Conceited Immortal On Campus

Baoguang is soaring above the volcano.

Under the volcano, I do not know when two figures appear, it seems to want to climb.

One of them had a dark complexion, with fine curly hair on his head and some strange veins on his body.

One of them had half white hair and was more than sixty years old. He held the bones of some kind of beast with an amber inlaid on them.

Two people are startled by this light column, can't help looking up.

They looked at each other and saw the shock in each other's eyes.

I saw that the old man was reciting some incantation. It seemed that there was a wind gathering under him, but they were still in the air.

Immediately, the two men rushed to the top of the volcano with extremely fast speed.

Above the lava layer, Chen Yi's face is a little pale, and his eyes are still quiet.

When he looked at the cauldron, he felt a sudden shock in his hand. There was a treasure light falling into his hand.

Baoguang gradually disappeared, revealing something that looked like a knife but not a knife. On the surface, it was like a burnt stone.

Chen Yi looks at the treasure in his hand and shows a faint smile.

All of a sudden, his eyes moved slightly, and he turned to the top of the volcano.

"There are still people here?"

There seems to be a touch of surprise in Chen Yi's eyes.

Thousands of miles away, uninhabited, not suitable for survival, there will be people.

He turned slowly and looked at the two people on the top of the mountain.

"There is still a strong warrior who is comparable to a large number of divisions?"

Chen Yi is even more surprised, but the strength of the two makes Chen Yi feel familiar.

"It seems that it's one of the twelve witches."

Chen Yi looks quietly. The so-called witches have been in China since ancient times.

However, according to Chen Yi, there were only five veins left in the Wu clan thousands of years ago, and now they are even rarer.

In the whole China, there will not be a hundred people who practice sorcery.

The strongest one should be a descendant of the Wu clan in the Miao area. He once saw a real warrior who should be comparable to zhenlijing 60 years ago. It is still unknown whether he is still alive.

However, here, he was aware of a line of witches.

He didn't know which pulse, but there was sorcery in his body.

The magic power of the sorcerer is different from that of the immortal cultivator. The internal power and Qi of the warrior are also different.

But it is similar to some Chinese who walk in the side gate and never break off the immortal gate.

Some of the inheritors of the witches practice spiritual power to control the geomantic omen of the earth fire. Some of the inheritors of the witches practice body refining, and their bodies are comparable to refined steel. Some of the inheritors of the witches even practice divination.

There are also the inheritors of the sorcery clan, who practice poisonous insects to kill the enemy

In Chen Yi's eyes, the two people who practice sorcery are looking at the earth fire cauldron.

When they saw Chen Yi, one of them spoke out, and Chen Yi had never heard of what he said.

For example, the languages of some small countries around China are quite different, more like dialects.

The man in his forties spoke, but Chen Yi couldn't understand.

However, Chen Yi is aware of the evil from this person's eyes, and even angry.

Chen Yi said faintly, "do you know the Chinese language?"

He let out a voice, let those two cultivation sorcery force of a person leng.

Among them, the old man holding the staff of animal bone suddenly said, "are you Chinese?"

His words are very difficult, even with strange syllables, which sounds very strange.

Chen Yi nodded faintly when she was able to communicate.

The old man said slowly, "this is the holy land. You shouldn't break in without authorization."

Hearing this, Chen Yi couldn't help laughing. He looked at the old man and said, "holy land? When I came here, you didn't know where you were

This made the old man pause slightly. He tried to understand Chen Yi's words.

All of a sudden, his eyes burst out with a sense of malice, "trespass on the holy land of our family, do you dare to humiliate me?"

I don't know if he understands Chen Yi's words. The middle-aged man beside him is also furious.

But Chen Yi shakes her head gently. This is the truth. How can we talk about humiliation?

Anyway, the magic weapon in his hand has been practiced, and the cauldron has been melted together by him. Even these two people can't shake it.

Chen Yi simply wants to leave.

But before he moved, there was a shriek on the top of the mountain.

I saw that the middle-aged man who practised witchcraft power was like an eagle flying into the air, and suddenly turned brown on his hands.

The magic power condenses on both hands and turns into claws to kill Chen Yi.

Far away, Chen Yi can still feel the evil spirit of this man.

Chen Yi's brows are slightly wrinkled. His mana is nearly 90% consumed, but even if only 10% is left, it is not comparable to this middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man fell down, clawed his hands, tore the air and killed Chen Yi.Chen Yi takes a look at the middle-aged man. He holds the refined magic weapon in his left hand and claps it forward with one hand.

All of a sudden, a voice came from the top of the mountain. The middle-aged man's face changed slightly. From the air, he suddenly solidified his body. Then he suddenly fell down on the lava layer and killed Chen Yi again.

This change is so fast that even the martial arts masters may not be able to reflect it.

Chen Yi glanced at the old man on the top of the mountain, "do you practice divination?"

Then, the palm of his hand fell slowly.

His hand crossed the middle-aged man's claws.

Then, it was a slap on the middle-aged man.

Bang!

With a dull sound, the man was directly blasted away for more than ten meters and retreated on the lava layer.

As a result, his eyes turned red and he let out a roar. In his mouth, Chen Yi's words were hard to understand.

He killed again. This time, Chen Yi's face changed.

His face like a layer of frost, before this palm, he has left hand, but, this person unexpectedly again.

"Ordinary people don't know how to be awed!"

Chen Yi makes a cold voice. Even though she has some magic power in her body, it's only in a flash that she wants to kill him.

However, before he started, he heard the old man on the top of the mountain speak again.

The middle-aged man stopped again and then retreated.

This makes Chen Yi's arm pause slightly. He looks up at the old man.

But the old man held his arms high and said something in his hands.

Only in the hands of the bone stick above, blooming a layer of halo.

Then, the halo fell directly on the middle-aged man.

Whoo!

The wind burst, the middle-aged people's breath suddenly increased, not only that, with the old man chanting, there are five or six halos into the middle-aged people's body.

Chen Yi looked at it with an indifferent look on his face. "Is the blessing of witchcraft the pulse of the priest?"

The breath of the middle-aged man increased sharply, from the breath of the Chinese martial arts master to the peak of the master, and it was not far away from the great master.

He stepped on his feet, several times faster.

No, his body seems to be many times lighter, there are many invisible winds around to help.

In the blink of an eye, the middle-aged man appeared in front of Chen Yi, his hands turned into fists, and in a flash, his fists were like a storm.

Every fist is powerful and heavy, which means that the master is afraid that he will be smashed by these two fists.

Chen Yi has a bit of sharpness in his eyes.

He turned into a lot of shadow with one hand, and each hand blocked the middle-aged man's fist.

The sound of collision is constantly ringing, and the wind is blowing in all directions.

All of a sudden, Chen Yi missed many blows and landed on the middle-aged man's chest.

But hearing the sound of a cracked bone, the middle-aged man was blown tens of meters.

The middle-aged man burst out a big mouthful of blood, and his eyes seemed to be full of shock.

Chen Yi has a cold face. When his left hand shakes slightly, a scorched stone breaks, revealing his magic weapon.

"You dare to be my enemy?"