Chapter 378: Just Throw It Away if You Don’t Like It (Part 2)
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More than a dozen figures, both male and female, looked like a group of casual cultivators, following an old man holding a compass at the front, flying with their own swords. 【 y 】 (full text e-book free download)
Among these people, the one with the worst cultivation level is also at the peak of the Golden Core. Seven or eight golden elixir peaks, plus seven or eight masters in the early and middle stages of Nascent Soul, each one holds a golden ball in their left hand, and in their right hand are various magic weapons, mixed together.
"He is flying in this direction. As soon as we meet him, trap him with twisted gold and kill him immediately!" The old man in front looked at the compass and seemed to be estimating the change in distance from Yang Chen while giving instructions.
"Everyone spread out. That guy's flying magic weapon is very fast. I'm afraid one or two gold coins cannot be trapped." The old man attached great importance to this operation and kept telling him: "He may have a unique trump card at sea. So this time, it’s on the ground. Once any of the gold-grinding methods work, immediately use the formation to trap him and kill him! No mercy!”
The men and women behind him seemed to have become accustomed to his nagging. No one said anything, not even a voice of agreement. They just dispersed in a tacit understanding, basically covering all directions.
"Hurry up, hide!" After a while, the old man looked at the compass and suddenly ordered.
A group of men and women suddenly flashed with light, and then their figures disappeared into the air one by one, as if they had never appeared before. The robes worn by each of them have been specially refined to activate an invisibility formation to hide their master. (Free download of full text e-book)
Yang Chen's shuttle quickly appeared on the horizon, drawing an almost traceless thin line in the sky and approaching. Then, under the suspicious gazes of a group of people in the dark, he suddenly stopped. The shuttle flashed, and Yang Chen's figure appeared in the air, holding the Blood Demon Vine Flying Sword in his hand and looking coldly ahead.
"Do it!" Yang Chen acted like this, obviously he had discovered something. The old man didn't bother to investigate where he had betrayed himself, and decisively ordered to take action.
Puffing, a series of sounds sounded, and golden big ones exploded in several directions of Yang Chen. With unparalleled speed, he quickly wrapped himself around Yang Chen.
Yang Chen just glanced at it. Facing a dozen golden sheets, his body did not move at all, allowing the dozen golden sheets to wrap him tightly from all directions.
They didn't expect such a result at all. After a group of male and female masters threw the golden balls, they all thought that Yang Chen would dodge, and they all reacted accordingly. But after a group of people finished doing it, they were shocked to find that Yang Chen didn't even move. This made their previous response very funny.
But no matter what, the people who took action were still secretly happy. No one knows the power of these twisted golds better than them. As long as they are entangled in the twisted gold, even if it is a flying sword flying at high speed, it is impossible to get rid of it without the sharpness of a magic weapon. It will only get entangled tighter and tighter. Eventually incapacitated.
You may have to worry about some magical weapons for one or two, but if a dozen of them are entangled, even a master in the Mahayana stage will have to surrender obediently. The twisted gold is not just a strong piece of paper, the barbs on it and the poison on the barbs are enough to send even the masters of the Mahayana period to hell.
One blow worked, and everyone was secretly happy. Although they didn't know why Yang Chen was so crazy that he suddenly put away the shuttle at this time, they didn't care about Yang Chen's reasons. What the higher-ups want is to kill Yang Chen cleanly, and that's all they need to do.
Even though more than a dozen pieces of twisted gold were enough to kill Yang Chen, none of these people hesitated. All the magic weapons in their hands flew out and smashed into Yang Chen's head and face. As long as people are dead, let's waste it!
However, when everyone smashed out the magic weapon and jumped towards him, they suddenly heard Yang Chen's voice.
"I'm very unhappy now, but I still want to thank you for coming to my door to relieve my anger!" Yang Chen's voice was full of murderous intent, followed closely by: "Every wrong has its own debt, and every debt has its owner!"
Before Yang Chen could finish the rest of his words, a series of magic weapons had already been smashed down. The golden light flashed slightly on the surface of Yang Chen's body. No one seemed to notice the difference between this golden light and the golden light of Jinjin. However, they all heard a dull bell.
Hum, the long and low sound of the bell carries a power that penetrates the soul and penetrates into everyone's sea of consciousness. Everyone seemed to hear a voice like Huang Zhongdalu ringing in their ears, and then a few guys with weak consciousness fainted and fell from the air.
Originally, Yang Chen thought that everyone would be stunned by the golden bell, but the old man miraculously remained awake. But even so, there was a gleam of horror in his eyes. Immediately afterwards, it became a kind of sharpness that broke the cauldron, and the whole body turned into a stream of light. The tip of the stream of light flashed with a trace of silver, flying towards Yang Chen's heart.
Hey, there was a slight sound like a sharp knife cutting through tofu. Yang Chen's arm was raised easily. The dozen or so pieces of twisted gold that everyone originally wrapped around Yang Chen's body thought were extremely tough, fell into the blood in Xiaotian's mouth. Under the blade of the Demonic Vine Flying Sword, it was as fragile as a few pieces of paper, shattering easily.
Yang Chen's right hand raised the Blood Demon Vine Flying Sword high and slashed at the flying figure of the old man.
Ding, there was a sound of metal colliding, and the stream of light first hit Yang Chen's chest, but it only brought such a crisp sound without any other effects. The flying sword that Yang Chen chopped down directly split the old man's figure into two pieces. The two corpses had already become shriveled before they even hit the ground.
Yang Chen sealed the five consciousnesses and threw the dozen or so guys who fainted into the dome hall just like before. These people are definitely on the periphery of Taitian Sect. Through them, Yang Chen can also find more hidden personnel of Taitian Sect.
After cleaning up these killers, Yang Chen threw the seized items into Xiaotian's mouth, letting him clean up any traces of divine consciousness that might have been left behind.
Only killing one person made Yang Chen very unhappy. If he had known better, he would not have used the golden bell to stun them. The more I thought about it, the more unhappy I became. I couldn't help but throw the mark of consciousness in the sea of consciousness that had been bleeding out of the river of blood not long ago into the river of blood again.
The young sect leader Li Liheng, who had just woken up, had just seen off the sect master and several elders. He was taking a short rest under the care of the servants and was about to get up and do something. Suddenly, the terrifying feeling struck Li Liheng again. He only had time to scream before he collapsed softly on the ground again.
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