C507 He's Back
C507 He's Back
Every wisp of blood colored starlight rose into the sky and struck the great formation above.
"Chen, do you think this formation can break my divinatory divinatory immortal sealing formation!?"
"It doesn't matter if you say that when this formation is passed down to Qi Refinement, even though it is only a broken part of the formation, it is still not something that ordinary Golden Core Stage cultivators can break."
Mu Zifeng's voice was slowly transmitted into Chen Yi's ears along with Long Yinsheng's voice. The blood dragon rolled and lunged at Chen Yi.
Chen Yi gently wiped away the blood on his palms. It was as if his magic power was circulating, dispelling the blood at the corner of his mouth.
He wore a devil ink robe and stood with his hands behind his back.
Even though the blood dragon came with a murderous aura, he ignored it.
This kind of madness caused Mu Zifeng to tremble even more.
"Chen, you dare to look down on me like this? Let's see if you'll still be so calm when you're on the verge of death!"
Long Yin's furious roar accompanied it, and the blood dragon was almost within reach.
Strong winds swept across, but Chen Yi's expression was the same as before.
Suddenly, the blood dragon froze.
Cracks appeared in the blood formation above. These cracks were like a blade, completely cutting off the connection between the formation and the blood dragon.
"This is impossible!"
Mu Zifeng suddenly opened his mouth. In an instant, the eight people who had set up the formation, apart from the puppets controlled by Mu Zifeng, had all exploded and turned into a large amount of blood fog.
These were the men of sacrifice. They had died well and were buried here.
At this moment, the blood dragon also split apart inch by inch. It exploded in the air and returned to Heaven and Earth.
On the golden mountain, the night sky was as old as before, the moonlight bright and clear.
Only this place was round, and it was practically in a mess. It seemed as if it had experienced an explosion, and the stairs, stones, and grass had been flattened.
The puppet controlled by Mu Zifeng had blood flowing out of its seven apertures, and its lips were trembling unceasingly as if it didn't dare believe this fact.
Even the witch's expression changed, let alone Mu Zifeng.
Who would have thought that the formation would be broken in the blink of an eye and the situation would be reversed?
Chen Yi's eyes moved slightly. He looked at the puppet controlled by Mu Zifeng. "Who told you that I am only an ordinary Gold Core cultivator?"
His words seemed to be filled with arrogance.
Chen Yi's eyes were indifferent. He merely pointed out and pierced through the forehead of the puppet.
"The world is so big that there is no place for you."
"Mu Zifeng, I will give you some time to escape. After twelve hours, there will no longer be you in the world!"
Chen Yi said in a calm voice.
He raised his eyes to look at the moon, but there was no joy in his eyes.
Yan Ann had already taken half of his revenge, but there was still one more person left.
Retracting his gaze, Chen Yi suddenly moved his feet, as if he was riding the wind.
On the golden mountain, there was a black fog that merged with the night sky, heading out of the golden mountain.
Suddenly, there was a cold light in the sky that was as cold as snow. It cut through the night sky, instantly piercing through the black fog.
Puff!
The black mist dissipated and turned into the figure of the Witch. Her face was pale as she clutched her right leg.
Her right leg was pierced through by a Blade Sheath and was firmly pinned to the ground.
Her face was full of fear, but she saw someone flying over from the sky.
The ink robe was like a mountain, pressing down on her until she was almost suffocating.
Chen Yi was in the air. Although he didn't have much magic power in his body, the Elemental Swallowing Spell in his body was continuously refining the power of the three Golden Core Stage experts, and his magic power was also constantly recovering.
He stood in the air, and with a move of his palm, the Blade Sheath was almost stained with blood and returned to Chen Yi's palm.
The devil witch was full of fear. She couldn't see any mercy in Chen Yi's eyes.
"Ancestor Chen, I know I was wrong. I am willing to surrender!"
Suddenly, the witch stood up and bowed to Chen Yi.
A mighty Martial Arts Golden Core Stage warrior was famous in the ocean. He was even regarded as a nightmare. But now, he was kneeling on the ground and begging Chen Yi for mercy.
Chen Yi looked at the witch and said indifferently, "If I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place!"
As he spoke, Chen Yi formed a seal and a spell that looked like the word 'Fu' appeared on his fingertip.
"This is the 'Fu Spirit Art'. If you endure this seal, I can determine your life with a single thought!"
Chen Yi's words caused the witch's expression to suddenly change.
There was fear and resistance in her eyes.
A single thought to decide life and death meant that her life would be completely under Chen Yi's control in the future.
"Damn it!"
The witch roared in her heart, but what terrified her even more was that she understood that if she refused...
"If you don't want to, I'll send you to hell!" Chen Yi spoke casually, completely extinguishing the despair in the witch's heart.
"Do not resist. Otherwise, your soul will be damaged. It will be no different than death."
As Chen Yi spoke, the Crouching Spirit Spell slowly landed on the witch's forehead.
When the spell entered the body of the witch, Chen Yi's eyes moved slightly, as if he was surprised.
"You are decisive!" Chen Yi said calmly. Although the Crouching Spirit Art could kill people thousands of miles away, the conditions were harsh.
The witch's soul hadn't been damaged. It was obvious that she didn't have the slightest intention of resisting when she received the spell.
This was something that ordinary beings couldn't do. The stronger one was, the more they would not be able to accept it wholeheartedly.
The witch opened her eyes. She felt as if there was a shackle in her soul. Witches trained their spiritual power to begin with, so she was even more aware of this. It was as if a bomb was buried in her soul.
With just a thought from the Ancestor Chen in front of her, her soul and spiritual energy would be blown to smithereens.
"The Ancestor Chen is like the power of a god, how could I not believe it?" The witch lowered her head. Her eyes were dark.
She was capable of free bodies, but now she was like a bird in a cage. She did not dare to resist, but she needed time to accept it.
Chen Yi nodded slightly. His body slowly descended. "Name!"
"Yessir Annie, the Ancestor Chen can call me Annie." The witch quietly followed behind Chen Yi. She clearly understood her situation.
Outside the golden mountain, Qian Loongquan waited quietly. Inside the golden mountain, there was silence.
He could feel the energy gathering through heaven and earth, but it was too blurry. He could only roughly feel it.
"It's been thirty minutes." There was worry in his eyes.
The other party was obviously prepared for this. Now that the Ancestor Chen had yet to recover to its peak, he had single-handedly slaughtered his way into the golden mountain. He felt somewhat uneasy.
Suddenly, he sensed something and suddenly raised his head.
In his eyes, Chen Yi was dressed in black robes and walked with his hands behind his back. Annie followed behind him, causing him to be slightly stunned.
"Ancestor Chen!"
Qian Loongquan's eyes were filled with doubt, especially when he saw Annie.
The Ancestor Chen went to take revenge for Yan Ann. Why did she bring back a beautiful foreign woman in her twenties?
Chen Yi nodded slightly and said, "Return to Dragon Lake Mountain!"
As he spoke, he walked towards the car. Qian Loongquan wanted to say something but hesitated.
In the car, Qian Loongquan drove to Dragon Lake Mountain. Only then did he say in a low voice, Ancestor Chen, the murderer who killed Yan Ann."
"Dead!" Chen Yi said quietly.
"Is he alone?" Qian Loongquan asked again.
Chen Yi looked back at Qian Loongquan, "Also, Mu Zifeng's eight men of sacrifice, a man from the ocean who claimed to be a Craftsman God, and an African man who mastered the twelve styles of the Immortal Martial Arts of the Yuwen Family."
"The last one is this witch, surrender to me, and I will spare her life."
Chen Yi's words were casual, but Chen Yi's mind was in turmoil.
Craftsman God... He had heard of this name. It was rumored that he had raped the blood of the master of the Temple of Gods, Audin, to death. He was also a notorious expert in the west.
Most importantly, he was extremely strong. He had fought with the Lord of the Temple of Gods, Audin, and had not died yet.
He was not a match for him. If he fought with him, he would lose more than he would win.
But now, such an expert had died in the hands of the Ancestor Chen.
He had died in the hands of the Ancestor Chen. Under the heavenly tribulation, one's cultivation had yet to recover to the peak of the Ancestor Chen's hand.
As for the other person, he had never heard of him before. However, he was actually an expert who had mastered the Twelve Styles of Immortal Martial Arts. He was actually an African.
The last witch...
Qian Loongquan looked at the charming Annie through the rearview mirror. His eyes were filled with astonishment.
Annie was obviously not a simple existence. She was at least comparable to a Martial Arts Golden Core Stage warrior.
Killing people was easy, but it was hard to convince others.
Such an expert was willing to submit to the Ancestor Chen.
Qian Loongquan did not doubt Chen Yi's strength and methods, but he knew that Chen Yi had not returned to his peak.
However, at this moment, Qian Loongquan had a feeling that the Ancestor Chen had returned.
Even though his white hair and black hair, and even though his appearance was so young and tender, his calm eyes and unfathomable means all represented the power of the Ancestor Chen in the Dragon Lake.
Qian Loongquan suddenly understood. He looked at Chen Yi, as if he was looking at Chen Yi for the first time in the past.
From the bloody battlefield, when he was sixteen years old, he had been playing dead and struggling on the edge of death. Coincidentally, he met Chen Yi, who had come here to calm his resentment.
Dressed in a black robe, he stepped over the heavens and the earth.
"I escaped death. It doesn't matter if my life isn't over!"
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The sound of footsteps slowly rang out, but it still made Qian Loongquan, who had lived for more than two hundred years, still...
It was still fresh in his memory!