Chapter 490: The Power of the Mute Aunt (Part 2)

"It's not too late, it's just a small Taixu Yin-Yang Nine Heavens formation." Yang Chen said the name of the formation that besieged everyone in one sentence.

"How do you know?" Guan Zhenyao's face was stunned, and then she showed an incredible expression: "What are you going to do?"

An earth-yellow flying sword appeared in Yang Chen's hand at some point. It was the Xi soil flying sword that had never been used and was snatched from the hands of Taitianmen elder Ming Guangruo.

This breathing soil flying sword contains a trace of breathing soil. As time goes by, this breathing soil will slowly engulf the surrounding materials and gradually increase its size. Although it would take thousands of years or even longer for this trace of soil energy to double, this does not hinder the power of Feijian.

This was especially true when the flying sword was still in Xiaotian's mouth. Yang Chen grabbed Xiao Tian and swung his sword in the direction of several formations he knew.

If it were an ordinary flying sword, this cutting action would have no effect. But it's different now. Xirang Feijian is held in Xiaotian's mouth, which has a completely different effect.

Whoosh whoosh, several rays of sword light visible to the naked eye separated from the blade of the flying sword and flew towards the direction Yang Chen wanted to strike. Boom boom boom, there were several booms in succession, and the places hit by the sword light began to explode.

"How is it possible?" Guan Zhenyao had been preparing for this day for a long time. She was good at alchemy and even specially studied the formation of Taixu Yin and Yang Nine Heavens. When she personally tested it, let alone the sword light, it was impossible for her to personally activate the flying sword to stand in the formation and attack the center of the formation. Now Yang Chen actually did something she couldn't imagine with just a few sword rays. How could he not make her scream in surprise?

Surprised, Guan Zhenyao was also a master in the late Nascent Soul stage. I can’t say how rich my combat experience is, but I also know that now is not the time to be surprised.

When the formation eyes of the Taixu Yin-Yang Nine Heavens Formation began to explode, Guan Zhenyao said softly directly to the mute aunt behind her: "Auntie, they are bad people, kill them."

The old lady who had been standing there trembling. He raised his head, and his eyes suddenly flashed with light. His body, which was originally very stooped and thin, suddenly began to expand crazily, like an inflated balloon.

From a skinny old lady. In an instant, she transformed into a fierce woman with a body comparable to that of a strong man, just in the blink of an eye. The long crutch that was half as tall as her person now turned into an eyebrow-level stick. The old lady didn't even make a sound, she swung the crutch high and pointed at the man who was already rushing. When Yang Chen arrived in front, he was smashed down on his head and face.

The mute aunt became obsessed with practicing martial arts, and she has almost forgotten many of her previous attack methods. The only thing he didn't forget was to hit people with his dragon-headed crutch, which he had refined into a magic weapon of life. This most direct and refreshing attack method is the method that the mute aunt feels most comfortable with.

The formation eye was exploded by Yang Chen, and the formation naturally began to lose its effect. Naturally, Yang Chen's figure no longer had any obstacles, and he rushed directly to the front.

Boom, at the moment when the dragon's head crutch and Xirang's flying sword collided. It was as if a small nuclear bomb had been detonated in the surrounding canyon, and the whole thing exploded. Countless flying stones and dust enveloped everyone's figures, and no trace of them could be seen anymore.

"Hmph, you are overestimating your own capabilities. How dare your little Nascent Soul bare your teeth with your great aunt!" Although he couldn't see what happened. Even her spiritual consciousness could not detect the situation around the mute aunt, but Guan Zhenyao still laughed happily. But soon she remembered something and suddenly exclaimed: "Auntie, be careful. Don't damage his Qiankun bag."

Obviously, Guan Zhenyao was afraid that after the mute aunt destroyed Yang Chen's Qiankun bag, her arrangements would fail. She had seen with her own eyes the power of Mute Auntie's move. Even two Mahayana masters could not follow it. No matter how you put it, Yang Chen was just a novice at the Nascent Soul stage. This time. Maybe it has become minced meat.

Buzz, a low bell rang. Guan Zhenyao suddenly felt a shock in her mind and felt dizzy. The smoke and dust that filled the eyes suddenly dissipated, revealing the figures of the mute aunt and Yang Chen.

"How is that possible?" Even in her daze, Guan Zhenyao couldn't help but exclaim when she saw the scene in front of her.

At some point, a golden bell appeared on Yang Chen's body, completely enveloping his figure. The dumb aunt's dragon-headed crutch hit the clock in front of Yang Chen, motionless. On the surface of the golden clock, there are two illusory dragon shadows moving up and down, flying constantly.

This scene was completely different from Guan Zhenyao's imagination of Yang Chen turning into a puddle of flesh, so Guan Zhenyao couldn't help but exclaim. The mute aunt didn't know how to hold back. She must have hit the cane with all her strength, but she didn't kill Yang Chen. It seemed that she didn't even break Yang Chen's protective magic weapon.

What kind of magic weapon can block the full blow of the mute aunt in the Mahayana stage? Guan Zhenyao's mind was already a little dizzy and she couldn't accept this fact at all.

But what shocked her even more was what happened later. After Yang Chen's golden bell, there was his flying sword. At this moment, the blade of the flying sword was cutting into the mute aunt's dragon-head crutch, and it had already cut into almost half an inch. look. Not only that, as the two of them increased their strength, the blade seemed to cut deeper. After a while, the crutch might be cut off directly.

This is the life magic weapon of the mute aunt. I don’t know how many battles it has gone through, but it has never been damaged. Now that it was ruined like this, even though the mute aunt was mentally ill, she didn't hide the pain on her face at all. Even if she didn't know the pain, the damage to the life magic weapon was closely related to her mind, and she was still in great pain at this time.

Before Guan Zhenyao could react, Yang Chen and the mute aunt had already struck each other with their free hands. There were two loud bangs, and their fists hit each other's body at the same time. This time, not even Yang Chen's golden bell could block the dumb aunt's fist.

Yang Chen's figure flew up directly, flew back dozens of steps, and fell directly into the arms of Gao Yue who was following behind. The castration was still lingering, and even Gao Yue had to step back a few steps before disappearing. This powerful force.

Looking at this scene, Guan Zhenyao's face showed a smile again. The mute aunt's fists are no worse than magic weapons, and even body-protecting magic weapons may not be able to block her. Yang Chen's useless golden bell has already explained this point.

But Guan Zhenyao's smile only appeared for a moment, and immediately turned into a shocked expression.