penetrates the sun, traversing the heaven and the earth.

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

The green snake imagined by those scales was torn to pieces by this sword before it even took half a snap of a finger to hold on.

"this!"

Qing Yuan exclaimed, Chu Jingtian's spiritual thoughts were even more refined than they were seven or eight days ago, becoming more condensed and larger than before.

His thoughts moved secretly, and he suddenly reacted.

"How brave! You actually grabbed the Taoist God to refine it to improve your cultivation!"

"So what if you know? I have reached the middle stage of the triple eighth realm.

Do you think you can escape this disaster? "Chu Jingtian's eyes were focused and he activated his spiritual thoughts to the extreme.

After Jian Hong shattered the green snakes transformed by the scales, his speed increased instead of decreasing, and was actually three points faster.

Qingyuan almost broke his teeth and violently retreated backwards while waving his claws repeatedly. Every time he waved his claws, a ray of light would shoot out, and every ray of light was a magic weapon.

These magic weapons were either given to him by his Taoist gods, or they were refined by him himself. Although it is not a life-saving trump card, each one has its origins.

But Chu Jingtian didn't care at all, he kept the same in response to all changes, and the Lingxiao Sword just flew away!

"clang!"

"clang!"

"clang!"

Each magic weapon was smashed to pieces by the Lingxiao Sword on the spot. They were simply vulnerable to a single blow, and they were already in front of Qingyuan in the blink of an eye.

Faced directly with Ling Xiao Sword's killing intent, Qing Yuan felt a terrifying killing intent surge into his heart, and the scales all over his body couldn't help but explode, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"cut!"

Under Qing Yuan's shocked, angry, frightened and trembling gaze, Chu Jingtian suddenly clenched his right hand and raised his hand to slash down.

The Lingxiao sword in mid-air drew a perfect arc, and with a sword mark that was simply indescribable, it fell down overwhelmingly.

"Squeak!"

Qingyuan let out a scream, and the sword light passed over his body like a knife cutting tofu, directly splitting it in half.

"ah!"

With endless fear, Qingyuan quickly retreated backwards.

He originally thought that if he took action regardless, he could still die with the other party, but Chu Jingtian's sword completely cut off his hopes.

His body was cut off at seven inches, and only a huge snake head could move. The other half was still in place, but it had completely lost contact with him.

"escape!"

"Run away now!"

Qingyuan only had one thought at this time. He felt that he could not stay even for a breath. If he stayed any longer, he would definitely end up in a state of despair.

He suddenly jumped up and turned into a ray of blue light, then flew towards the depths of Shiwan Mountain.

"Haha, how could I let you go this time?"

Chu Jingtian laughed loudly and slapped the Qiankun Cloud iron pot on his waist with his right hand. Immediately, a suction force burst out, directly sweeping up Qing Yuan who was escaping. Under the violent suction surge, even the sky was distorted.

The towering trees in Weigui Mountain were also uprooted on the spot.

"No!"

Qingyuan let out a scream.

No matter how much he struggled and how much he used secret techniques, he could not escape from the suction force. He was swallowed directly into the Qiankun Cloud iron pot by the strong wind and became completely silent.

Chu Jingtian closed the lid of the pot, and Qingyuan's howling was suddenly interrupted as if he was being strangled by the neck.

"Haha, got it!"

The seven days and seven nights of pursuit were finally not in vain.