Beginning to win the big elder

Chapter 1274

Chen Xinghe's heart trembled.

A Mahayana monk threw something and then fled.

How do you think, how do you feel weird.

The other Mahayana monks were slightly startled and looked at the thing.

I saw that it looked like a gold brick, emitting white smoke.

Chen Xinghe was perfect in dealing with emergencies, the blood-colored lotus petals fluttered under his feet, leaving behind the fairy corpse and disappearing.

Because the other Mahayana monks were slow for a moment, they sank into a large cloud of white smoke amidst the soft sound of "ton ton", even if the saints looked at each other with double pupils, they couldn't tell the depth.

Chen Xinghe felt that his feet were getting slower and slower, and his figure was gradually stagnant, and he cursed in his heart: "Where did this old guy come from? Is it a meticulous work?"

In any case, he knew that he must not stay, the smoking brick was very mysterious.

"Boom..." Wuji wheeled, the wind passed Wuhen, his figure disappeared all of a sudden, he broke free from all kinds of indescribable restraints, and when he reappeared, he was already standing in front of the white-browed old man.

"Old man, it feels like you're not just aiming at me, but at those eight unlucky guys." Chen Xinghe slowly turned to look at the other party.

"You? You escaped?" Bai Mei felt extremely unbelievable.

"What? Is it difficult to escape? I'm afraid those eight unlucky ones won't be able to get out, and the immortal corpse I finally subdued. You must pay me for the loss, the net worth of the eight Mahayana monks and an immortal corpse."

"Hmph, you, Chen Xinghe, deserve to die for being so rude to this old man." The white-browed old man's eyes went blank, he put down a harsh word, and his figure quickly faded away.

"Run away?" Chen Xinghe felt a little inconceivable, is this a Mahayana monk?That face was very solemn, and he thought that he would fight for days and nights regardless of the cost, but he ran away!
"Hey, why are you running? Aren't you a Mahayana monk? Why are you so timid? Afraid of me, a monk in the tribulation period?" The voice followed like a shadow, and came to the white-browed old man.

"Get lost, what kind of cultivator are you? I have practiced Taoism for [-] years, and I have never seen a monk like you, so difficult, so hateful..." The voice was rumbling, with a kind of hurtful attack .

Chen Xinghe's mind was steady, he was not afraid, he raised his hand and threw out a sword shadow.

"Boom..." The white-browed old man stepped back, looked at the gap in his robe, and his face became quite ugly.

He looked at Chen Xinghe, and said righteously: "Chen Xinghe, do you really want to fight this old man? You must know that even if we and other Mahayana monks are injured outside, we will be resurrected in the dojo."

"I know, why don't you know? Compared with monks in the Transcending Tribulation Period, Mahayana monks are more comfortable in controlling the power of heaven and earth. The biggest difference is the resurrection of the dojo, but resurrection takes time, doesn't it?"

"Time?" The white-browed old man was slightly taken aback.

Chen Xinghe nodded: "Yes! It will take more than [-] years at the earliest, and it can last for a hundred years if the injury is too heavy! You may say, but a mere hundred years, what is it to a Mahayana monk? Sleeping for more than this year months, but a hundred years is enough for me to improve.”

A hundred years is enough to improve, which made the old man's heart flutter, and he immediately realized that the cultivation speed of this person in front of him may be ranked among the top three in tens of thousands of years.

Top three!Sleeping for a hundred years is very short, but for Chen Xinghe, God knows what kind of luck it will have.

The white-browed old man frowned, stepped back slowly and said, "Little friend, we don't need to fight aggressively between us. This old man is different from those Mahayana monks. He is just an overseas Mahayana invited by Jintianzong, so there is no need..."

With a sound of "boom", it was forced to disperse, and 27 flying swords were interspersed with monsters, trapping the old man with white eyebrows here.

Just one step away, the white-browed old man can leave this place and go far away, but now?Just one step away, he was intercepted by Feijian.

Chen Xinghe chuckled, and raised his voice to ask: "Old man, what is the gold brick you threw just now? Explain it to this junior!"

"Hmph, ignorant junior." The white-browed old man suddenly turned into four arms, and extremely complicated lines appeared behind him, condensing into a dazzling array of crystal frost.

"Boom..." The old man's stature skyrocketed, like a demon revived.

The Jiangmo pestle appeared to confront Guizangjian.

Chen Xinghe laughed happily, and said to Gui Zangjian: "Old Gui, you are at a very high level now, can you work harder?"

"Hey." Gui Zangjian replied with a smile: "We wait for the Xiantian Lingbao to be an object, whether or not it can show its power depends on the strength of the master."

"Are you saying that I can't do it?" Chen Xinghe got on the bar, and suddenly reached out to grab the hilt of the sword, and the 27 flying swords were superimposed immediately, and a terrible aura erupted towards the surroundings.

"Oh! I just realized that you are forcing me to consume my power!" Chen Xinghe had no choice but to draw spiritual energy, because Lei Zun scattered his cultivation base in the world, so he is drawing spiritual energy very quickly now.

This was Chen Xinghe's first time using Mahayana cultivation to control the congenital spiritual treasure, and it felt different from before, as if the heaven and the earth had the same power in the dark.

It's just that Gui Zang Jian's level is indeed very high now, and Chen Xinghe has a weird feeling of being pumped to death in an instant.

"Pfft..." It was as if the figure of the demon god was split in two.

The white-browed old man fell down from the terrifying mood, and saw that the left and right sides of his body were broken, and he wanted to pull them back and splicing them together.

It's just that the sword energy is too terrifying, and it still can't make the body shrink.

Chen Xinghe quickly let go of the flying swords, feeling his whole body became limp and powerless, and cursed secretly: "The drawing is too much, it is really not that easy to control the powerful Lingbao, I can slash three swords at most now."

The white-browed old man was terrified, he is a Mahayana monk!Just one sword, just one sword, actually cut through his supreme god and demon body. It is unimaginable that this kid has only practiced for hundreds of years.

"I'm asking you a question! What the hell is that gold brick?"

"Say, can you let me go?"

"Yes, anyway, you've been injured, and you won't be able to trouble me for at least 30 years. It's okay to let you go, but you have to cooperate with me."

"How to cooperate?"

"Hey." Chen Xinghe suddenly grabbed the two parts of the white-browed old man's body, flew to the edge of a layer of white mist, and raised his arms to throw the old man into it.

"No, little friend, I say, I say everything." The old man was afraid, and said tremblingly: "That gold brick is the flesh and blood of a dream fairy suppressed by [-] treasures! The flesh and blood of immortals still has incredible immortal power, which can make people fall into a cycle of dreams, and even Mahayana monks cannot break free."

Chen Xinghe frowned and asked: "What are you planning to restrain eight Mahayana monks by such means?"

"Reducing Chihuangtian's combat power, the eight Mahayana monks will not be able to participate in the battle for the next hundred years, and the demon world will pay me a big benefit for this." The white-browed old man grinned.

"What's the benefit? Give me half."

"This..." The white-browed old man was furious.

"You won't do it?" Chen Xinghe made a gesture to throw the old man into the white air mass.

"Just do it, the old man is willing to pay half of the benefit." The old man let out a glow.

Soon, the glow magnified and appeared in front of my eyes.

Chen Xinghe raised his eyes to observe for a moment, opened his mouth to swallow the glow into his stomach, felt it carefully for a moment, and his face showed ecstasy.

"Okay, very good, it turned out to be such a treasure, no wonder you became a spy of the devil world."

"Cough, cough, let go of this old man! This is a quarter, let me go and give you another quarter."

Chen Xinghe smiled wickedly, before the white-browed old man could react, he had already been thrown into the white air wall.

(End of this chapter)