"This..." Seeing that Zi Wuyuan was almost tortured into a state of disgrace, Yu Wencheng couldn't help but twitch the corners of his eyes.
"This place can only display the strength of the cultivation of gods. Why do I feel that his aura has already reached the late stage of cultivation of gods?!" Yu Wencheng said with some doubts as he looked at the Thousand-Multi Demon Fox.
"Hehe, Young Master is right~ That is indeed just a puppet whose strength has reached the late stage of cultivating the gods." Jin Chen chuckled.
"Puppet? Late stage of god cultivation? How is this possible? No matter how strong the puppet is, it has its limit. To create a puppet with such strength, only the legendary fourth-grade weapon refiner can do it!" Yu Wencheng said in a loss of voice.
Immediately, he looked at Jinchen not far away with some horror, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Miss Jinchen, where did you come from?"
"Hehe~" Jin Chen showed a nice smile and said playfully: "I can only say that I am not from the Demon Ding Domain."
"What..." After hearing Jin Chen's words, Yu Wencheng couldn't help but take two steps back, as if he felt incredible.
But when he thought about it carefully, he felt it was extremely reasonable.
To cultivate a condensing spirit that can rival the cultivator, the forces in his demon-fixing domain cannot do it, not even the Shengyuan Sect and the Hundred Poison Sect!
In this way, Jinchen naturally came from other places, from the territories of other princes and kings. Of course, one possibility is not ruled out. That is: Jinchen comes from the imperial capital!
"It seems that I'm just unlucky this time." Yu Wencheng shook his head and sighed.
He made several handprints, and the blood lines between his eyebrows bloomed with light.
The Ziwu Yuan on one side was affected and instantly turned into a stream of light, which shot in front of him and turned into a crimson glass bead the size of a thumb.
"Miss Jinchen, I have offended you a lot in what happened before. Now I am here to apologize to the girl." Putting the purple kite away, Yu Wencheng bowed to Jinchen and bowed.
"Oh?" Jinchen raised her eyebrows and said, "Then please hand over the mark, sir."
"This is natural." Yu Wencheng did not shirk and peeled off the mark directly.
"Originally, the means of life-saving given to me by my father could only be defensive. Now I can't even move. If I were in the outside world, I could still wait for the people in the palace to rescue me, but here I can only give up." With that, Yu Wencheng stopped. He dragged it, flicked his hand, and threw the mark towards Jinchen generously.
"Young master, are you leaving this trial place?" Jin Chen took the mark and said.
"Yes, there is no use staying here." Yu Wencheng smiled helplessly, looking at the tower in the distance with a little melancholy.
"It seems that Jin Chen needs to be more careful when he goes out, otherwise he may be besieged by two late-stage cultivators." Jin Chen said with a smile.
"Girl, you are worrying too much." As he said that, Yu Wencheng's body emitted a faint light, and his figure gradually floated up.
"I, Yu Wencheng, am not someone who cannot afford to lose!"
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On the ground, because Yu Ling had taken away the mark, both Jun Moqi and Feng Jianyun began to massacre the people gathered here.
In order to deal with these two people, some people also briefly joined forces. But even so, it still couldn't stop the two men's attack.
"Very good, these ten marks are finally complete." Feng Jianyun put away his sword, smiled faintly, and said: "Brother Jun, now that the marks are all complete, I will not accompany you anymore. We will see you in the tower!"
After saying that, he fired the Feng Jian Yun Seal, stepped on the long sword, and left through the air.
"Hmph, you are as timid as a mouse!" Jun Moqi curled his lips in disdain, glanced sideways at the place where Feng Jianyun left, and rushed towards someone again.
"Jun Moqi, your mark is clearly enough, why do you need to kill again!" When Jun Moqi stared at him, the man's face suddenly turned pale, and he backed away and shouted at Jun Moqi.
"It's really funny." Jun Moqi stomped his steps, speeding up suddenly, approaching the man in an instant, reaching out with a claw and pinching the man's neck.
"Why do you think I'm collecting marks? I'm just unhappy! Do you understand? Ants! You are just a tool for me to vent my anger!" Jun Moqi smiled ferociously, and continued to apply force with his palms, pinching the man's face until he turned pale. purple.
"Coward..." The man kept scratching the hands holding his neck, and struggled to say two words.
"What did you say?!" After hearing the man's words, Jun Moqi's eyes suddenly turned red and he threw the man out.
Bang.
The man hit a big tree, and the terrifying force cut the tree in half.
"Do you dare to say it again?" Jun Moqi's eyes surged with murderous intent, and a terrifying aura like a mountain torrent rolled toward the man, forcing him to lie on the ground, unable to move.
"No, there's nothing to be afraid of..." The man stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and looked at Jun Moqi with a trace of mockery in his eyes.
"You were robbed by Yu Ling, but you vented your anger on innocent people like us. You only bully the weak, but you don't dare to challenge opponents of the same level as yourself. You are a powerful cultivator, but you are just a coward!"
"Blood Demonic Seal!"
As he spoke, the man's momentum continued to rise, and he stood up tremblingly in the face of Jun Moqi's pressure.
"Presumptuous!" Jun Moqi roared with bulging veins on his forehead and flew towards the man.
"Go to hell!" Jun Moqi shouted, and the surging spiritual energy in his body surged out and wrapped around his fist.
Blessed by light, the fist seemed to turn into a terrifying weapon, indestructible. The fist grazed the air, making a "crack" sound like tearing cloth, and the fist pulled out a white mark in the air.
"Extremely sharp cutting." The man pulled out a long sword from the storage ring.
As the spiritual energy surged, the long sword was covered with a layer of quiet blue light, adding a sense of strangeness.
"The wind and clouds are broken!"
The man then shouted loudly, swung his long sword, and a crescent-shaped sword light burst out.
"You little ant, you still dare to resist!" Jun Moqi sneered and punched him nonchalantly.
Click.
After a punch and a cut, the sword light suddenly trembled, and it only held up for a moment before being shattered by the fist.
Jun Moqi punched the man hard and sent him flying dozens of meters away.
"I'll give you a chance." Jun Moqi retracted his fist, shook his hand, and spoke casually.
"Take back what you just said and kneel down and kowtow to me again to apologize. I won't kill you." Jun Moqi looked at the man coldly and said condescendingly.
"Ha." The man stood up unsteadily again and spat out a mouthful of blood.
Immediately, he pointed at Jun Moqi and said, "You are worthy enough?!"
"It seems that you are deliberately seeking death." Jun Moqi twisted his neck, his face completely gloomy.
"Perhaps you are the one seeking death." The man didn't care about Jun Moqi's threat. Instead, he said with a smile of unknown meaning.
"Ha." Jun Moqi almost laughed out of anger. A little Ningling actually wanted him to die? !
"Then I want to see how you let me die!" Jun Moqi stomped his feet and was about to rush out.
But at this moment, a terrifying black fist burst from his side. Wherever the fist light passed, the air was exploded, making a muffled sound.
"Who is it?" Jun Moqi shouted and greeted him with a palm.
Bang.
With a muffled sound, Jun Moqi was forced to take a step back by the fist seal.
He stared at the black-robed man who walked out slowly with a gloomy face, and said coldly: "Do you want to interfere with my Jun family's business?"
"He Wei is right." The man in black robe pointed at the person who was previously repelled by Jun Moqi.
"You are indeed a coward to use the Jun family's name no matter what." The man in black robe took out a black battle ax and spoke indifferently.
