Wrath of the Immortal

"Life is impermanent, death is impermanent, life and death are impermanent..."

Chang Wuhei quickly finished the magic formula and shouted these words.

Between heaven and earth, a huge force quickly gathered and flew towards Xiao Chen.

This power is invisible and colorless, but it can have a great impact on people's consciousness.

Xiao Chen only felt hazy, as if he would die at any time.

Things are unpredictable, many things cannot be controlled, and there is unspeakable pain.

In an instant, Xiao Chen understood what kind of magic this was.

This technique uses the monk's understanding of perception to infinitely amplify it and stimulate the most painful thoughts.

If you get stuck in it and are unable to extricate yourself, the final result will be a collapse of the Taoist heart and death.

Xiao Chen's will was extremely strong, and attacks from such spells could not affect his mind.

"Hey..."

Xiao Chen shouted in his heart and cleared away the negative emotions.

His eyes returned to coldness again, and murderous intent flashed deep in his pupils.

"This is impossible, how could you recover so quickly..."

Seeing this result, Chang Wuhei's eyes widened and he couldn't figure out what to do.

After he cast this spell, he was ready to kill Xiao Chen when his will was weak.

The tragedy is that Xiao Chen returned to normal before Chang Wuhei could take action.

However, Chang Wuhei still had a back-up plan and once again used the complicated technique.

The spell this time was a bit more powerful than before.

Chang Wuhei's face was as pale as paper after finishing the pinch, and his body's spiritual energy was almost exhausted.

"Life is unpredictable, the large intestine wraps around the small intestine..."

Chang Wuhei gave a low drink and shouted this strange mantra.

The originally clear sky suddenly turned dark, and two huge intestines appeared out of thin air.

One of them is the large intestine, which is completely black and contains terrifying suction power.

The other is the small intestine, which is completely white and can clearly sense the soul-killing aura.

Two intestines, one behind the other, rushed towards Xiao Chen.

"Sword comes..."

Xiao Chen shouted low, took out the Huntian Sword, and left quickly.

The sword flashed and grew in size at an astonishing speed, reaching a height of a hundred feet in the blink of an eye.

The huge sword struck the large intestine, instantly cutting it into two pieces.

The Huntian Sword's power continued unabated, and it landed on the small intestine, cutting it off easily.

"Wow……"

Chang Wuhei's face changed drastically, he let out a cry, and vomited blood.

These two spells require the guidance of divine consciousness to cast and control them.

When Xiao Chen cut off the intestines, he also cut off Chang Wuhei's spiritual power.

Because the speed was too fast, Chang Wuhei had no time to recover his consciousness, so he was seriously injured.

Seeing this scene, both Bai Jinggang and the Chang family members were all dumbfounded.

The battle just now lasted only a dozen breaths, and Chang Wuhei was defeated.

Although everyone guessed that Xiao Chen was very powerful, no one expected him to be so powerful.

"Too cruel..."

Bai Jinggang touched the cold sweat on his forehead and said with lingering fear.

He was secretly glad that he didn't take action, otherwise he would be the one who died.

"Are you in the Guiyuan period?"

Chang Wuhei stared at Xiao Chen and asked uncertainly.

At this moment, the shock in his heart had reached an extreme level.

If Xiao Chen was not in the Guiyuan stage, how could he easily defeat the spell he cast?

"You lost..."

Xiao Chen did not answer Chang Wuhei's words, but said sharply.

"I never admit defeat, the game has just begun..."

Chang Wuhei became more determined to refuse to admit defeat and roared at Xiao Chen.

After saying that, the light flowing from his body turned into a stream of light and rushed towards Xiao Chen.

Chang Wuhei came to Xiao Chen's side very quickly, like a ghost.

This spell looks like teleportation, but it is several times faster than teleportation.

Chang Wuhei just appeared behind Xiao Chen, raised his hands and grabbed Xiao Chen's back.

His idea was very simple. He used powerful force to tear Xiao Chen into pieces.

"You bitch, go to hell!"

When Chang Wuhei caught Xiao Chen, he laughed excitedly.

Soon, he stopped laughing, and there was only fear in his eyes.

The moment Chang Wuhei tore Xiao Chen apart, he found that the person in his hand had turned into wood.

No matter how stupid he was, he still knew that Xiao Chen was faster and left under his nose.

"Get out, stop hiding..."

Chang Wuhei's eyes were red, he glared around and said angrily.

Can he be angry? In front of so many people, he was actually played by Xiao Chen.

If Xiao Chen cannot be killed today, it will be a shame for him.

His Taoist heart will inevitably collapse, and he may even die on the spot.

"Ding comes..."

Xiao Chen appeared a hundred feet away, opened his mouth and spat out the Huntian Cauldron.

The tripod's body quickly enlarged, and a huge suction force fell on Chang Wuhei's body.

"Damn it, where did you get this magic weapon..."

Chang Wuhei was shocked and blurted out.

Without thinking, he ran away at an alarming speed.

"Father, he... ran away?"

Seeing Chang Wuhei leaving, Chang Mingyuan was stunned and couldn't find the way.

He really couldn't imagine what kind of magic weapon could scare his father away?

Chang Wuhei, why are you so eager to escape?

In fact, it was very simple. He was frightened by the small cauldron that Xiao Chen offered.

This small cauldron was unknown to others, but Chang Wuhei knew it very well.

Many years ago, he read the record of this small tripod in the ancient family books.

Chang Wuhei knew better than anyone else that as long as he was sucked into the tripod body, he would definitely die.

At this moment, Chang Wuhei no longer cared about who won or lost the bet with Xiao Chen.

He just wanted to leave this place of trouble as soon as possible, only in this way could he survive.

Chang Wuhei's idea was good, but he underestimated Xiao Chen's cultivation and the ability of the Hun Tian Ding.

The huge suction force made Chang Wuhei's flying speed much slower.

No matter how Chang Wuhei cast the spell, his body was still approaching the mouth of the cauldron little by little.

"What are you still standing there for? Help me kill him quickly..."

Seeing that he was only a hundred feet away from the mouth of the cauldron, Chang Wuhei became anxious and shouted loudly to the clan members.

"Kill..."

The disciples of the Chang family recovered and rushed towards Xiao Chen in a swarm.

Everyone sacrificed their own magic weapons and was about to attack him in groups, but they saw a horrible scene.

The Hun Tian Sword flashed and pierced a person, and his body fell from the air.

As soon as the man's soul flew out, he was caught by a big hand and thrown into the huge black banner.

This black banner was so huge that it went straight into the sky.

Humans were like ants in front of the black banner, insignificant.

What was even more terrifying was that the black banner was filled with evil mist, making ghostly cries and sobbing sounds.

This sound not only impacted the spiritual power in the body, but also affected their three souls and seven spirits.

Those Chang family disciples were unable to resist, and at most, their souls were sucked into the banner after one encounter.

Everyone thought that Xiao Chen had used all the magic weapons, but found that they thought too much.

Xiao Chen slapped the storage bag on his waist and sacrificed the demon-killing bow and the fragments of the Donghuang Bell in succession.

The last magic weapon sacrificed was even more terrifying, it was actually a huge tower.

As soon as the tower appeared, it fell quickly towards a large number of Chang family disciples.

These people were trapped in the nine-story fairy tower after one encounter.

No matter how they cast spells, they could not break out of the tower.

Xiao Chen made another move and shot a sky-burning fire, killing everyone in the tower.

"Ah!!!"

The screams continued, one after another.

"Fuck, is this guy still human? Where did he get so many magic weapons?"

Chang Mingyuan was terrified and trembling all over.

After saying that, he turned around and fled without caring about his father's life or death.

"Mingyuan, quickly call all the strong men of our clan..."

Chang Wuhei mistakenly thought that his son was going to ask for help, and hurriedly cast a spell to transmit the message.

Unexpectedly, Chang Mingyuan's answer almost killed him on the spot.