I Am a Corpse Collector In the World of Cultivating Immortals

  Chapter 130 Cold approach

   "Good boy, don't talk about martial arts." Chen Shenyuan stopped for thousands of miles, stopped suddenly, and looked back.

  Just now he exposed his murderous intentions and was going to scare Chu Yuyan, but he was taken aback by the other party.

   "It's obviously a fair duel, the battle of Wushuang, but the use of Dao weapons." He has some resentment.

  The opponent's black sword suddenly revealed its edge, and the blooming aura made him feel dangerous and felt great terror.

  Although the terrifying aura only appeared for a while, he was so keen.

  The black sword is definitely not a sacred weapon, it should be the top weapon in the world, a Taoist weapon.

   Non-Mahayana cannot be refined.

   "However, having said that, the Mahayana has not been produced in Dongzhou for a million years, and there are still Taoist artifacts handed down." Chen Shen sighed softly, and then rushed towards the direction of the imperial city.

   "I hope Xiao Chu won't be hit by me. Dangshi Wushuang is still him, and I'm just a passerby."

  …

  At the same time, on the land devastated by the aftermath of the peerless world, Chu Yuyan, who was dressed in black and stained with blood, was still looking at the direction of Chen Shen's departure with a dazed expression.

  He was defeated, and wanted to use Void Return to challenge the body, but he failed to defeat the first opponent he picked.

  In the end, he was somewhat convinced that the opponent was hiding his strength.

   Defeating him, the unparalleled peerless powerhouse in the world, seems to have not used all his strength.

  Chu Yuyan's eyes were complicated, and he recalled the other party's frivolous words.

   Could it be that the fit really used 2% of its strength?

   "No! If he is really like this, then I will lose even if I am in the same situation as him, but who am I? Chu Wushuang!"

  He shook his head lightly. This kind of thinking is too far-fetched, and it's almost off the charts.

   "Perhaps, this person is the peerless arrogance of a certain Xianzong Xuezang. He possesses top-grade spiritual roots and a king body, which is several times more terrifying than a real dragon body."

  Even if the grandson was on the combined level, Chu Yuyan was confident that he could defeat him, but today, he was still defeated by an unnamed strong man.

  The most painful thing is that it is still an opponent that I pick at will.

   "Pingxian." Chu Yuyan lowered his head, staring at the black sword in his hand.

  In this life, he was defeated for the first time. Although he was in a low state, his spirit was still knocked down a lot.

  Besides, if he didn't have the Immortal Leveling Artifact in his hand, I'm afraid he would be planted here tonight.

  Ping Xianjian, one of the few Dao artifacts in the Misty Immortal Sect, he is the face of the Immortal Sect, with unparalleled talent, so he is naturally qualified to hold it.

  However, there is no complete Taoist instrument in the world.

  Dongzhou is drifting away, Mahayana is gone, these Taoist artifacts refined millions of years ago have begun to decay, and all have defects.

  …

   "There is still half a month until the grand event begins, and in the imperial city, all the talents from all walks of life have rushed over."

   On the second day, Chen Shen, Shi Can and others met again in Xianshenju.

  The main reason is that a group of luck masters usually have too much time to spare, and there are still many spirit stones, so these days they drink in Xianshenju almost every day.

   "Why didn't Lao Chu come?"

   "I summoned him, but unfortunately he ignored me." Shi Can said.

  Cough cough.

  Chen Shen drank a glass of wine in silence without saying anything.

   "Look, the top three characters in the Immortal Sword Sect sequence are here." At this time, someone exclaimed, and everyone looked over.

   "Xianshenju is definitely the second place in Hengdian, and almost famous people can squat there." Chen Shen said in his heart.

  Outside the restaurant, a group of people came, all disciples of Immortal Sword Sect.

   There are a few familiar ones, such as Fairy Zhuyan and her Taoist companion.

  The person at the head is carrying a long sword wrapped in white cloth. It is the second person in the Immortal Sword Sect sequence, Yan Zangfeng.

  Conceived the supreme sword body in the body of the king, a natural swordsman.

   "This person's spiritual root is only top-grade, but his sword body is too strong. Few people in the same realm can match his sword."

  Yan Zangfeng is dressed in blue, with sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and looks very extraordinary.

   "Yan Zangfeng is not number one even if he is so strong, and I don't know who that Sequence One is, and Immortal Sword Sect has not made it public." Someone sighed.

  Chen Shen and the others were silent. Chu Yuyan broke the news. If it is not bad, that Sequence One should be the new Holy Son.

   That is, the young man beside Zhu Yan, who looks very handsome, but looks very low-key.

  Xianjianzong and his party went to the second floor and went to the private room.

   Not long after, a person rushed over and it turned out to be the holy grandson Li Xuan.

   "Yan Zangfeng is on the first floor of the Void Return, and the holy grandson came here to challenge him." Someone said in a low voice.

  Saint-grandson wants to challenge the unparalleled position, but at the same time he is also a militant.

  Since defeating a Void-returning master of Misty Immortal Sect last time, he has challenged several others one after another, without any defeat.

  But although those people have some reputation, their strength is not the top group of people.

  So Sun Sun set his sights on the top talents.

   "If this battle is won, it will shock the world." The voice of discussion gradually rose, and they were looking forward to the upcoming battle.

  Boom!

  The holy grandson was in a hurry and did not disappoint everyone. After a while, there was a huge fluctuation on the head of Xianshenju.

  People who were still eating ran out to eat melons.

   Hum!

   There is a strong late-stage fit person who makes a move, marking the battlefield for the two Tianjiao.

   It has to be a holy grandson, if it's someone else, how dare he make a move in the imperial city at will.

   "Wonderful!"

  Someone applauded.

  The battle didn't last long, and they were all returning to the virtual combat power. The strength was terrifying, and each breath was enough to collide for hundreds of rounds.

   Within half a quarter of an hour, the winner was determined, and the Saint Sun won the battle, defeating Tianjiao, the second-ranked Tianjiao of the Immortal Sword Sect.

   "Counting romantic figures, but also looking at the present, this era is definitely the grandson's!"

   "Chu Wushuang is second, there is no doubt about it!"

  Many people praised it.

   "I wish I could fight with you!"

  In the sky, the grandson's robes are fluttering, and his heroic posture is tall and straight.

  At this time, not far from Li Xuan, there was a violent fluctuation.

  The space was torn apart, revealing a pair of slender hands.

   Immediately afterwards, a young man in a black robe walked out of the void.

  He had a stern face and said coldly.

"That is?"

   "That's the first person in the Taoist sect, cold and stern, returning to the perfect realm! Tear open the space, only peerless can do it, this person is not a fit, it's better than a fit!"

   "The gap between returning to the void and the fusion is too big, far beyond the gap between returning to the virtual and transforming gods. When it is cold and perfect, it has surpassed the peerless powerhouse by half a move. It is extremely terrifying."

  As the realm is getting higher and deeper, it is difficult to cross the realm. In this world, returning to the void and winning the fusion is the limit.

   As for the combined victory over the robbery? have! It is impossible to do anything that is not heavenly.

   Leng Jun can be combined with returning to the void and defeating, which can be called the ceiling of combat power.

  Of course, if Chu Wushuang is perfect, he can do the same, and it is estimated that he can break through this ceiling.

  Sacred Sun looked at this person with a fighting spirit, and a light flashed in his eyes.

  Obviously, now only this kind of invincible talent can arouse his interest.

   "I'll wait for you!" He said in a stern and cold voice, turned around indifferently, and stepped into the space crack that had not dissipated.

   "The face is stern, the name is Leng Jun, the speech is stern, the back is stern, it is really stern!"

  Leng Jun, who was about to disappear, staggered suddenly. He was about to turn around, but unfortunately the space was closed, and the angry face could not be seen.

  It is not unique, and it is impossible to tear apart the space at will.

  Boom!

  A figure came quickly from somewhere in the imperial city, it was angry and stern.

   "It's a cold way to tear up the space and pretend to be aggressive even in the imperial city."

   Leng Jun who arrived at the scene again received a critical hit of 10,000 points.

   The update should be resumed the day after tomorrow

  (end of this chapter)