Chapter 106 How can this guy run so fast?

Just when Song Qingyuan thought he would win this time.

But who would have thought, the next second.

Boom.

The four stone pillars of the Four Evils Formation suddenly collapsed, and with crackling sounds, countless cracks spread to the entire formation altar.

A moment later, the formation collapsed.

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The surrounding light curtains also dissipated and turned into starlight.

On the other hand, Chen Yun was safe and sound.

"This, this! How is it possible!"

Song Qingyuan couldn't believe what he saw, and was shocked. His face was full of astonishment and horror.

How could Chen Yun still be fine with this level of attack?

Compared to Song Qingyuan's shock, the shock of the other two people in the field was not much less than his.

Ma Zhenguo's face became longer, his mouth opened wide, and he looked at Chen Yun stupidly, as if he was looking at a devil.

In the shadows, the man under the hood raised a surprised arc at the corner of his mouth, and said secretly: "This boy must be eliminated, otherwise he will become a big trouble in the future."

Chen Yun breathed a sigh of relief, waved his sleeves to wipe away the dust in front of his eyes, coughed, and took a step forward. He checked and found that 25% of the damage from the previous attack fell on him.

But because he had the black scale armor, he blocked this part of the damage.

But the spiritual light on the black scale armor also dissipated, and it was obvious that the black scale armor was also useless.

But fortunately, his puppet was still intact. The damage just now only destroyed the black scale treasure armor, and the damage was not strong enough to let the puppet share the damage.

"Please help me, senior, I am really not this man's opponent."

Song Qingyuan knelt on the ground with disheveled hair, looking for the breath of the ancestor everywhere, and kowtowed blindly and panickedly.

Chen Yun and Ma Zhenguo's faces changed slightly.

There are other people?

Chen Yun flipped his wrist and raised his finger, a golden light shot out from his sleeve, and in an instant, Song Qingyuan's head fell to the ground.

Chen Yun had been practicing this "Golden Yuan Sword Art" for a long time, but he had not made any progress. He barely got to the entrance.

Although he was not good at fighting with others, he had no problem cleaning up the mess.

Chen Yun knew that there were still people hiding here. The sword light split into several small swords, surrounding his body, and the other ten Qi Refining puppets were tightly protecting him behind him.

"Waste."

A hooded figure slowly walked out of the darkness and kicked Song Qingyuan's body aside.

Song Qingyuan's storage bag fell to the ground. The old man glanced at it and slowly took off his hat to reveal an old face.

Chen Yun and Ma Zhenguo changed color. The two did not feel the slightest spiritual power fluctuation from this person, which meant that this person was either not a mortal or his cultivation was far above them.

"You can't even take down two foundation-building cultivators. You are such a waste. It's hard to carve a rotten wood. However, you are quite interesting. If I hadn't stopped accepting disciples, I would have asked you to become my disciple."

When the old man lowered his cold eyes and saw Chen Yun, he felt cold all over and couldn't move.

Damn it.

Sure enough, the next second, the old man burst out with a surging breath, which was like the trembling of an ancient mountain and the rise of a thousand-foot-high building from the ground.

The old man raised his hand lightly and two blood lights flashed in front of his eyes.

Chen Yun felt a sharp pain in his chest and took two steps back in succession. In contrast, Ma Zhenguo didn't take a step back. He was about to be surprised, but was horrified to find that his chest had been pierced with a fist-sized blood hole.

When Chen Yun looked down, he was fine, but nine of the ten Qi-refining puppets behind him exploded instantly, leaving only one, which was also shaky.

Chen Yun took a breath of cold air.

He knew that if the puppet of [Teammate's Disaster] had not helped him share the fatal blow, he would have been a corpse.

And because the opponent used some magic weapon, which was extremely fast, even [Anti-Injury Armor] might not be able to accurately reflect the judgment time.

Compared with Chen Yun's shock.

As the fourth-level Jindan, the Blood Spirit Sect's Guiyuan Patriarch was the most shocked.

His life-saving magic weapon, the Blood Spirit Snatch, had been sacrificed for hundreds of years. It was extremely fast and extremely powerful. People in the same realm were often killed by his insidious plots.

A mere foundation-building cultivator was fine.

This was simply unbelievable.

This kid must have some magic weapon given by the family's Jindan Patriarch.

If this person is not eliminated, I am afraid that it will cause huge troubles in the future.

Thinking of this, the Guiyuan Patriarch was about to use the Blood Spirit Snatch again.

At this time,

A thunderbolt of lightning suddenly hurled over. The face of the Guiyuan Patriarch was as gloomy as water, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised. A thick golden elixir-level blood-colored shield appeared at his fingertips.

"Fellow Daoist Chen, hurry up."

Ma Zhenguo stumbled back a step, covering his bleeding wound with one hand, and slapped the storage bag into his hand with the other hand, pushing him hard.

"Quick, I'll cover you."

"Give the storage bag to my wife."

"I will fight this evil thief to the death!"

With a bang, thick smoke billowed, and the violent bombing sound caused stones and dust to roll down here, as if it would collapse immediately.

The Guiyuan Patriarch dispersed the smoke and dust with a sleeve, and the palm thunder did not even stir up a ripple on his body shield.

"Humph, ant."

The Guiyuan Patriarch took a step slowly, and the next second, he was stunned and stood there.

Why is there one less person?

"Where's that kid? When did he come?"

"What!"

Gui Yuan Patriarch looked down and found that even Song Qingyuan's storage bag had been taken away by him.

You know, there are several important things in it. If he hadn't cared about the image of the golden elixir, he would have wanted to pick it up at that time.

What happened in the blink of an eye just now?

The face of the Guiyuan Patriarch changed drastically, as black as an iron pot. If people knew that a small foundation-building cultivator had taken the storage bag under his nose and escaped.

He might not have the face to see other golden elixir cultivators.

"I will dig you out even if I have to dig three feet deep."

The face of the Guiyuan Patriarch was ashen with anger. His majestic divine thoughts were like the Milky Way falling from the sky, pouring down along the Xuanwu City. Every street and every house were covered by his divine thoughts.

But unfortunately, nothing was found.

This person seemed to have disappeared out of thin air.

Seeing the face of the Guiyuan Patriarch, Ma Zhenguo's face was as white as paper, and his breath was weak, but he had to force a laugh.

"Haha."

"Fellow Daoist Chen escaped so fast..."

Before Ma Zhenguo finished speaking, his head dropped and his hands spread out. He died here and returned to heaven.

"Okay, okay, your name is Chen Yun. I remember it. Even if I have to kill you to the ends of the earth, I will get rid of you."

Ancestor Guiyuan clenched his bloody fist, and behind him appeared a golden elixir with a mountain of corpses and blood, and a mountain of bones.

A small island hanging alone in the sea.

The island is more than 20 kilometers in radius, high in the east and low in the west. At this time, a man in green fell from the sky on the beach. After a short period of discomfort, he stood up staggeringly, rubbed his temples, and sat down on the beach again.

After a long time, he stopped feeling nauseous and wanted to vomit. Looking at the surging sea with rippling blue waves, Chen Yun looked for a long time, and finally stood up slowly until the sun set in the west.

He knew that he must be out of danger.

After all, he ran from the desert to the island in the sea.

This light-shaking bracelet is really useful. Chen Yun looked at the light-shaking bracelet on his wrist. The spiritual light dimmed a lot. It seems that it is really used less and less.

The broken magic weapon bought with 50,000 spirit stones is worth it to save his life once.

"It's just that Ma Zhenguo... Alas, Brother Ma, go well, we will be friends again in the next life."

Chen Yun raised the sand in his hand high and looked at the red clouds in the sky. It seemed that even the cry of the seagulls was a bit sad.

"By the way, take a look at Song Qingyuan's storage bag. If I am not wrong, the Jindan cultivator seems to care about it very much."

Chen Yun felt something was wrong at the time. As a Jindan cultivator, the other party chose to stand with a corpse and did not rush over at the first time.

And his eyes stayed on the storage bag many times. It is estimated that he was embarrassed to pick up the storage bag in front of the two of them because of the face of the ancestor.

Before leaving, he used the [Green Smoke Step] to instantly reach his feet, took the storage bag, and then used the Light Shaking Bracelet to instantly escape thousands of miles away.

To be honest, my heart is beating faster now when I think about it, and I am terrified.

He had a chance for a moment, but if he had hesitated a little, he would not have been able to do all this.

But I hope it is all worth it.