Chapter 1899: He escaped?

? I guess it is the natal technique he cultivated, which should have special resistance to the power of thunder. "

The male Xiu in white stared at Chu Chen's body very curiously, and said slowly.

His eyes are very sharp, and it feels very uncomfortable.

It seemed that he was not looking at a person, but a treasure or a magic weapon.

"In my opinion, he should be cultivating a technique with the lightning attribute. This technique seems to be of quite high grade, so it has natural resistance to the power of thunder. When the catastrophe came, it seemed to be swallowed by coincidence. Part of the power of thunder tribulation, so it can exude the atmosphere of Tianhe realm with the cultivation base of the only Linghe realm."

"Your eyesight is good, but this time, you are only half right."

The old monk chuckled, and the folds on his face were shaking slightly, "This young man is not practicing the natal technique of thunder attribute. What he practices is a magical body forging secret technique that can swallow thunder. The power of tempering the physical body forging."

"Can swallow Thunder Tribulation's bodybuilding technique?!"

The man in white repaired his eyelids fiercely, and there was a look of surprise mixed with ecstasy in his eyes.

There are countless body-building secret arts in the world, but body-building arts that can even swallow the power of the tribulations are unheard of. I am afraid that only the legendary ancient mythical era has such magical powers.

Now, this boy actually mastered it?

"This body forging secret technique is extremely exquisite, and I am afraid it is also extremely useful for the strong of Tianhe rank."

The old monk in the dark blue robe said indifferently, "If the sky does not take it, you will suffer. Xiaoguang, you know what to do!"

"Master, I understand."

The man in white nodded, his gaze towards Chu Chen was full of fanaticism.

"I'll catch that guy and torture him for his secret cultivation method. Such magical powers should be mastered by my clan, and it is also one of the blessings of our trip to the little fairy world."

"Don't be so troublesome."

The old monk in the dark blue robe shook his head, "Just kill him directly, then save his head and bring it over. I will use the Nine Nether Searching Soul Secret Art to squeeze out all the things in his mind."

"I know."

The man in white nodded again and again, then his figure moved and flew towards Chu Chen carelessly.

Since the appearance of the old and the young, they have been talking and talking without deliberately concealing and lowering their voice, but they have directly regarded Chu Chen as a dead person.

When everyone around him heard these words, all of them were a little startled.

The purple-robed old man frowned, waved his hand, and released a spiritual power mask to cover the young disciples around him, obviously he was unwilling to cause trouble to stay out of the matter.

But most of the rest of the casual cultivators changed their expressions when they heard the term "Nine Nether Searching Soul Technique", and one by one stepped back subconsciously, and hurriedly left like a snake.

Lan Xuan, Zhou Lin, and Xuan Ke heard the conversation between the old and the young in the sky, but their expressions changed.

Chu Chen had just finished crossing the Tribulation, although his cultivation had been promoted to the Linghe realm, and the aura he radiated had reached the Tianhe stage.

But after all, he had just been promoted, his cultivation base was unstable, and it was unclear whether he suffered internal injuries in that thunder tribulation.

And the aura on this old man has been promoted to Tianhe for a long time, and his realm is extremely stable and heavy. If he makes a move, I am afraid that Chu Chen will be in danger!

Immediately after completing the robbery, he was hunted and killed by a strong man in the Tianhe Realm!

This world is so cruel.

At this moment, the hearts of Lan Xuan, Zhou Lin and others all mentioned it in their throats, while Chu Chen in mid-air still watched the male Xiu in white flying towards him without any expression.

"Little monk, choose your own way of death."

The white-clothed man repaired with a smile at the corner of his mouth, and looked at Chu Chen with extremely cold eyes, and his tone was indifferent like the gods that dominate this world, "Once I choose, I'm afraid you will survive and die. ."

He is the mercy of the high-ranking people to the weak.

Chu Chen's face couldn't see any fluctuations, but immediately afterwards, his figure disappeared.

The man in white was suddenly startled.

This situation is really very weird, the little monk standing in front of him will disappear without a trace in the next second.

During the whole process, there were no fluctuations in spiritual power, there were no traces of magical powers, and Chu Chen didn't even wave his hand.

He just disappeared, disappearing suddenly and without warning?

The spiritual sense of the man in white looked in all directions, but he couldn't sense the slightest breath that originally belonged to Chu Chen.

Even the terrifying thunder and lightning spiritual power fluctuations disappeared without a trace.

Escaped?

This kind of situation makes people panic.

Inexplicably, the man in white felt a coldness through his heart.

It was as if a ferocious snake was hiding somewhere in the void staring at him, the ferocious fangs were already close to his neck, but he couldn't see it at all.

"Master, how did that man... how did he escape? Did he escape?"

The white-clothed man's self-cultivation was slightly stiff. He turned around and glanced hard at the old man in the dark blue robe behind.

At this time, waves of invisible forest and cold aura surging toward him from all directions like tides, giving him a terrifying intuition that he is about to suffer a catastrophe.

"Don't panic."

The old monk in the dark blue robe frowned, and his expression was a little confused, but his expression was still relaxed, as if everything was under control, "Don't worry, the kid can't run far."

The look of the man in white clothes was not at all relaxed, the instinctive sense of crisis enveloped him overwhelmingly, and the crisis became stronger and heavier, as if an invisible voice kept roaring in his ears. .

Run, run!

This kind of intense and terrifying sense of crisis made his entire mind and soul seem to be frozen in ice~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Finally, after holding on for a few breaths, the strong almost suffocating sense of crisis in the void Finally, the man in white was broken.

He suddenly yelled, and a dazzling silver-white spiritual power suddenly appeared around his body, and a huge celestial spirit was faintly transformed into a huge divine form that enveloped him.

"Xiaoguang, don't panic!"

The old monk in the dark blue robe frowned and snarled, "What do you call the Heavenly God's Faxiang? That kid..."

The old monk's voice suddenly disappeared just halfway through, with a few weird babbles.

The man in white turned around subconsciously, and his whole body suddenly froze.

A hand appeared in front of the old monk, a pale and thin hand that seemed to glow like a crystal, faintly surrounded by golden thunder and flames.

(End of this chapter)