Chapter 142

Zhang Wei's eyes widened.

Of the two of them, one is at the fourth level of the Golden Elixir, and the other is at the third level.

The spell blasted with all his strength was shattered by the opponent's body.

Shangguan Feng's head was smashed by the opponent's punch!

What kind of monster is this man?

An electric light flashed in Zhang Wei's mind, and he suddenly remembered a word that had disappeared in the long river of history.

Body refiner!

Only body refiners can have such a terrifying body.

Zhang Wei immediately retreated, first threw two magic talismans, and turned into two tiger souls to temporarily resist.

Immediately afterwards cast two defensive spells.

A layer of earth-yellow light armor immediately covered the whole body.

A large khaki spiritual shield stood in front of him.

At the same time, he sacrificed two defensive magic weapons and protected them in front of him.

The first one, called the Silkworm Rope, is a control magic weapon, but it also has the effect of protecting the body.

The second magic weapon, called Qianzhong Ruler, is his natal magic weapon.

It was a jade ruler with patterns of birds and animals carved on it.

As soon as he appeared, he released the gleaming jade light and immediately stood in front of Zhang Wei.

After doing this in one breath, Zhang Wei breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the other party.

His thousand-weight ruler can advance, attack, retreat or defend. It is the magic weapon he relies on most.

He couldn't believe that he had taken out so many trump cards in one go, and even with all the layers of defense, he could still be broken by the opponent.

Henry Chu looked at Zhang Wei who had turned himself into a turtle shell, and laughed dumbly.

"You have quite a few defensive methods." Henry Chu couldn't help but smile.

Zhang Wei warned, "Fellow Taoist, if you have something to say, please tell me. If you want to be the head of the Zhenwu Sect, then just do it. There is no need to fight for life or death."

Henry Chu laughed even louder.

What's the point of being the leader of a small sect?

Henry Chu smiled and said, “Compared to the so-called position of leader, I am more interested in your storage bag.”

Zhang Wei's pupils suddenly shrank.

The next moment, Henry Chu suddenly punched.

Bang!

In just a moment, he punched three times in a row.

The first punch!

The spiritual armor and spiritual shield shattered.

The second punch!

You Can Sheng whined and fell to the ground.

The third punch!

The Thousand-Weighted Ruler became dull and cracked into three parts.

The natal magic weapon was shattered.

Zhang Wei immediately suffered a backlash, spurting out blood on the spot and falling out.

His pupils reflected the rapidly enlarging fourth punch.

There was only one last thought in his mind.

What a strong force, what a fierce punch.

Bang!

Skull smashed.

Henry Chu stirred up his spiritual power and knocked away the blood and brains on his fists.

He looked at the two headless corpses in the meeting hall and smiled slightly.

Thirty levels of body refining, really strong!

The physical body resists the golden elixir spell!

The fist explodes the low-grade magic weapon!

"When I first traveled through time, I obviously wanted to be a swordsman."

Henry Chu looked at his huge fist and couldn't help but smacked his lips.

What a swordsman.

They all had to tremble under their own fists that were at the 30th level of body refining.

Henry Chu casually took the two bodies into the corpse raising tower, took away the storage bags with them, and then strode away.

The movement in the meeting hall has attracted the attention of many disciples of the Zhenwu Sect.

But as soon as Chu Xuan walked out, these disciples quickly dispersed, and each of them said something like "the moonlight today is so beautiful".

I don’t know where the wonderful night scene comes from in this dark and windy night.

…

"Fat! So fat!"

Henry Chu took out everything from the storage bags of the two Jindan monks and was filled with emotion.

The storage bag of the Golden Core cultivator is indeed fatter than that of the Foundation Establishment cultivator.

After these two people occupied Zhenwu Sect, they obviously had no intention of taking root and only used it as a means to make money.

Many of the treasures in their storage bags were collected from other small sects.

Of course, most of the things collected from those small sects are foundation-building treasures.

Such as magical instruments, elixirs, talismans, etc.

For Henry Chu, it is no longer of much use.

Only the spirit stone is still useful.

No matter which realm you are in, you still need spiritual stones.

"I have broken this man's magic weapon, but the old man's magic weapon is still there."

Henry Chu looked carefully at the big black seal in his hand.

This seal is called Xuanwu Seal, a low-grade magic weapon.

The way to kill enemies is very simple.

Just hit the enemy.

Highlight a simple, crude and unreasonable statement.

Of course, even though it is only a low-grade magic weapon, it is far superior to a top-grade magic weapon.

Henry Chu estimated that once this thing comes out, it can easily crush most of the best defensive magic weapons.

With one sweep of Chu Xuan's spiritual consciousness, he removed the mark of Shangguan Feng's spiritual consciousness that remained on it.

Instead, it was his own soul blood mark.

My soul is strong enough.

Even the magic weapon can activate about four items at the same time.

Now that you have a magic weapon, you must use it.

One more magic weapon, one more power.

"There is also this secret method of spiritual consciousness. Although it is only a low-grade golden elixir, it is enough for now."

Henry Chu took out another book of "Sticking Needle" from Shangguanfeng's storage bag and nodded slightly.

This "Sticking Needle" has only two layers.

The first level talks about the method of tempering spiritual consciousness.

The second level talks about the method of condensing spiritual consciousness into a divine needle.

Henry Chu didn’t care whether it was strong or not.

Just having it is enough.

Compared with martial arts and magic, spiritual consciousness and secret methods are relatively rare.

Now that he has a secret method of spiritual consciousness in his hands, he has surpassed most Jindan monks.

There will be opportunities to obtain better spiritual secrets in the future.

Even if you can't find it yourself, there are kind people who will take the initiative to deliver it to you.

…

The Black Dragon Mountain Conference Hall.

Song Junjie and Qian Tang were like ants on a hot pot, always moving back and forth, unable to stop.

They were afraid that if they stopped, the cultivators of Zhenwu Sect would come to ask for punishment.

However, the night had gone and the sun was rising.

But Zhenwu Sect never came to ask for accountability.

This matter was like a drop of water melting into the sea, disappearing without a trace.

"What happened?" Qian Tang was anxious.

"I have sent people out to inquire, there should be news." Song Junjie said in a deep voice.

A moment later, a Qi Refining disciple rushed into the hall like an arrow.

"Master, deputy master, I have found out the news, Zhenwu Sect's golden elixir..."

He was so excited that he spoke incoherently.

"Speak, speak quickly! What happened to Zhenwu Sect?" Qian Tang was impatient.

Song Junjie stepped forward and slapped the Qi Refining disciple on the shoulder.

The cold spiritual power was injected into the latter's body.

The Qi Refining disciple gradually calmed down.

"Speak." Song Junjie said solemnly.

The Qi Refining disciple then said respectfully, "Two Jindan cultivators from Zhenwu Sect disappeared last night."

"According to the disciples of Zhenwu Sect, there was a sound of fighting in the meeting hall last night, and a black-clothed cultivator was seen flying away at the last moment."

"Since then, the two Jindan cultivators from Zhenwu Sect have disappeared without a trace."

Song Junjie and Qian Tang looked at each other and saw the astonishment in each other's eyes.

"You go down." Song Junjie waved his hand.

"Yes."

When there was no one else in the meeting hall.

Qian Tang was shocked and said, "It was the master..."

Song Junjie nodded heavily, "It was definitely the master who did it."

"He is not the ninth level of foundation building as we guessed, he is a Jindan cultivator..."

The two had surprises on their faces, but bitterness in their mouths.

The master is a Jindan cultivator, happy.

But the master is still a demon cultivator, so he can’t be happy anymore.