Wrath of the Immortal

"Since you are seeking death, Xiao will give you a ride."

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with murderous intent, and he suddenly waved his long sleeves at the flying dragon whisker hook.

"With your level of cultivation, you still want to kill me, how ridiculous!"

Zeng Dalong sneered and didn't take Xiao Chen's words seriously at all.

After all, he is a Nascent Soul stage monk, and his cultivation is solid.

It's not like Zeng Zhijie, a waste that is forcibly improved with elixirs.

Facing Xiao Chen's strong wind technique, Zeng Dalong also waved his sleeves and easily defeated it.

At the same time, Zeng Dalong fired a series of spells at the dragon beard hook.

The dragon's beard hook had a great flow of light, and several hook heads flew out, attacking Xiao Chen from all directions.

Zeng Dalong's idea is very simple. Even if the hook head cannot hit, he can still use the secret method to hook the soul and seriously injure Xiao Chen.

I have to say that his idea was very good, but the result was completely different from what he imagined.

Xiao Chen was suspended in the air, his expression unchanged, as if he didn't see the flying dragon whisker hook.

When the Dragon Beard Hook approached, Xiao Chen took a wrong step and easily dodged it.

Immediately afterwards, Xiao Chen reached forward with his right hand and quickly grabbed the dragon whisker hook in his palm.

Huge power was released from Xiao Chen's palm and landed on the dragon's whisker hook.

Under this force, the spiritual power contained in the dragon's whisker hook collapsed at an alarming speed.

In half a breath at most, the mark of consciousness on the dragon's beard hook disappeared without a trace.

Without the mark of divine consciousness, there was no way to make contact between Zeng Dalong and Long Xu Gou.

As the owner of the Dragon Beard Hook, he was also injured and spit out a mouthful of blood.

"you……"

Zeng Dalong's face became as pale as paper, and he was even more horrified deep inside.

He never dreamed that he would be slightly injured as soon as the two fought.

"Brother, let me help you..."

Zeng Dahu shouted and flew over to help.

"Get lost! I don't need your help to deal with this kind of trash."

Zeng Dalong was not only arrogant, but also very concerned about face. He turned back and glared at his younger brother.

"Be careful!"

Zeng Dahu was well aware of his eldest brother's temper and slowly retreated to Zeng Weiyuan's side.

At this moment, Zeng Weiyuan's face looked very ugly, as if someone had slapped him in the mouth.

The bullshit just now was blown out, what’s the result?

Under his eyes, Zeng Dalong was slightly injured.

At that moment, Zeng Weiyuan couldn't even react, let alone stop it.

"Boy, I want to see how capable you are!"

Zeng Dalong spit out the remaining blood in his mouth and smiled coldly.

After saying that, his consciousness spread out, trying to regain control of the dragon beard hook.

This is his magic weapon. As long as the magic weapon breaks down, he will be seriously injured.

Zeng Dalong's consciousness flashed and he came to Xiao Chen, just about to forcefully enter the dragon's whisker hook.

"Bah!!!"

Xiao Chen didn't take action, just shouted lowly.

The sound was not loud, but it contained two powers, and it immediately turned into invisible sound waves.

Zeng Dalong's consciousness collapsed instantly when it encountered this sound wave.

His consciousness was severely damaged. Zeng Dalong felt a pain in his head and almost fell from the air.

At this moment, the look in his eyes when he looked at Xiao Chen changed, full of fear.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have believed the result even if he was beaten to death.

The opponent only has the cultivation level of Jindan stage, and the strength he shows can completely crush him.

You know, this is when the other party has not used any magic weapon...

If you use a magic weapon, doesn't it mean you can kill him instantly?

As soon as this idea appeared, Zeng Dalong's body trembled violently, and he no longer dared to continue thinking about it.

If you are on weekdays, you will lose in a fight.

Zeng Dalong must go back in despair and ask his tribe for help.

When facing the patriarch and his younger brother just now, he was too boastful.

If you go back and ask for help, wouldn't it be a shame to be thrown into grandma's house?

Zeng Zhilong cares about face so much that he must protect his dignity even if he dies in battle.

"Bitch, I'm going to kill you..."

Zeng Dalong roared, and a huge amount of spiritual power was released from his body.

Under his control, this power turned into thousands of lightsabers and headed straight for Xiao Chen.

Facing so many lightsabers, Xiao Chen was not too confident and immediately took out the small bronze sword.

The sword flashed with light and disappeared out of thin air.

"The speed of this sword... Big brother is in danger, clan leader, please save him..."

Zeng Dahu's face darkened and he hurriedly asked Zeng Weiyuan for help.

"Boy, stop it!!!"

Zeng Weiyuan shouted angrily and flew towards Zeng Dalong quickly.

He wanted to find the movement trajectory of the sword before it appeared.

However, what I didn't expect was...

Zeng Weiyuan sent out his spiritual consciousness to search, but found a lonely place.

The small bronze sword seemed to have evaporated, and it was impossible to sense any breath at all.

"What's going on?"

Zeng Weiyuan's heart skipped a beat, and he didn't know what to do for a moment.

At this moment, when the little sword reappeared, it was already on Zeng Dalong's back.

"Clan leader, save me..."

Sensing the aura of death, Zeng Dalong's expression changed drastically and he shouted subconsciously.

"Fellow Taoist, let him go. Tell me what you want to borrow. I will give it to you now..."

While Zeng Weiyuan was speaking, a spell was fired, trying to repel the small sword flying towards Zeng Dalong.

"I want all the golden nanmu from the Zeng family, can you give it to me?"

Xiao Chen did not stop, and still controlled the small sword to attack Zeng Dalong.

"What did you say?"

Zeng Weiyuan was stunned, feeling that he heard wrongly.

This kid is so bold that he dares to ask for all the golden nanmu trees in the Zeng family.

Even the old guys on the Three Gods Mountain would not dare to say such shameless words.

"You wish!"

Zeng Weiyuan shouted angrily and increased the intensity of his attack.

This attack seemed to have worked and repelled the bronze sword.

Seeing the sword return to its original path, Zeng Weiyuan secretly breathed a sigh of relief and was about to speak.

However, before he could finish his words, an unbelievable scene appeared.

Xiao Chen's figure became blurred, and when he sensed it again, he had already come behind Zeng Dalong.

"Be careful, that's the afterimage, his real body is going to kill you..."

Although Zeng Weiyuan's shout was timely, Zeng Dalong's reaction was half a beat slower.

Xiao Chen came behind Zeng Dalong and hit him with a palm, breaking up all the spiritual power in his body.

"No..."

Feeling that his cultivation was completely lost and his internal organs were all shattered, Zeng Dalong screamed in horror.

Xiao Chen raised his hand again, slapped Zeng Dalong's head, and forcibly pulled out his Nascent Soul.

"Clan leader, save me..."

Zeng Dalong's Nascent Soul was tightly grasped by Xiao Chen, and he had no power to resist, so he could only shout for help.

"Daoyou, I can give you some golden nanmu."

Zeng Weiyuan didn't even think about it, slapped the storage bag on his waist, and offered a piece of wood about ten feet long.

"Not enough!!!"

Xiao Chen's face was gloomy and he said sternly.

"Are these enough?"

Zeng Weiyuan took out another piece and asked Xiao Chen.

"It's still far from enough!"

Seeing that Zeng Weiyuan stopped taking out wood, Xiao Chen suddenly exerted force with his wrist.

"Ah! Don't kill me..."

Zeng Dalong's Nascent Soul was in so much pain that he screamed like a pig being slaughtered.

Zeng Weiyuan knew that if he didn't speak again, Zeng Dalong would be killed.

He watched this child grow up, and he couldn't bear to watch him die under his eyes.

"Fellow Daoist, how much golden nanmu do you want?"

Zeng Weiyuan gritted his teeth, put aside his dignity, and compromised with Xiao Chen again.

"The quantity is enough to make two coffins!!!"

As soon as Xiao Chen opened his mouth, he said something that shocked Zeng Weiyuan.