After the ascent failed

Chapter 372
Zhang Wuchen's expression completely changed at this moment.

When Ye Chunyang's spiritual thoughts gushed out, he felt as if he was in a cage, and his mana could not function.

"I didn't expect me to be wrong, you are a soul cultivator!" Zhang Wuchen said gloomyly.

All along, he has never regarded Ye Chunyang as an opponent, nor has he bothered to investigate the other party. He did not expect Ye Chunyang to hide such ability, which surprised him deeply.

"But judging from this divine sense, your spiritual cultivation should not be high, right?"

Suddenly, Zhang Wuchen smiled lightly.

Although Ye Chunyang's soul art is weird, the divine sense that imprisoned him is not very strong. According to Zhang Wuchen's judgment, the opponents are no more than around the early stage of Soul Shaping.

"If you really think that you can make an enemy of me based on this, then you are too naive."

"I said before that I, Zhang Wuchen, did not only rely on what you saw on the surface to get to where I am today. My strength is beyond what you can imagine."

Zhang Wuchen smiled, with a hint of arrogance revealed between his brows.

Ye Chunyang had a strange expression when he heard the words, as if he was looking at a fool.

To deal with Zhang Wuchen, he didn't even bother to use all his strength. At this time, the divine sense released was less than one percent. He didn't expect that the other party thought he was just a low-level soul cultivator.

"Ye Chunyang, I thought that Zi Luoyan would make your life worse than death, but I didn't expect you to escape. It would be fine if you obediently hid and ran for your life, but you jumped out to seek death."

"Soon, you will regret coming here today to provoke."

Zhang Wuchen laughed wildly, suddenly there was a loud rumbling sound from his body, and waves of majestic aura rushed out.

In the next moment, his aura rose sharply, increasing several times in an instant, reaching the great achievement of the spirit transformation state.

"This aura... Uncle Zhang's cultivation is actually a master of the Spirit Transformation Realm?"

"Before entering the Gate of Life and Death, Uncle Zhang had only advanced to the Spirit Transformation Realm not long ago, but now he has broken through to another level. This talent is beyond human reach!"

"..."

Feeling the change of Zhang Wuchen's aura, the expressions of all the disciples changed suddenly, and then they all showed shock.

At this time, Zhang Wuchen's cultivation was far better than before, and his mana had also become slightly more concentrated, obviously he had entered the Great Achievement from the Minor Achievement in Transforming Spirit Realm!

Everyone in the Kunlun Ruins knew that Zhang Wuchen had just broken through to the Spirit Transformation Realm before entering the Gate of Life and Death, and now he has reached such a state after only a few months. Looking at the younger generation in the Immortal Cultivation World, who can match it?

In the minds of most of the Kunlun Ruins disciples before, Gu Qian's aptitude was far superior to Zhang Wuchen, but now it seems that he is the real arrogance!

In the dojo, everyone also noticed the abnormality here, and they all looked sideways.

Daoist Haode and Taoist Dengxuan were also secretly surprised, but when they found out that it was Zhang Wuchen's aura, they both showed gratified smiles on their faces.

"Unexpectedly, Wuchen has already reached the Great Achievement of Transforming Spirit Realm. This speed is far superior to that of you and me."

Taoist Dengxuan nodded secretly, with a flash of pride on his face.

This disciple did not disappoint him.

"Wuchen is indeed very talented. Someone should be provoking him just now, right? There will inevitably be some friction between the disciples. It's not good for us elders to intervene. Let them solve it themselves." Master Haode also praised him.

The continuous breakthrough in just a few months cannot be ignored by real Haode.

Maybe he felt sorry for Gu Qian before, but now it seems that it is a good thing that the weight of the head falls on Zhang Wuchen.

"Senior brother is right. Although I don't know who is provoking wantonly on this grand ceremony day, but with Wuchen's strength, it can be solved with a wave of hands." Taoist Dengxuan calmly smiled.

After finishing speaking, he closed his eyes and meditated in silence.

Several old monsters also sat quietly, showing no impatience.

At the same time, in the main peak of Kunlun, Zhang Wuchen was condescending, like a god king, the power of divine sense that imprisoned him was also broken, and his body flew into the air.

"Ye Chunyang, is this your strength? If that's the case, it's still too late for you to kneel down and beg for mercy."

Zhang Wuchen looked down at Ye Chunyang from the sky, and laughed wildly.

As early as three months ago, Zhang Wuchen had broken through to the Great Achievement of Spirit Transformation. In his opinion, although Ye Chunyang concealed his strength, he was nothing to be afraid of.

"How can you be confident if you have achieved great success in the Spirit Transformation Realm?"

Ye Chunyang shook his head and sneered.

"Dare to speak wild words when you are about to die. I didn't want to kill you so quickly. Since you are so rampant, I will fulfill you!"

Zhang Wuchen's eyes turned cold.

As the words fell, he grabbed it with one hand, and there was a loud rumbling sound from the ground below. All the disciples looked down at their feet, and saw that the ground was undulating. middle.

Pull up the mountain with unparalleled energy!
Everyone looked horrified.

This mountain peak weighs more than a thousand gold, but it is light in Zhang Wuchen's hands. At this time, everyone clearly felt that under his mana, the gravity of this mountain has soared, and it has the majesty to crush everything.

With a wave of Zhang Wuchen's hand, the mountain covered the clouds and sun, and fell with a crash.

"Bang bang bang!"

The tyrannical air wave gushed out from the bottom of the mountain, all the disciples of the Dao Foundation Realm felt their breath stagnate, and almost fainted, and looked at the place where the mountain fell, and there was a figure standing there motionless.

But the actions that the figure made immediately surprised everyone.

I saw him take a step forward, clenched a fist with one hand, and flew into the air.

"This kid, is he going to resist this attack?"

All the disciples looked at each other, and they all saw the surprise in each other's eyes.

Zhang Wuchen's blow from Yushan was almost sure to kill, even if they were united, they might not be able to catch it, Ye Chunyang went to meet him head-on, almost hitting a stone with an egg.

"Maybe he was scared out of his wits?"

Someone sneered.

Others also thought so, and looked at Ye Chunyang with mockery.

But before a smile appeared on their faces, their expressions froze.

Ye Chunyang's figure was like lightning, he flashed to the bottom of the giant mountain, raised his hand and punched out.

"Boom!"

There was an explosion sound like landslides and ground cracks. Under everyone's inconceivable gazes, the stone peak blessed by Zhang Wuchen's magic power instantly turned into dust, and Ye Chunyang's figure leaped out of it, and in the next instant he was in front of Zhang Wuchen.

Zhang Wuchen's shock was no small matter, he immediately squeezed the formula with both hands, wanting to continue casting spells.

But at this time, a powerful spiritual pressure enveloped the sky, and before he had time to activate the spell, Zhang Wuchen staggered suddenly, the spiritual light all over his body exploded, and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

"you?"

Zhang Wuchen's eyes were blood red, and there was intense horror on his face.

"Do you think you are strong?"

"With your cultivation level, you are like an ant in my eyes, pitifully weak."

Ye Chunyang appeared out of thin air, his eyes as cold as ice.

He held it with one hand, thunder and fire twined in his palm, and a silver lightsaber appeared.

On the body of the sword, fierce electric arcs jumped one after another, the edge was cold and sharp, and under the tap of his two fingers, they suddenly flew into the sky, and slashed straight at Zhang Wuchen's throat.

Zhang Wuchen's face changed drastically.

At this time, he suddenly found that his spiritual power was banned again, and he couldn't summon it even if he had the spiritual treasure of his own life in his body.

"Fellow Daoist Luo, help me!"

Zhang Wuchen couldn't believe that he would be defeated. Seeing Ye Chunyang's flying sword arrive, he hurriedly said to the purple-robed man.

As long as he can break free from the shackles of Ye Chunyang's divine sense, he is confident that he can counter-kill the opponent.

"No one can save you, today I want your life Zhang Wuchen!" Ye Chunyang said indifferently.

The purple-robed man who had been watching the battle from the sidelines narrowed his eyes when he heard this.

He didn't speak, and immediately flew up, and slapped the Qiankun bag on his waist.

Only two muffled sounds of "噗噗" were heard, and a small black tripod flew out in the air, and it turned into a huge tripod in an instant under the urging of its mana, bursts of cold breath gushed out from it, blocking Ye Chunyang's slashing direction. Zhang Wuchen's flying sword.

At this time, everyone saw that the aura of the tripod invaded here, and the surrounding flowers, plants and trees withered in an instant, and they looked extremely poisonous.

"My fellow Taoist, I have no grievances or enmities with you. I don't want to hurt you. As long as you let Mr. Zhang go, I will retreat immediately." The man in purple robe said to Ye Chunyang while urging the black cauldron.

Unexpectedly, Ye Chunyang didn't even look at him, so he slashed with his flying sword, and immediately, an unforgettable scene of the purple-robed man appeared in front of him.

The black cauldron that Zhang Wuchen built in the Gate of Life and Death, was split into two by a flash of silver light, and exploded in two halves, turning into a piece of scrap copper and rotten iron in a blink of an eye.

"what?"

The middle-aged man in purple robe opened his eyes wide.

He couldn't help but looked at Ye Chunyang in horror, but seeing the sarcasm in the other's eyes, he urged him to control the sword again.

In the blink of an eye, the flying sword that slashed the black cauldron suddenly appeared in front of the middle-aged man in purple robe.

This time, the expression of the middle-aged man in Zipao changed wildly.

He frantically cast spells and curses for a while, his whole body was continuously lit up, and he put his body on heavy defense.

But soon the middle-aged man in Zipao felt a chill, the silver flying sword circled up and down a few times, and the defensive aura around him was easily cut open like tofu.

Afterwards, this mysterious and strange purple-robed man was strangled several times by the silver flying sword, and disappeared directly from the world.

Zhang Wuchen watched this scene helplessly, and suddenly a chill came from behind.

The cultivation base of this middle-aged man in the purple robe has reached the perfection of the spirit transformation state, and he is only one step away from forming a golden core. His strength is superior to him, but he was beheaded by Ye Chunyang in one face-to-face.

Zhang Wuchen suddenly felt like the sky was falling, and he could kill him even when he reached the Spirit Transformation Realm. What kind of existence was he fighting against?
"This kid is too weird, and the situation will not benefit me if I continue to entangle myself."

Zhang Wuchen has endured for many years, and his temperament is also very comparable to others.

He gritted his teeth fiercely, spewed out a mouthful of blood arrows, and muttered a spell in his mouth.

Immediately, a bloody light shrouded from mid-air, turning into a blood-colored cloak to cover his body.

Zhang Wuchen, who was suppressed by Ye Chunyang a moment ago and couldn't move, suddenly regained his mana, and drove the bloody cloak towards the direction of the inner sect dojo at an astonishing speed.

"Want to go?"

Ye Chunyang sneered, a pair of blue bone wings stretched out behind his back, a few thunderbolts flickered, and disappeared like a flash of lightning.

"Albatron Wing!"

"She gave you all this!"

From the corner of his eye, Zhang Wuchen saw the bone wings on Ye Chunyang's back, and his eyes were filled with jealousy.

How could he be unfamiliar with this wing? Given the importance Gu Qian attached to this pair of Qing Yunyi, he actually handed it over to Ye Chunyang, which showed the latter's position in his heart.

"I tried my best but failed to get into your heart. Why did he treat you so differently?"

Zhang Wuchen felt hatred in his heart.

But he was not allowed to think deeply at this moment, under the blessing of the bloody cloak, his speed was extremely fast.

As long as he rushed to the dojo and was sheltered by the two grand elders and elders from various peaks, he would be fine.

But soon, there was a trace of horror on his face, and his figure suddenly stopped in midair.

The silver flying sword suddenly appeared behind him.

(End of this chapter)