Zi Chen possesses monster-like fighting power, has inherited the Wuji Sect, and is suspected of possessing a valuable treasure.
All of these are enough to prove Zi Chen's value.
The Piaomiao Sanren easily took action and neutralized the attacks one after another. At the same time, they were doing two things to recruit Zi Chen into the Piaomiao Sect.
Zi Chen had no idea where the Piaomiao Sect was, and he had never heard of it before. The recruitment of Piaomiao San people at this moment was very abrupt.
"Senior, please let me think about this matter." Zi Chen pondered for a moment and then sent a message hesitantly.
"Yeah." There was a strange color in Piaomiao Sanren's eyes.
Thought transmission.
This is a method only available in the True Yuan realm, but Zi Chen obviously has not reached this realm. The Xiantian realm has thoughts, which Piaomiao Sanren has never heard of.
"Forget it, today is not the time to talk about this kind of thing. I'm here to pester this guy. You leave first. When we meet again one day, it won't be too late for you to reply to me." A light flashed in his eyes, and Piaomiao Sanren said.
"Thank you, senior." Zi Chen said.
"boom."
Passively taking action again and again to neutralize Wu Ruoshan's attacks, Piaomiao Sanren took the initiative for the first time. The terrifying aura filled the world, and the dazzling light stimulated everyone unable to open their eyes. After that, Piaomiao Sanren struck a strong blow.
"It's this trick again."
Wu Ruoshan screamed strangely. This was the move that severely injured him a hundred years ago. He roared, and his hair stood on end. Energy after energy surrounded his body, like a battle armor, filled with colorful lights. Facing him, Attacking forcefully, he chose defense.
At this moment, Zi Chen fled, with the protective light shield held up by the misty people around him rushing towards the dense forest.
"Senior, please save Su Mengyao. Today's kindness will definitely be remembered by Zi Chen in his heart. If he is destined to do so in the future, he will definitely repay her tenfold or a hundredfold." Zi Chen sent a message.
"I'll take her back to Piaomiao Sect. If you figure it out, you can go find me there." Piaomiao Sanren used his spiritual mind to send out a map. This is where Piaomiao Sect is located.
"Thank you, senior."
Zi Chen was grateful and his figure completely disappeared.
"puff."
Wu Ruoshan vomited blood and flew backwards. He was seriously injured when he faced this move a hundred years ago, and it was still the same today.
All the layers of defense failed to withstand this terrible blow.
"Wu Ruoshan, I told you that I will beat you into a pig's head today." A ripple spread from Piaomiao Sanren's feet, and his figure floated away, and in an instant he was in front of Wu Ruoshan.
He was originally a Taoist with an immortal spirit and a calm demeanor, but at this moment, he turned into a street gangster and slapped Wu Ruoshan in the face.
"Kill Zi Chen, don't let him escape, he killed Xiong'er."
Just as Zi Chen's figure disappeared into the forest, an angry voice full of murderous intent sounded, like rolling thunder, resounding throughout the entire audience.
Through the mouths of Li Huo and Cang He, Wu Zong's Yukong finally learned of Wu Xiong's death and roared angrily.
"Ah, you little thing, you dare to kill Xiong'er, I'm going to kill you." Wu Ruoshan roared, and terrible energy surged out of his body.
"Snapped."
But then, a loud slap sounded, very clear, and directly knocked back Wu Ruoshan's surging energy.
In the distance, everyone was so shocked that their eyes almost fell out.
"I saw something. A sect master-level existence was slapped."
"It's too scary. Even a sect master-level existence will be slapped in the face."
They were completely shocked. In front of so many people, slapping a hermit elder would be worse than killing him. This was a naked humiliation.
"Roar."
The Flying Tiger roared, today it will use these humans to help it break through the realm of the great demon.
Wang Zhenwei protected Wang Shan, followed by Liu Bo. At the same time, two Yukong appeared to guard Wang Zhenwei.
The appearance of Piao Miao Sanren made Wang Zhenwei completely give up the idea of dealing with Zi Chen. At this moment, preserving his family's inheritance was the most important thing.
As for the big man, he was strong and stopped several Yu Kong.
But there were still two Yukong who appeared from the darkness and chased after Zi Chen who was escaping.
Piaomiao Sanren felt something, looked at the place where Yukong disappeared, shook his head, and said: "The growth of a genius is inherently difficult. Whether he can escape this disaster depends on his luck."
Hundreds of innates saw a fierce battle. Yukong's grace and master-level power deeply shocked them.
"puff."
Blood splashed in the air, like a rain of blood, falling from the sky. One Yukong was hit in the chest by a tiger claw, and his body was shattered.
"Roar."
A tiger roared, ripples appeared, and the spiritual thoughts rushing out of Yukong's body were shocked and dissipated instantly.
One Yukong died.
"Roar."
The Flying Tiger roared, this was a fierce battle, if a breakthrough was needed, it would be a bloody battle, not like a cat playing with a mouse.
"Click."
The Feitian Tiger went completely crazy, and took this opportunity to bite through the neck of a Yukong, and at the same time wiped out the opponent's spirit.
This is the Flying Tiger, a small demon that has become a monster, with only killing in its eyes.
Yukong died, and a spiritual weapon fell from the sky, making all the innates jealous, but no one dared to step forward to pick it up.
"Spiritual soldier, this is a spiritual soldier."
"Although the spirit inside has been severely damaged, it is still a spiritual weapon."
Some innates were eager to give it a try, but after seeing an ancient tree next to the spirit soldiers turn into powder instantly, their expressions changed and they immediately retreated.
"Roar."
The Flying Tiger was very strong and killed the third Yukong again, but there were many wounds on its body, blood flowed out, and one of its wings was almost penetrated by the spiritual soldiers.
"Beast, die."
After killing three Yukong in a row, Wu Ruoshan suddenly shouted loudly and struck a powerful blow with a pig-headed face.
"boom."
When the sky and the earth darkened, the palm prints fell, covering the sky and the earth, hitting Feitianhu hard.
Normally, the Flying Tiger would have been able to dodge such a blow, but in today's battle, it was exhausted, injured, and slow in movement.
"Peng."
The Flying Tiger was knocked into the ground, and a huge pit with a palm print appeared. His life and death were unknown.
"Oh my god, it really turned into a pig's head."
"He has a pig's head and a face, but he's still so fierce."
Just now, the Flying Tiger was so powerful that he killed three Yu Kong and attracted all the attention. Now he turned around again and found that Wu Ruoshan's face had become swollen and turned into a real pig's head.
"Our Wuzong will settle this debt with your Piaomiao Sect." Wu Ruoshan looked at Piaomiao Sanren with a pig-headed face and resented it.
The latter's old god is there and doesn't care at all.
Afterwards, Wu Ruoshan heard the discussion, and his cold eyes glanced downwards, scanning over the bodies of the innates. The latter's body trembled, as if they were in an ice cellar, and they quickly shut up and stopped talking.
"boom."
There was a loud noise, the soil splashed, and the Flying Tiger rushed up from the ground. It was covered in blood and had multiple wounds on its body. One of its wings was pulled down, as if it had been broken, and the other one could see the white bones.
Feitianhu was seriously injured, but he did not die.
"Oh my god, this isn't even dead."
"This is too fierce. I withstood a blow from a powerful person at the sect master level and didn't die."
The Flying Tiger stood up, his body unsteady and swaying, but he was still alive, with a pair of tiger eyes full of killing intent.
"Beast, suffer death."
In the sky, Yukong rushed down again, launching a powerful attack with terrifying murderous intent.
Boundless energy was surging, and waves of monstrous mana rushed towards the Feitian Tiger.
"Uh-huh."
At this moment, a strong wind appeared, blowing away the monstrous energy and blowing away the three Yukong. Then everyone's eyes were dazzled and they found that Piaomiao Sanren had arrived in front of Feitianhu.
"Walk."
As the calm voice fell, a stronger wind appeared. The strong wind roared, and many ancient trees were uprooted. It was like a terrifying sandstorm, and all the airmen were forced to retreat.
"Wu Ruoshan, I hope that when I see you in the future, you won't be so miserable again." The misty and indifferent words echoed in the sky.
By the time the storm dissipated, the place was empty.
Feitianhu disappeared, Piaomiao Sanren disappeared, and Su Mengyao, who had been restrained before, also disappeared.
"Damn it, where are the people." Wu Ruoshan roared unwillingly, his pig-headed face was so conspicuous in the sun.
As for Wang Zhenwei, he had already made an excuse to escape and took Wang Shan and Liu Bo with him. The big man also took the opportunity to retreat.
A trial storm ended here, but the three parties made careful preparations, especially Wuzong, who dispatched a sect master-level existence, but got nothing, and the genius sent was also beheaded.
However, it was a blessing that Miao Kong had been inherited. Wu Ruoshan's expression rarely softened.
Among the crowd, Lin Xue followed the large troops and left. It was not until they walked out of the lonely forest that they finally breathed a sigh of relief.
No one knows that she has been inherited. In the future, Cangli City will have a Lin family because of Lin Xue's appearance.
"puff."
In the forest, Zi Chen coughed up blood and his injuries worsened again.
At the rear, two Yukong were approaching.
"Kid, keep running and see who can save you this time."
"Leave your life behind and go."
The two Yukong sneered and continued to pursue.
"Idiot, can you still leave with your life? Come here if you can." Zi Chen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, stepped on the thunder and lightning, and sped away.
"Boy, this is not an option. If you run away like this, you will definitely be caught. Run deeper into the forest." Amo's anxious voice sounded in the sea of consciousness.
"I would like to, but this is the ruins left by the Wuji Sect. There are still some formations and restrictions inside. Changes have occurred in thousands of years. There will be no life if you go in. And I only know this way out. One piece." Zi Chen said helplessly.
"What, restrictions and formations."
On the Tai Chi diagram, light flashed and Amo's figure appeared. This was an illusory figure with no entity.
"Yes, it's very dangerous. Even Yukong must be careful when dealing with it." Zi Chen nodded.
"That's great, hurry in." Amo said in surprise.
"You are crazy. You will die if you go in." Zi Chen's expression changed.
"Don't worry, I won't harm you. Leave quickly, otherwise you will die sooner or later." Amo urged.
"Okay, let's fight." Zi Chen gritted his teeth and left the safe route, heading deeper into the dense forest.
"Boy, you are crazy. You would rather commit suicide than leave the inheritance." The faces of the two Yukong changed greatly, and they accelerated towards Zi Chen.
But the next moment, they saw ripples appearing in front of Zi Chen. Zi Chen accidentally stepped on the formation and was swallowed up.
