I can make a crit with alchemy

Chapter 371: Ten thousand swords return to the sect!Jiuxu Qingxu son!

"Third Mister, you are here." Master Peng Jing under Mr. Big saw Chen Xinghe, his face was not very good-looking, but he still respectfully paid his respects.

Mr. San's strength has been promoted extremely fast, his combat power is terrifying, and he is usually low-key and mysterious. Although Master Pengjing knows that he is in the same realm as him, he knows that he cannot be his opponent, so he has to give him the face he deserves.

Chen Xinghe nodded slightly, looked at Zilei Bingyan exuding a terrifying aura, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

The power and terror of this divine fire were beyond his expectations. If Ye Changan got it, he might at least be able to refine one more primordial spirit!
At this time, Mr. Er's subordinates also bowed their hands to pay respects, while Mr. Fourth, who was watching from a distance, was indifferent.

Chen Xinghe knew that this guy had always been taciturn, even at the annual midnight gathering, he never spoke.

But the rumored strength of this guy is extremely terrifying, even Chen Xinghe is not sure that he can stand up to a Mahayana monk head-on!
Chen Xinghe withdrew his thoughts, looked at the first hall and the second hall without the leader of Mr. He was a little tempted by this divine fire, he didn't believe Mr. Big and Mister No. [-] knew about this, but they were indifferent.

So why didn't they come?

Thinking in this way, Chen Xinghe's starry eyes sparkled, he secretly glanced at the black-clothed man standing behind Reverend Peng Jing, and thought about it.

"Play by ear later." Chen Xinghe secretly sent a voice transmission to Ye Changan, and handed Ye Changan a rhombus-shaped blue jade pendant.

Ye Changan took the jade pendant, and his hands were cool and cold, circles of ice mist bloomed around it, and the blue-green jade exuded a moonlight-like brilliance.

"What is this?" Ye Changan looked around and asked secretly through voice transmission.

"Heart of the North Pole." Chen Xinghe said leisurely:
"When collecting the divine fire, remember to use this gem to protect the body and soul."

This gem is hidden deep in the Arctic ice sheet, buried under the black ice that has been formed for hundreds of thousands of years. Even monks in the Mahayana realm are not sure about getting it. Resonance and harmony, it is a coincidence to get this treasure of the continent.

"Okay." Ye Changan nodded secretly.

Since the master is willing to hand over this treasure to him, he has made up his mind to help him collect the divine fire. At this time, there is no need to be hypocritical, just remember the kindness.

Seeing that Mr. San had been here for a while, but he didn't make any movement, Master Peng Jing lost his composure and looked at Chen Xinghe.

Chen Xinghe also looked at Master Peng Jing, "What are you doing here?"

Master Peng Jing bowed his hands and said respectfully:
"Mr. Three please?"

The meaning of this sentence is very clear, I respect you, you can go first, if you don't go first, I will go first.

Chen Xinghe said calmly:

"No, first come, first served, I'll take a look first, Master Peng Jing can do as he pleases, don't worry about me."

Master Peng Jing nodded with a smile, no longer hesitated, and led his men to fly towards Zilei Bingyan on the mountain not far away!

Mr. Er's subordinates couldn't sit still any longer, they all turned into rays of light and flew towards Shenhuo.

This kind of divine fire already has a certain degree of spirituality. As long as it can be recognized as the master, no one can take it away. Therefore, all the monks in the state of transformation present want to give it a try. If the divine fire can be recognized as the master, Isn't it blood money?
Of course Ye Changan also had this idea, but the master didn't speak, so he just watched carefully, the situation in the arena was still unclear, so he couldn't act hastily.

Standing with his hands behind his back, Chen Xinghe looked at the more than two hundred people flying towards Zilei Bingyan, counting silently in his heart:

Three, two, one...

"brush!"

The sword light surged, thousands of feet in an instant!
The white sword light passed through the bodies of several monks at the front, bringing forth dancing blood flowers!
The cultivators who were scrambling to fly forward stopped one after another and looked at the person who shot.

This person is the man in black behind the real Peng Jing.

This man is plain-looking, low-key, and has never spoken before. He belongs to the general crowd in the crowd. The existence of cannon fodder among the treasure hunters, no one thought that he would violently kill people, and judging by the method of killing people, his strength is not enough. Low!
"What are you going to do?" Master Peng Jing cursed, and shot at the man in black without hesitation!
The blood burst out. As a strong man in the late stage of the Hedao Realm, Master Peng Jing was also an existence that could enter the top five in the first hall. Fist, attacking towards the man in black.

The fist was so powerful that even Ye Chang'an, who was hundreds of meters away, could feel the terrifying coercion.

Seeing this move that could definitely kill him instantly, Ye Changan was terrified. The great power in the late stage of the Dao realm, the attack is really sharp!

However, what happened next left Ye Changan completely stunned.

I saw a flash of sword light, drawing sword shadows all over the sky, and then the sword shadows returned to one, and fell into the hands of the man in black. The majestic Pengjing real person who was so majestic a second ago turned into thousands of pieces and fell into the clouds !
"Hint: Get Metal Qi +50!"

"Hint: Get Golden Spirit Root +5!"

"Hint: Obtain +1 perception of the law of sword intent!"

"Hint: Get +1 for comprehension of the Nine Illusions Divine Art!"

Ye Changan's heart was shaken when he heard the reminders from the assistants, this is the master of the Central Plains!

It's still comfortable to see the mighty power of the Central Plains fighting, and with one sword strike, so many sentimental attributes burst out!
He continued to watch the battle, with excitement flashing in his eyes.

Daoist Peng Jing's soul appeared behind him, he didn't dare to look at the man in black, and frantically teleported away to the distance!

However, in the next moment, a white sword light passed through the chest of his primordial spirit like a tarsus maggot. The real Peng Jing was terrified and opened his mouth wide to speak, but the law came and the sword light surged. In the next moment, his The primordial spirit has turned into crystal light and disappeared between the heaven and the earth!

Daoist Realm Almighty, fall!

"Wan Jian returns to the sect, the Xu sword flashes, the sun shines thousands of miles away, the old monster of the Nine Xu Sword Sect is here." Chen Xinghe squinted his eyes and spoke leisurely.

Ye Chang'an glanced at his master, and he felt excited. The members of the Nine Illusion Sword Sect are his own. With such a terrifying and powerful Luanzhen, wouldn't it be easy to capture this wave of divine fire?

However, the facts proved that Ye Changan's thinking was a little simple. After Chen Xinghe said this, he looked at the man in black and said loudly:

"Old Daoist Qingxuzi, you didn't practice in Jiuxu Sword Sect and enjoy your old age peacefully, but you came to my northern Xinjiang Ye Temple to make trouble, are you deceiving me that there is no one in the Ye Temple?"

As soon as these words came out, the cultivators of the Night Temple standing next to Qing Xuzi finally realized the seriousness of the matter, and scattered like birds and beasts, scrambling to fly in all directions, wanting to stay away from Qing Xuzi, the farther the better!
The man in black chuckled, the white light beside him was like the sun, and the shadow of the sword was like the sea. He has practiced the Nine Illusions Divine Art to perfection, and all the space under this sky is within the coverage of his Nine Illusions Divine Sword !

Blood was like rain, minced meat rustled, and hundreds of cultivators who were either in the realm of transforming gods or in the realm of Taoism were shrouded in endless sword light, turning into rain of blood one after another, and no one survived!

"Presumptuous!" Chen Xinghe yelled loudly, blood burst out from the palm of his hand, turning into a gossip golden disc, and the rapidly changing laws enveloped Qing Xuzi, the man in black.

"Eight great methods?" Qing Xuzi showed disdain on his face, he chuckled lightly and said:

"With the strength of the Dao Realm, before the unity of heaven and man, it is ridiculous to try to control the eight poles and draw tiger dogs?"

As the sword light in his hand surged, the law evolved, and the sword shadow surged, boundless. In an instant, the sky turned into an ocean of sword light again!
"Nine emptiness magic skills, small tricks!" Chen Xinghe snorted coldly, turned into a ball of blood light, escaped into the octagonal light array, rushed towards Qing Xuzi, and collided with Jianguang Haiyang!
(End of this chapter)