Strange mountains and rivers

Qian Baichuan did not expect that the opponent was so strong that he could launch such a fierce attack with just a wave of his hand.

The area within a radius of ten feet was completely covered by this huge aura that suddenly formed.

Mud, stone, grass and water mist mixed together, with a strong smell of earth and water vapor. Before he could see clearly, they turned into three huge and ferocious giants in the air, rushing towards him with bared fangs and claws.

Qian Baichuan realized that the opponent's strength might be above his own, and the opponent was an alien cultivator. Once the opponent launched an attack regardless of everything, his innate alien attribute spiritual power would be added, making it even more difficult to match.

However, in this situation, Qian Baichuan had no reason to retreat. His Tao body condensed, and the golden sword curtain floated slowly. The entire sky was reflected in this golden light. As Qian Baichuan pointed his finger forward, the sword curtain suddenly enlarged and pushed forward to meet the surging huge spiritual statue.

The two huge auras collided with each other, like Mars hitting the earth, setting off a shocking weather wave.

The fences along the fish market were all blown away by the exploding energy, and even the storage houses built on the mountain were affected, with more than ten houses collapsed.

Bi Jiao Yuan Jun was also shocked by this fierce attack. He expected that the human Zi Fu Zhenren in front of him was quite powerful, but he was still a little surprised that he could use a spell to repel his magic power with just a wave of his hand.

However, this did not scare him away, but made him more excited.

It would be worthwhile to be able to compete with this guy in front of him and stretch his muscles.

His body suddenly became soft, and he stretched forward strangely, his body suddenly stretched out, and his hands grabbed forward in the void.

The whole front suddenly darkened, as if two huge black holes were suddenly opened from both sides, trapping everything in front of him and swallowing it up.

Qian Baichuan, who was facing the enemy head-on, only felt a sense of exhaustion in his body. The erosive force of the netherworld coming from both sides seemed to have sucked away some of his spiritual power, making him a little unstable.

He knew it was an illusion, but the strength of the alien cultivator in front of him was obviously stronger than his own. The opponent was more like testing him now, and had not really exerted his strength to the extreme.

With a slight shake of his body, he suddenly retreated more than ten steps, getting rid of the dark shadows on both sides that turned from dark to blue-gray. Qian Baichuan once again urged the golden air wave, galloping along the ground and attacking the opponent directly.

Then he grabbed from his arms, and eight talismans were already sandwiched between his fingers. He silently used his spiritual power, and the eight talismans flew out like fluttering butterflies, circling and dancing, and rushed into the air.

The talisman was only the length of a finger, but it bloomed in the air with a strange brilliance. Qian Baichuan did not dare to neglect it, and chanted the spell, like the roar of a great dragon.

The eight talismans, activated by the spell, spun rapidly, gradually transformed into eight golden halos, forming an eight-door golden lock spiritual formation in the air, with thousands of spiritual lights radiating in all directions, tightly covering the Green Dragon Yuanjun who was flying in the air.

The light of the talismans triggered by the spell was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, constantly sweeping the Green Dragon Yuanjun who was running back and forth.

Every ray of light that hit the Green Dragon Yuanjun would burn a small hole in the body of the Green Dragon Yuanjun, and white smoke would burn the body of the Green Dragon Yuanjun.

The intense pain made the Green Dragon Yuanjun feel that he had not felt this kind of pain in his spiritual body for a long time, which made him miss it a little and extremely angry.

He realized that the talisman spell launched by the other party was probably not a simple spell, but a spiritual attack with special damage, especially for a different cultivator like himself.

Dodging was not a solution, the best countermeasure was to attack and kill the opponent completely.

Although the spell of the talisman can cause some damage to him, it is not fatal, and he wants to kill him.

He suddenly jumped into the air, and Bi Jiao Yuan Jun roared angrily. Three or four rays of light hit his back, burning his back.

He shuttled madly in the air, then rushed to the ground quickly, crashing into the ground without any hindrance. In an instant, the ground cracked, and a three-meter-sized hole was formed on the ground. Only the roar of unwillingness came from the ground.

Qian Baichuan, who was hovering in the air and activating the talisman, suddenly felt that he seemed to be stared at by a beast. A palpitation came over him. He subconsciously flew sideways quickly, trying to avoid the attack under the shadow, but it was too late.

The ground suddenly collapsed and cracked. Bi Jiao Yuan Jun, who was covered in mud in the sky, roared and rushed out. His hands had turned into hideous claws, tearing in a chain.

The blue-gray claw-like shadow separated from the hand of Bi Jiao Yuanjun and enveloped Qian Baichuan. No matter how Qian Baichuan ran and dodged, he could not get rid of it.

In the end, Qian Baichuan could only land again, suddenly bowed and raised his head, the flying talisman whistled and swept, and the originally dim golden sword light suddenly burst out and hit the shadow.

The shadow split into four, making a violent hissing sound, grabbing Qian Baichuan who was standing on the ground, and wanted to tear him apart completely.

When the claw-like shadow approached Qian Baichuan, it circled and danced, and the almost substantial blue-gray energy could be seen deeply cutting into Qian Baichuan's body.

Qian Baichuan's face showed a heavy look, his beard and hair were all stretched, and his robes had already been torn into pieces by the shadow, leaving only the Taoist robes.

A pair of golden cymbals with brilliant light slowly emerged in front of Qian Baichuan's chest, as if they were automatically born from Qian Baichuan's chest, or as if Qian Baichuan had a pair of heart-protecting mirrors hidden in his chest. However, Bijiao Yuanjun could see clearly that this was not a magical golden cymbal, but a real golden magic.

A pair of golden cymbals seems to be real, but in fact it is made of golden spiritual power, but its hardness is even stronger than the real magic weapon.

But when Qian Baichuan suddenly clasped his hands together, and then pushed outwards, the golden cymbal-shaped halo suddenly expanded to all directions like the first appearance of Buddha's light, and the sputtering golden energy let out a gentle whistle.

Bijiao Yuanjun only felt that the entire ground was shaking slightly, like a wave of cyclone, radiating out in all directions along Qian Baichuan as the center. It was visible to the naked eye that everything in the air was distorted, and the soil, dust, vegetation, mud and rocks on the ground were all upward. It floated for an inch, and then spread out like a torrent of mud and rocks.

The moment the shadow reached the body, it was completely melted away by the flames.

Even Bijiao Yuanjun, who is controlling it remotely, can feel the sharp golden spiritual power projecting along his phantom dragon's claws from a distance, shaking his Taoist heart.

Bijiao Yuanjun's heart felt hot, and a stream of heat rushed along the meridians to the surroundings of the body. His body also fluctuated slightly. The projection of spiritual power was guided by his meridians and passed along the body to the ground. Bijiao Yuanjun Only then did he gain a foothold.

He was really shocked.

In terms of spirit level, this guy must be at the middle level of soul condensation. He can actually produce combat power at the high level of soul condensation, even close to the first level of soul nourishing. He almost got himself injured. This was beyond his expectation.

But Bijiao Yuanjun has long heard Chen Huaisheng mention that after entering the Zifu realm, although cultivators can be divided into three realms: marrow accumulation, soul condensation, and soul moistening, there are more differences between these three realms. It is reflected in the understanding of the spiritual realm. The real strength is far less than that of Qi refining and foundation building in the middle and high levels, especially in terms of combat effectiveness.

In other words, it does not mean that your Soul Condensation will have a crushing advantage over Yunmui, and the Runpo realm may not be able to easily kill the Yumui realm in an instant. There is definitely a gap, but it depends on the individual, and it is reflected in combat effectiveness. Some Yunmui realms The monks are often proficient in combat spells and more ferocious.

This Qian Baichuan's obvious golden attributes are particularly prominent, and his combat effectiveness is even stronger. This shows that there is a reason why the Yuelu Sect arranged for him to be in charge of Donghe Village.

In terms of the Yuelu Sect's internal evaluation, even if Xiao Yiyun, whose spiritual level is higher than Qian Baichuan's, really stands up, he may not necessarily have the upper hand.

However, although Qian Baichuan was fierce, Bijiao Yuanjun was not afraid, and was even particularly excited. Finally, a monk who could pose a threat to him appeared, and he could fight without reservation.

The vigor and vigor penetrated directly into his Taoist heart and almost broke his defense. It also made him a little more vigilant, but it also aroused his fighting spirit.

Originally he just wanted to stall for time, but now, he really wants to have a good time.

The golden cymbal did not stop after completely destroying the phantom of the Jiao's Ghost Claw activated by Bijiao Yuanjun. As Qian Baichuan clasped his hands together, turned and pushed again, the golden cymbal suddenly separated into two pieces.

A piece of cymbal flew along the ground, and the flame gradually spread. Wherever it went, the mud, stone, grass and trees were all turned into ashes. The other piece rose into the sky and disappeared suddenly.

Bijiao Yuanjun's eyes were as bright as a torch, and his long sleeves were flying again. The clouds rising dozens of feet away were like a dragon-like rainband circling and flying in the air. Suddenly, it turned into ice and turned into countless ice knives and swords. In an instant, surrounding Qian Baichuan, piercing and projecting like crazy.

At the same time, Bijiao Yuanjun stepped on the ground with one foot, his whole face darkened, and a powerful force was input from the ground.

Qian Baichuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and the golden qi energy turned into barriers in front of his body. Without any accident, he blocked these crazy and densely output ice swords and smashed them into pieces, but the impact of the increasingly stronger qi energy It also shocked him. This Jiao cultivator actually had the strength to reach the high level of Runpo?

If he continues like this, he won't be able to withstand it, and sooner or later he will be cut into pieces by Wan Jian.

Now it depends on whether Xiao Yiyun can catch up. At this time, he has no chance to escape safely. Once he escapes by force, he will be chased by the opponent. The opponent should be waiting for this moment.

But Bijiao Yuanjun couldn't bear it anymore and he would not give the other party any chance.

Delaying it for so long was already a humiliation for Bijiao Yuanjun. He had boasted in front of Chen Huaisheng before that he could take whatever he wanted and kill the other party. He didn't expect it to take so long. It’s almost a stick of incense, it’s time to end.

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There is still one Jiangdong leader to add, which will be added slowly. More demon lotus reminders. ^_^