Chapter 160 Demonic Cultivator 7

The cultivator who practiced the magic skills withdrew some of his power, and Yang Chen's attack instantly acted on him. He groaned. Yang Chen's attack made his blood tumbling. The powerful countershock force caused great damage to his inner palace. However, if he could escape this disaster, it would be not difficult to reply on a single page, but at this moment, Wu Ji's subordinates chased him relentlessly after failing to hit the attack. More importantly, the timing was really accurate.

"If you want to escape, it's not that easy, die!"

He jumped up, sent a long fork, and deeply penetrated the unprepared monk's chest.

puff

Blood sprinkled, and the intense pain made him scream. However, although this attack was even more serious than Yang Chen's attack, fortunately it did not crack and sacrifice his life. In horror, the monk grabbed the long fork, pushed it hard, flew backwards, and fell to the ground.

puff

A mouthful of pus and blood spurted out.

Gugugugugu...

He opened his mouth as if he was saying something, but blood was rising from his mouth, and only a strange sound was made. He looked at the blood in his chest weakly, pointed his fingers a few times, and temporarily stopped the blood.

He slowly stood up and wanted to smile strangely at Yang Chen and the monk. A harsh sound came out of his throat, and a faint black mist suddenly appeared on his body. The black mist made people feel disgusted and uncomfortable all over.

The monk who made the fork frowned. He felt instinctively that he was not good. He was also a decisive person. When the black fog just rose, he saw someone flashing and disappearing from the spot. The monk who practiced the demon attack was shocked to see him disappear and knew that he had to avoid the attacks that followed.

But his already seriously injured body had already reacted very slowly, not to mention that the other party was still so fast at this time. While despair, a trace of vicious flashed by.

puff

The long fork penetrated through the black mist and penetrated his chest, and the three long thorns of the long fork passed through his chest.

This time he did not scream, but grabbed the long fork in his chest and held it tightly. The monk wanted to withdraw the long fork, but after exerting force, he realized that it had not been taken back. At this time, the monk who was practicing the magic attack smiled hideously when he looked at the car.

"not good!"

He instinctively wanted to escape and let go of his long fork to escape, but it seemed a little too late, and the monk's dark palm had already reached his chest.

He was shocked because he felt that the attack was extremely fierce. Once he was hit, he might be very small to survive.

But he was a little regretful. Now he had no way to stop all this from happening, because he was careless and unprepared just now. Now the defense was too late. His heart felt a cold breath that had already come to him. Although the palm had not yet fallen on him, the danger from him had already made him feel desperate. He knew very clearly that this attack could not be resolved.

At the critical moment

call out

A sword light roared and slashed on the palm with a speedy and unobstructed force. The palm broke like a paper.

The sudden change made him react in a state of panic. While the monk who was practicing demon attack was still stunned, he slapped his head with a fierce palm.

The red and white minced meat was sprinkled all over the floor, but at this time, a black reduced version of the man flew out of the corpse without any time to react and quickly escaped. At this time, he was a little stunned. He had seen many of the monk's souls, but it was the first time that he had such a fast speed. He could not catch up with it, but at this time, he kept snatching it with his big hand, and the black soul was caught without any resistance.

Yang Chen did not look closely. Before the slaughter of his soul had sent any message of begging for mercy, Yang Chen made several tricks on him, sealed him and put them in a jade bottle.

Yang Chen did all this because he was fluttering and was obviously a veteran. The monk swallowed his saliva and looked at Yang Chen with a cautious look. People who collect other people's souls are not easy to mess with, because such people are extremely vicious in handling things.

People who dare to do such things are usually cautious and secretly. No one dares to be so blatant. Some people who want to do this dare not collect it so presumptuously in front of everyone. At most, they will destroy it directly, because others will say that this is evil demons and heresy, and it is not tolerated by the laws of nature. If a big hat is taken off, they will be hunted down by those who claim to be a gentleman. Now that Yang Chen does this, does he want to kill himself here?

When the monk knew this, he realized that Yang Chen in front of him could not see through at all. The few attacks that were silent and he was beyond his reach. This person was very dangerous and he was not his opponent. This was his feeling.

After Yang Chen handled his affairs, he looked at the monk in front of him and thought. Seeing Yang Chen looking at him, the monk felt a little chilled. He knew that he was being targeted and was on guard.

Yang Chen scratched his head and asked in a daze;

"That...what is this?"

"Uh? Oh, this is the east boundary of Baiyue City, three thousand miles away from Baiyue City."

"Thanks!"

Yang Chen turned around and left, leaving only a back. This one was just looking at Yang Chen's back and wanted to say something, but in the end he still held it back.
Chapter completed!