They had seen Chen Xuan's strength a few days ago. He should be much stronger than the Holy Son Ziyun, and he could be considered a very great genius.
But compared with Yan Yuxiang, Holy Son Ziyun is not on the same level.
Yan Yuxiang is a Dayin Blue Bird with Phoenix bloodline, one of the noble bloodlines among the demon clan, while Ziyun is just a strange fire demon.
Ziyun is not as good as Yanyuxiang, this is recognized by the demon clan.
The reason why their engagement was possible in the first place was simply because the master of Holy Son Ziyun was a great saint.
"Dad! How's that bastard Chen Xuan doing? Have you caught him? I'm going to take care of him myself!"
Yan Yuxiang gritted her teeth and said, her face even flushed imperceptibly, as if she had thought of something.
"Don't worry about this. Your grandfather has already gone to hunt him down. This kid will definitely die!"
Yan Yuxiang was shocked, "What? My grandfather actually wants to kill him himself? No! This kid is my destined favorite! Killing him is too easy for him! He actually dares to arrest me, I must personally concoct this kid, Let him kneel on the ground and admit his mistake to me!"
Saying this, Yan Yuxiang had already set up a flying sword and disappeared quickly. She was looking for the sound transmission tool and her grandfather.
Let’s talk about Daoya Mountain, the hiding place for everyone in the Zhenwu Academy.
"Master! I'm back with your little cock! Look at the wonderful things I brought you!"
The wretched chicken shouted like he was taking credit, and his wretched and disgusting voice spread far underground.
Chen Xuan automatically ignored this thing, and directly took the space ring in his hand. He looked into it with his consciousness and saw a dozen Dharma King Golden Pills of different colors and flashing with the aura of violent laws lying quietly. in.
It is estimated that those dragon and elephant masters who risked their lives in order to snatch these elixirs and went to the Sea of Burial Gods to hunt down Chen Xuan must be so angry that they will spit out a mouthful of old blood when they see this scene in front of them.
"Okay, very good." He also knew clearly what happened on the clone's side, and he was holding a breath of anger in his heart. This damn King of Killing Palace!
"This matter is not over yet. We must rectify and rectify this group of palace-killing perverts." Chen Xuan touched his nose and laughed strangely. When the wretched chicken saw his smile, he immediately knew that someone was going to be in trouble.
"Is there another chance to show off? It's so cool to follow a master! For people like me who feel uncomfortable if they don't show off, master, you are my guiding light!" The wretched chicken looked at him with admiration. Chen Xuan, but his wretched look always made Chen Xuan want to beat him up for no reason.
"It is necessary to deal with the people in the Killing Hall, but right now, cultivation is more important! I will improve my strength first, and then go out to punish them!" With this thought in his mind, Chen Xuan went into seclusion to practice.
With his mouth wide open, Chen Xuan had already swallowed three Dharma King Golden Pills directly into his stomach as if he were swallowing beans.
He was planning to eat these golden elixirs first and then slowly refine them.
The wretched chicken looked on in shock. Although he has become accustomed to Chen Xuan's astounding power in cultivation these days, the wretched chicken still felt that Chen Xuan was too powerful this time. Three Dharma King Golden Pills!
The three laws are fundamentally different. If you swallow it whole like this, aren't you afraid of exploding?
If Gu Heyi and other elders were here, they would risk their lives to prevent Chen Xuan from doing this.
The problem is that Chen Xuan is really not afraid.
Time passed bit by bit. Five days later, Chen Xuan had completely digested the three golden elixirs. Feeling the power of his own aura, Chen Xuan was very satisfied.
"This feeling of increasing strength is really good and refreshing!"
Without any further hesitation, Chen Xuan swallowed a few more Dharma King Golden Pills.
This time there are four! Including the Flame Golden Pill in the middle stage of Dharma King.
A few days later, Chen Xuan left the hiding place of Zhenwuyuan with the wretched chicken.
Chen Xuan actually didn't want to take this guy with him, but thinking of his wretched but strange and practical abilities, Chen Xuan still pinched his nose and endured it.
The nightmare of killing the disciples of the palace begins.
At this moment, Chen Xuan's bloody body had entered the God Burial Sea for more than ten days.
These days, he has been on the periphery, carefully dealing with those who are chasing him.
I have to say that this God Burial Sea is really a very strange and weird place.
The monks here not only cannot use their spiritual consciousness and cannot fly, but they also need to be extremely careful about the evil spirits in the sea of burial.
"Everyone must be careful. If you encounter any danger, do not use all your strength to fight. You can use three parts of your strength, but never use four parts. If the fluctuation of spiritual power causes a large-scale agitation of the evil spirit in the God Burial Sea, , attracted some evil things, we will definitely die! Did you hear clearly?"
An old man named Hu Jiu said to the dozen or so people dressed in different costumes around him.
At this moment, Chen Xuan transformed into a yellow-faced Taoist priest, pretending to be a pursuing monk, and joined them, hiding among these people.
They would never have imagined that the Chen Xuan they were looking for was right in the middle of them!
The ability to change one's own appearance freely is also the strange thing about Mingyue's blood body. Originally, this body was composed of blood evil mist. Chen Xuan could change any face at will among the more than 300 corpses that died.
The most important thing is that this transformation is so lifelike that the monks under the Dharma King cannot detect that Chen Xuan is pretending.
And this old man Hu Jiu is obviously the leader of this team.
Although his cultivation is not the strongest, everyone is very convinced of him.
Because this old man once entered the Sea of Buried Gods. According to him, a team of three hundred people entered the Sea of Buried Gods at that time, and only less than ten people returned in the end.
He was one of those ten.
At this moment, most people listened to his words and nodded solemnly with serious expressions. Only a man with a pale skin and a moth demon acted neither salty nor cool.
"Is it used like this? Isn't it just a sea of burial gods? It's not like no one has ever gone out alive." Hu Jiu suddenly became a little unhappy, "I'm not talking about child's play. It doesn't matter if you don't die yourself, don't harm us all!"
The moth demon became even more disdainful after hearing this, "I heard it, coward! If you want to say that you have harmed all of us, you should be more concerned about that yellow-faced boy, a guy in the elixir realm, who has the audacity to come to this muddy water, He will hold back and harm me!"
The moth demon said while looking at Chen Xuan with great disdain.
The yellow-faced boy he was talking about was Chen Xuan.
Chen Xuan didn't react at all after hearing this. He glanced at him indifferently, observing the surroundings and being cautious.
When the moth demon saw that Chen Xuan was not paying attention to him at all, he immediately let out a cold snort, extremely dissatisfied, and seemed to be ready to fight with swords at any time.
