Under the low sky, there is a not deep cave under the Ancient Immortal Battlefield.

There was an ancient corpse in this cave, which had reached the foundation building stage. It was chopped to death by Wang Chen with a sword and thrown out.

Now he has been practicing here for a whole year.

Cultivation reached the peak state of the third nirvana.

In the later stages of Nirvana, it is extremely difficult to go further.

With each Nirvana, the realms of the first, middle and last phases become more distinct. The gap between each small realm is even more than once, the second Nirvana, and even the huge trench between the second and third Nirvana.

On that day, the condensed bodies of the Black Ice Demon Emperor and the Blood Demon Ancestor’s true power were taken from the Ice Palace. They contained an excellent energy form that was hundreds of times more mellow than the Yuanling Power. Even if it lasted for a year,

The retreat, well... to put it simply, it means eating, sleeping, and eating.

Wang Chen only absorbed one or two tenths of the energy.

If it is completely swallowed, conservatively estimated, he can reach the realm of Nirvana at least six times!

Unfortunately, just after he secretly made a longer cultivation plan, hoping to gain a stronger state and establish himself in the cultivation world, during the recent cultivation process, he felt restless and restless, unable to calm down, and almost went crazy.

"Is it because I entered the country too fast and the foundation is unstable, or are the two old demons drawing circles and cursing themselves." Wang Chen was a little skeptical, but in any case, this indicates that the days of seclusion are over.

A few days later, while Wang Chen was concentrating and concentrating on stabilizing his current state, something moved in his heart and he opened his eyes.

Outside the cave, there were fluctuations of real power and the sound of shouts.

"Senior Sister Zhou, it's going to run away." A weak voice came from the ground.

Bang! As the female voice sounded, the hidden crypt and the entrance of the cave that Wang Chen had covered up were suddenly knocked open, with sand and gravel splashing everywhere.

An ancient corpse in ragged clothes rushed in.

The ancient corpse had limited intelligence and did not seem to think that there was anyone here. After being stunned for a moment, a pair of dry eyes flashed green.

The rotten mouth opened and a mouthful of foul-smelling green corpse gas spurted out.

The zombie aura was only half sprayed out, but Wang Chen flicked his finger, and a golden light flashed through.

Bang!

The ancient corpse suddenly turned into a ball of powder. Bone fragments flew and bone powder scattered.

None of these ancient corpses with intelligence were made of copper and iron, but now they were broken into pieces.

That bit of golden light floated back, and Wang Chen caught it steadily. It turned out to be the golden bead that collided with the source device under the seal and exploded.

After the golden bead was flattened by the source device, it seemed as if it had been defeated. In his hand, it was as light as a stone, but if it hit a foreign object, it would weigh ten thousand kilograms.

"What a baby." Wang Chen was overjoyed.

It's just that it's quite difficult to serve as a messenger.

Xiao Yao looked at these golden beads with a look of shock on his face.

"Wang Chen, do you think this is the legendary thing?"

"What is it?" Wang Chen was surprised that Xiaoyao actually knew this.

"Do you still remember the story you once told me about the stick that the powerful monkey held, called the Golden Cudgel?" Xiaoyao gestured.

"The golden hoop is 13,500 kilograms..." Wang Chen looked at the golden beads in his hand in confusion. "No way?"

"What should I do? He ran in." As he was thinking, a voice suddenly came from outside the crypt.

"If you don't chase me, it will stink to death inside."

Outside the cave, there were warblers and swallows, and there was a lot of discussion and some noise.

But for Wang Chen, it was a long-lost human voice.

If they dislike the smell of ancient corpses, then why do they come here? The thoughts of these female cultivators are really strange.

He got up and walked out.

Hearing the noise coming from the cave, the female nuns outside the cave were all on guard, ready to deal a fatal blow to the ancient corpse coming out of it.

However, to their surprise, a living person came out of the cave.

Her hair was casually disheveled, and her clothes were not particular about anything. This look had no background at first glance.

Wang Chen looked up and saw five female cultivators surrounding the exit of the crypt. They were dressed in sky-blue robes and had a heroic spirit in their gracefulness. They were obviously disciples of the same sect.

"Who are you?" Among the five, a female cultivator who had entered the stage of Nirvana but had not yet completed Nirvana asked, her voice wary and her face cold.

"My friend and I got separated... Is this your thing?" Wang Chen changed the topic and took out a decayed storage ring.

It was the ring on the hand of the ancient corpse just now.

"Yes!" The five voices were very neat.

"..."

As soon as the ring came out, the topic suddenly changed.

They were chasing this ancient corpse because of the ring.

"Did you kill this ancient corpse?" The cold female cultivator frowned slightly.

The ancient corpse was covered in copper skin and iron bones. The five of them chased it for a long time but failed to kill it. Why did it die so silently?

"Yes." Wang Chen nodded.

"Bragging." A tall female cultivator said angrily. She didn't believe that Wang Chen had such strength. She thought about it and said loudly.

"The ancient corpse was severely injured by our sword energy, but it happened to be touched by you. Did I say something wrong?"

"It seems you were right."

Wang Chen also thought about it, maybe the ancient corpse was really besieged and some of its corpse energy was destroyed, otherwise it might not need to be crushed into powder so thoroughly.

"Hmph, seeing as you are not very old, I suggest you be more practical. Bragging will not improve your cultivation." The female cultivator saw Wang Chen admitting to the last hit and said coldly.

"That makes sense." Wang Chen nodded in approval. Judging from this sentence alone, there is indeed no problem at all.

However, this reaction made the female nun no longer feel any sense of accomplishment in teaching others, and she felt a little bit stuck in her heart.

Fortunately, a petite female cultivator came over to Wang Chen and took the ring.

She seemed to be very happy after getting the ring, and she even smiled sweetly at Wang Chen.

Just when Wang Chen wanted to smile politely, the little female cultivator's expression suddenly changed, she took two steps back and pointed at him.

"Ah, he seems..."

"What does it look like?" The cold and arrogant female cultivator frowned.

"It seems...it seems to be the famous one who killed Xue Wentian two years ago."

"Silver Demon Grade Eight?" The indifferent female cultivator at the head reacted and took half a step back with a sword in her hand.

The original image of Wang Chen can be seen in a 360-degree panoramic view among the major jade slips.

…

This move shocked Wang Chen greatly, and why did everyone react this way when mentioning him.

The Black Ice Demon Emperor, the ancestor of the Blood Demon, although he is a demon, his nickname is Dora Feng, which makes him a shaken person.

Why is it that when people mention him, their first reaction is "Silver Demon's Eighth Score"?

"Did it turn out that it had been two years?"

Wang Chen felt very desolate and bitter inside. He felt that he had wasted his time.

"Junior Sister Qiu, don't talk nonsense. Xue Wentian was a genius disciple of the Great Sun Sword Sect. He was a prominent figure among young people in the Northern Territory during his lifetime and was a role model for countless people."

"The person who killed him must be so powerful. There is no way he could look like this. This person is just somewhat similar. Moreover, the silver demon has already fallen." The tall female cultivator said displeased.

"I killed Xue Wentian." Wang Chen nodded again.

"Ha." The five female cultivators all chuckled at a loss of words.

"You are just bragging." The petite female cultivator couldn't stand it any longer. She handed the ring to the cold female cultivator with a look of contempt in her eyes and muttered.

Just now, someone told him that bragging would not improve his cultivation at all, but this person turned around and bragged to the sky again.

What should the monstrous power of magic look like?

Wang Chen's mood is very contradictory. The invisible swordsmanship of these children is too deadly.

Forget it, don’t get involved with these little girls.

What Wang Chen hopes now is that because he gave them a ring, he can get information about the moving formation.

Xuanqing Demonic Power is so powerful that no one knows when he will unleash the miasma tide again.

If I really meet Xuan Qing now, the scene may not be too beautiful to describe.

"Huh?"
Chapter completed!