Chapter 1959: Immortal Sword Sect Disciple

Chen Xuan opened his eyes and saw a blue sky. He took a deep breath and must have come out of the secret realm.

Then Chen Xuan sat up and looked around, looking a little weird.

"This doesn't seem to be the Red Flame Mountain Range."

Not knowing where the portal transported Chen Xuan, Chen Xuan stopped thinking about it and began to check his body.

What Chen Xuan didn't expect was that the spirit body fell into a deep sleep again, with its eyes closed tightly, like a baby.

But Chen Xuan's own condition is extremely good. The haze of the previous demonic massacre seems to have been swept away, and his whole body is full of explosive power.

Chen Xuan found a bunch of clear spring water, washed his face, and sat cross-legged by the water to practice.

Chen Xuan, who was practicing quietly, was awakened by a tremor. Chen Xuan almost forgot that there seemed to be a devil's space ring in the pocket in his arms.

The thing that is trembling is exactly inside the devil's space ring.

Chen Xuan erased the devil's original mark and penetrated his spiritual sense.

Inside is the devil's collection for many years, including countless elixirs and magic weapons, as well as countless precious herbs, including several elixirs that are very rare in records.

Chen Xuan's eyes only stayed on these things for a moment, and then he was attracted by a black token in the corner.

It was this token that was vibrating. It was completely black, with faintly strange lines on it, and it exuded powerful spiritual fluctuations.

As soon as Chen Xuan's spiritual consciousness touched the token, his mind was shaken to pieces.

Sitting on a bone throne hundreds of millions of miles away was a skinny but extremely evil old man.

"Huh? What's going on? It's not Xi'er. Could it be that Xi'er was killed by someone?" The old man felt that Chen Xuan's spiritual consciousness looked ugly, and the worst news emerged in the old man's heart.

The old man roared at the token in his hand: "No matter who you are, I will always take off your head to pay homage to the demon!"

Then the old man murmured, and a strange wave penetrated into the token, following the connection between the tokens and imprinted on Chen Xuan's body.

Chen Xuan, who was feeling a little dizzy, still had the old man's words ringing in his mind, "No matter where you escape... I will take your life... I am named Jiang... Lord Tongmo..."

"Tong Mo Zun... he should be the master of the devil. He seemed to have left a mark on my body just now." Chen Xuan said, opening his clothes to look at the stinging place just now.

Branded with a strangely shaped devil totem, it faintly exudes an evil aura.

Chen Xuan calmed down, clenched his fists, feeling the power of the explosion in his hands, with a confident and determined look on his face.

"Whether it's Demon Master or Demon Dao, it's not that easy to take my life, Chen Xuan!"

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As night falls, the pale moonlight splashes on the dim earth, reflecting the crystal light.

In the usually extremely quiet mountain forest, Chen Xuan was sitting cross-legged and practicing meditation. Chen Xuan slowly opened his eyes, exhaled a breath of turbid air, and felt his current cultivation level.

His cultivation level is still at the peak of the eighth level, but there is only a barrier between him and the ninth level. Chen Xuan now only has one opportunity left.

"boom!"

There was a sudden fight in the forest behind Chen Xuan, and Chen Xuan flew over to investigate.

In front of Chen Xuan, there were two groups of people fighting in a melee. One group of people were wearing pure white robes, and they were obviously disciples of a certain large sect, while the other group looked like wild bandits, and their moves were haphazard, but Hu A tiger is born with power, and at first glance, it looks like a wild way to practice in the mountains and forests.

Although the disciples of the sect were defeated, they were still able to fight in a roundabout way with their opponents by relying on their practiced skills and teamwork.

"Brother, this is not the way to go. These bandits are too difficult to deal with." One of the disciples of the sect said to the person in front.

"Ming Lu Xin!"

"Senior brother...ah!"

"Ming Lu!" The leading disciple looked behind him with eyes wide open. The disciple behind him had just been decapitated by the bandit leader because he was distracted.

As for the leading disciple, because of the death of his fellow disciple just now, he didn't even notice the robbers flying towards him from behind.

Chen Xuan was exploring in the dark. Seeing that the leading disciple was about to die, he finally couldn't help but take action.

"Floating Finger!"

Chen Xuan stretched out his arm, and a beam of light from his right hand flew out along the fingers, condensing into a huge finger in the air. Hit the robber.

With a bang, the robber flew backwards, spat out a mouthful of blood, and then fell to the ground.

The leading disciple was a little surprised. He turned his head and looked at the heavily supported robber behind him, and then looked at Chen Xuan.

Everyone present was shocked by Chen Xuan's point.

"Friend, it seems a little inappropriate to do this." The bandit leader said to Chen Xuanda with a gloomy face.

"What should I do? It's your turn to teach me?" Chen Xuan snorted coldly and glanced at the bandit leader with cold eyes.

Chen Xuan had actually heard about some desperadoes in these mountains and forests for a long time. They claimed to be heroes, but in fact they were engaged in murder and smuggling.

Chen Xuan happened to bump into him today, so he naturally wanted to take care of it.

"In this case, don't blame the knife in my hand for being rude."

The leader exerted force on his toes and raised his sword to strike at Chen Xuan.

Seeing this, Chen Xuan drew out his mysterious sword and slashed it with his broadsword, making a huge roar.

"bite--"

"This..." The leader stared at the sword in his hand with wide eyes. After the collision just now, his sword was broken into pieces.

Although this sword is not an immortal weapon, it has reached the lower level of immortality. This sword has been with the leader for many years and has never let him down, but now it is damaged here.

Chen Xuan moved his wrists. With the promotion of Fu Sheng Jue, his physical strength also reached an astonishing level. In the collision just now, he had no use of any spiritual power and relied entirely on the strength of his physical body.

The leader knew that he was in trouble, and he didn't have time to feel bad, so he ordered his men to escape.

As all the robbers fled, the remaining sect disciples came over one after another.

"Thank you, friend." The leading disciple hugged Chen Xuan, and then dozens of others came over to express their thanks.

"You're welcome, it's just a piece of cake." Chen Xuan said lightly, "You must be disciples of some major sect. Why did you come to this place and encounter bandits?"

"We are disciples of the Immortal Sword Sect. We received news that the monsters near Wanyang Mountain suddenly became active. The sect sent us here to investigate." The leading disciple said worriedly: "When I first came here, I found that the monsters here are very unusual. , Everyone is violent and ferocious, fearing that something big is going to happen. "

"For example...a tide of beasts!"

Chen Xuan looked solemn. He had also heard of beast tides. It was basically rare for them to happen. He didn't expect such a rare thing to happen in a place like this.