Chapter 1101

Jun Chen didn't know and didn't want to guess.

However, one thing is certain that the reason why Longhu Mountain was chosen as the chimeng flower hatchery was not only because of the gathering of the eight places, but also because of the existence of the king xuejinteng.

These chimeng flowers can devour the blood golden rattan king, and then make their own variation, so that the chimeng flower's attack power is not limited to the illusory attack, but has the real attack power.

Now Jun Chen has arrived at the top of the mountain.

However, before we could observe it, suddenly, with a sound of whew, a purple lightning turned into a ten meter sword and suddenly shot at him.

This is the purple cloud dark thunder shaped attack, the light is dazzling, people have a brief sense of blindness, God consciousness in this purple thunder light to find that is also disappearing!

This is exactly what Jun Chen is looking for.

This kind of thunder and lightning can be used for cultivation. For the monks of thunder magic power, their magic power can be transformed into dark thunder, and their attack power can be increased more than twice.

All in all, it's valuable.

In addition to the power of thunder and lightning, there is also a double attack of thunder and lightning.

Jun Chen was fearless, and his face turned into a big hand. When he grasped it in the air, he crushed the sword spirit. However, the purple cloud and Xuan thunder shot over, melting a hundred and swallowing Jun dust.

At the next moment, an overbearing and arrogant old man's voice came from the top of the mountain: "a little baby dares to come to my Taoist temple to make trouble. He deserves to die under the purple cloud and Xuan thunder."

"Is it?"

Jun Chen's voice came, and then the purple cloud xuanlei, which was hundreds of feet across the whole body, disappeared into the body. No more movement, he himself was not damaged.

"Can you be immune to Ziyun xuanlei?" The old man's voice suddenly increased in strength, and Jun Chen could feel a strong divine sense power staring at himself.

Jun Chen immediately found the source of his eyes. In the new open land on the top of the mountain, this was the square where disciples of Longhu Mountain trained. But now there are more than thousands of chimeng flowers. The smallest one is more than 20 meters high, and the highest one is 100 meters.

Most of the chimeng flowers here are bathed in the purple cloud and dark thunder. They have failed in quenching and withered. However, the biggest chimeng flower king is still accepting the rough and becoming more and more powerful.

If it is successful, the defense of chimeng flower will be improved by two to three levels!

Staring at Jun Chen, the source of the sound is from that one hundred meter chimeng flower king. Unlike other chimeng flowers, it has devoured life.

Jun Chen asked indifferently, "where did you come from?"

The chimeng flower king once again heard the voice of the old man: "my ancestor is the third Grandmaster of the Heavenly Master's house. I'm not a complaining spirit. I'm the chimeng God now. I'm in charge of thunder and Dharma. I'll live forever!"

Jun dust way: "that is still complaining spirit."

The old man's voice suddenly became sharp and growled: "little boy, my ancestor has practiced for two thousand years, devouring countless turtles and defending the world. Only then have you been tainted with the spirit of resentment. You don't have enough vision. I don't blame you. Remember the name of my ancestor. I was once a monk of Yuanying in the end of the Dharma and was the first person in the world. "

"My ancestors have seen King Zhou's wine pond and meat forest, followed Jiang Gong's attack on Zhou, and also seen him fishing for dragons."

"Since my father has returned, I will sweep the whole world. Your child's skill is not weak, which is rare. If you want to be the sitting boy of my father, I can let you live today."

"Oh?"

After hearing that the spirit of chimeng flower claimed to be Zhang shouque, there was still so much to come. Jun Chen was also slightly shocked, and immediately took a serious look at the chimeng flower.

Sure enough, he did look out of sight before. Although this chimeng flower spirit has tremendous strength and boundless resentment, it is similar to the resentment spirit, but it is not.

Immediately, he nodded: "the original is a broken baby, only the soul of the earth! However, the heaven and earth have the right way, and the lamp of Death soul is off. No matter how brilliant and powerful you have been, you have already died, so don't struggle any more. "

"Extinguish your own soul fire, or shall I help you?"

After Yuanying's accidental fall, the heaven soul will turn into a pure spirit body, while the earth soul will retain the memory, and the human soul will turn into a resentful spirit. This is the biggest difference between the Jindan Friar and the Yuanying friar.

They may have some chance to survive. There are many exotic treasures between heaven and earth, and Jun Chen is not surprised.

"Hum, hateful boy, I have turned into a god of chimeng. I will not die for thousands of years. Can you decide my life and death? You destroy my children and grandchildren, but I don't say, you dare to move the idea of my ancestors? Let's let you go out of your wits under the pressure of monk Yuanying today The red cloud flower spirit roars.

At the next moment, a kind of divine sense pressure that belongs to monk Yuanying falls from the sky, like an invisible mountain. Although it is not the real monk's position of Yuanying, it is also extremely terrifying, surpassing the resistance ability of the strong in the third realm.

Down the hill, everybody kneel down.

Jun Chen also slightly frowned, his body appeared some shaking, but this kind of shaking soon disappeared, he regained his efforts, such as bathing in the breeze.

After all, this is just the incomplete monk Yuanying's coercion. The three spirits have lost the spirit of heaven and the soul of human. The oppression of divine sense is not only two-thirds less simple, but at least ten times weaker.Moreover, Junchen has Jiuyou light and nightmare to guard the spirit. Even if the real monk Yuanying comes, he may not kneel down under the pressure of the other party.

Zhang Shoukui's oppression lasted a full minute, but when he saw that Jun Chen was not damaged, he immediately put away his divine sense and said, "you You are clearly the peak of the divine fire. Why can you keep your face under the pressure of your ancestors? "

In response to Zhang Shouqian, it was Jun Chen's finger flick.

This finger shot, a total of 128 magic power, a solid bang on the red Meng flower king.

Boom! Boom!

Boom, boom.

Red Menghua was immediately beaten to fly, into the shape of fallen flowers and willows. The red juice flowed down and was shivering.

"It's so strong that I can break my own chimeng spirit This How could that be possible! My spirit has been tempered by the purple cloud and Xuan thunder... " Zhang Shoukui was furious, but he had no means but to oppress and attack by divine consciousness.

Jun Chen is not afraid of Ziyun xuanlei.

Although he devoured the blood golden rattan king to produce the cheap, but still not as strong as the blood golden rattan king, the defense ability can only be equal, the attack power is not so good.

But king xuejinteng had been chopped by Junchen's sword before.

"Can it withstand that?"

Jun Chen is a little surprised. It seems that Zhang Shouqian's chimeng flower has become more solid after being quenched by Ziyun xuanlei.

However, there is nothing that can not be solved by one punch. If there is, it is two strokes!

Boom!

Jun Chen flicked his finger again.

Poof!

This time, Zhang Shoukui's chimeng flower was not lucky, and was directly bombed. The rain of flowers scattered all over the sky, and the blood was like rain, leaving only a broken chimeng flower stage between heaven and earth.

Zhang Shouqian's Earth Spirit reposes in it.

Jun dust big hand separated by a claw, the flower stand was sucked to the front.

Zhang Shoukui was in despair. His soul was trembling. He was staring at Jun Chen: "why Why are you so strong? Are you still human? Tell me. "

Jun Chen said indifferently: "it's OK to tell you that you have only lived for 3000 years, but I have really practiced for 30000 years."

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