At the moment, the two golden dragons seemed to be attached on Xiao Chen's arm. The golden dragons moved as he waved his arms. He Chentian was completely unable to cope with this. The crowd exclaimed repeatedly. This method of controlling the dragon shadows was what they had never seen before.
Xiao Chen combined the Dragon Roar Palm and psychokinesis together; so, he naturally could control the palm force by his mind. Xiaoyue stood in the distance, and her eyebrows furrowed tightly. He could control the two dragon shadows formed by palm force so freely. Such a profound method was what the Thousand Feathers Sect did not have.
Also, Yu Yifeng was confused at the moment. This method was by no means the method of his Martial Uncles, Qing Feng and Xiaoyao Zi.
Xiao Chen removed his palm force, looking at He Chentian who just fell to the ground. He said in a deep voice, "Are you still interested now!?"
"Hey hey!" He Chentian wiped the
Xiaoyue had quite a deep comprehension of Daoism, so she was not pissed off by it. With a smile, she floated to the stage like a fairy walking on water. At this moment, she turned back to that cold fairy. She said lightly, "This time I summoned you mainly because of the issue of the Soul-consuming Evil Flower..." Everyone listened attentively when she said this, and many of the older generations also looked solemn. Recently, many people from many sects disappeared without any reason. They all suspected that it was related to the flower, but the person who spread the flower behind the scene was so mysterious that no one was able to find him. Xiao Chen also frowned. His grandpa and Perfected Immortal Zixu together went to investigate the flower, but they had never gone back, and so far there had been no answer. Who was spreading Soul-consuming Evil Flowers behind the scene? Deliberately collecting the souls of so many ordinary people, what was the purpose o
He spoke this sentence very loudly, so that everyone present heard it clearly. Yu Yifeng's brows furrowed tightly. "Brother Xiao, what's the matter?" Xiao Chen stood up, looked at Ling Yingfeng in the eyes, and said word for word, "Yes, I took the Spiritual Meridians of your brother Ling Yuxuan!" Everyone's faces changed. They had never thought this popular mysterious youth turned out to be a killer who took somebody's Spiritual Meridians. Yu Yifeng turned pale, and his voice trembled. "Lil Chen, is what you said true? You really took Ling Yuxuan's Spiritual Meridians..." His voice became heavier. Obviously, he was angry. Xiao Chen turned around and gave him a glance. He felt a pain in his heart. Yu Yifeng was brought up by Perfected Immortal Qing Chen. He was educated to take the whole world as his own duty. Xiao Chen was also taught this in Mystic Cyan Sect back then. But now, was he going to fall into the Devil's Practice step by step...
Although Xiao Chen's intention of killing was gradually increasing, he has not lost his mind because of this. The True Energy he spent in the previous battle with He Chentian had not been fully recovered. It was a really bad idea to fight a Core Forming Realm cultivator now. The palm just now seemed easy, but in fact, it nearly caused his True Qi to invert. He had consumed too much energy at the moment, so it was not easy for him to cast Dragon's Wrath again. Obviously, Ling Yingfeng had also found out this point. His feet stamped back fiercely, crushing several floor tiles, and he suddenly arrived at Xiao Chen like a flash of lightning. The cultivators watching the fight was surprised. This speed and strength did not match that of an early Core Forming Realm cultivator in any way. Xiao Chen suddenly thought of something. Back then in the Skygale Sect of the Human World, when he fought against Ling Yuxuan, Ling Yingfeng gave Ling Yuxuan extra True Energy,
Everyone was shocked by the roar. The next moment, a surging power from Xiao Chen's body was sent out, and the entire stage was shaking. The ghost claw on the ground was suddenly shattered, and then he rushed to Luo Shangyan like a meteor. In a flash, he flew over and sent Luo Shangyan back with a swung of his sleeve, while Ling Yingfeng's palm completely hit on his back. "Puff!" A mouthful of blood gushed out as Xiao Chen fell back to the stage. Blood was still bleeding from his mouth. The punch had almost broken his heart and meridians. But at the next moment, something strange happened. All his blood drops gathered together and flowed to the Blood Lotus Demon Blade in his hand. The red radiance of the blade suddenly surged countless times as the blade also started to vibrate. A faint, horrible voice rose from the inside. "Blood..." The people's faces changed. It was not because of the strange voice came from the blade. They
Seeing Xiao Chen's eyebrows furrowed, Luo Shangyan asked, "What are you thinking?" Xiao Chen came to his senses, shook his head, and smiled. "Nothing." He asked again after a short silence, "By the way, where is Miss. Shen?" "I took her to the city and left." Xiao Chen nodded, thinking that the sect rules of this Thousand Feathers Sect were merciless. There was no friendship between the fellows. Suddenly, he thought of Qianyu Nishang. Wasn't she just such a person? If she had even a little bit of friendship, how could she frame him up with others? He gave her the Autumn Water in vain. Thinking of this, his heart felt very bitter, and he couldn't help sighing. Three days passed quickly, and the story that Xiao Chen fought two experts in one day had already been widely spread in Wu Province. Summoning the dragons, the Legendary Weapon recognizing him as owner, and the previous doings in the Immortals League Competition, which are
Xiaoyue looked deeply at him in silence, her gaze bespoke the doubts and suspicions swirling deep within her. The Flying-cloud Stone reached the barren and desolate desert after four hours of flying. Even the passing of summer did little to decrease the blistering swelter of the desert that stretched far into the horizon; a flat wasteland of death and despair. "Amitabha..." Xu Gu chanted morosely as he peered off the edge of the flying slab and saw bones being uncovered by the swirling dust and sand. Before long, they noticed the silhouette of the Wuwang Wind Cloud City amidst the vague mist of the desert, the only sign, and the concentration of life across the expanse of hundreds of miles that festooned with nothing but deathly emptiness. As they approached, dark clouds loomed ominously over the entire city. The pall of gloom enveloped the city in a wretched shade, hardly giving off any sign of rain. "Senior Xu Gu," Xiaoyue asked, "Do you s
The two female disciples grew frightened with despair, their faces watery pale as tears flowed down their faces. Sobbing hard, they struggled to stifle their sobs as they resisted any urge to beg for leniency. Xiaoyue, choking with tears, croaked, "Please... Teacher... N-no! Let me do it!" She drew the sword that hung from her waist and walked slowly towards the two other girls. The blade of Xiaoyue's sword shone coldly as she brandished her weapon, her seniors begging with soft and weepy whimpers, "P-please... Junior Sister... P-please n-no..." Tears rolled down Xiaoyue's cheeks. "I-I’m sorry... seniors," she gasped as she sank her blade into the chest of one of the girls. Xiao Chen could watch no more. He shook his head grimly and sighed. But with another step, the scene before him fleeted away, replaced with the view of another memory. He saw two young men, both clad in white, standing before each other face-to-face. There was an inexplic
Xiao Chen picked up his pace and bolted quickly towards the illusory domain of Xiaoyue's memory. Even before entering, an overwhelming gust of Devil Qi rammed into his face. It was so strong that he could have sworn that it was the strongest Devil Qi that he had ever encountered. The sky above the stronghold of the Thousand Feathers Sect began to fill with palls of dark clouds, blotting the sun from the idyllic floral terraces of the lush valley. Everyone inside the gardens was terrified by the sudden culmination of darkness hanging ominously overhead. Perfected Immortal Su Nian, with a group of seven elders, took into the sky, riding on their swords and began to assume orderly positions over the skies of a mountain peak. The eight of them, Xiao Chen realized, were defending the peak with a formation, the Universal Mystic-Yin Formation. "What is going on, Sect Leader! The will of Master Qianyu, the Founder, had claimed that the one buried below is a perso