Chapter 432.
Splat!
The one-armed male cultivator fell heavily to the ground, blood spurting wildly from his mouth as he spat out a large amount of internal organ fragments.
His vitality was quite tenacious, and after receiving such a heavy blow, he didn’t die on the spot.
But even if Wang Chuan didn’t make up for it, he wouldn’t have survived much longer, because Wang Chuan’s had already blasted into his body through his arm, shattering all of his internal organs into pieces, and his dantian had completely collapsed.
At this moment, Wang Chuan stood still, and the Heavenly Dragon Dharma appeared behind him!
Heavenly Dragon Vajra Palm!
This Buddhist Palm Technique that was comprehended from the Heavenly Dragon Vajra Positive Technique, Wang Chuan had reached the Grand Completion Realm by constantly brushing his experience value and adding points twice.
The power was several times stronger than the Grand Completion level Vajra Fist.
This cultivator at the ninth level of Qi Practicing was already considered very strong for not being instantly killed by Wang Chuan’s palm.
Slap!
Accompanied by a dense bursting sound, dozens of points of cold awnings that had been shot at his body crashed down.
However, they were blocked by Wang Chuan’s heavy light shield armor.
What fell to the ground was clearly a blue-tinged, poison-hardened flying needle.
This kind of magic weapon flying needles had the power to break the law and armor, and after being quenched with poison, they were very sharp.
However, it was only for cultivators at the qi level, but Wang Chen was not only a Purple Mansion cultivator, his Heavy Light Shield Armor had long been cultivated to the level of the Great Circle, deriving a special defensive power.
The flying needles could not even scratch an itch, let alone break the defense.
Seeing such a scenario, the female cultivator who had cast the flying needles was instantly scattered, realizing that she and the others had hit an iron plate.
Purple Mansion cultivator!
The female cultivator’s heart felt as if a million horses were galloping, and she couldn’t cry even if she wanted to.
The Violet Mansion Cultivator had actually pretended to be a pig eating a tiger, revealing the aura of the Qi Practicing Stage, causing them to mistakenly think that they had succeeded in their calculations.
As a result, she lost her life!
She flew backward without thinking.
Even faster than the female cultivator was the scar-faced cultivator, what this fellow had just struck was not an attack talisman, but rather, he had enchanted himself with a Blast Wind Talisman and rolled up a gust of wind to vanish out of the hall.
Two people fled not slow, but unfortunately a burning red flying sword with flames suddenly broke through the air, snapping his fingers to catch up with the female cultivator who was a step behind.
Only a flash of sword light was seen, and the female cultivator’s head shot up into the sky.
The remaining momentum of the red geibi sword that had killed the female cultivator did not diminish, and lightning-like, it caught up with the scar-faced male cultivator and pierced through his body!
[Heavenly Merit +7], [Heavenly Merit +8], [Heavenly Merit +9]
In Wang Chen’s field of vision, three information prompts brushed out before and after.
It was actually still a consecutive number.
In the next moment, the Red Geibi Sword flew backward and automatically returned to the scabbard hanging on Wang Dust’s back.
After consecutively killing three cultivators, Wang Dust’s gaze looked outside the hall and said in a deep voice, “Since Your Excellency is here, why are you still hiding your head and not daring to show yourself?”
After a moment, there was silence outside.
Wang Chen sneered, “Do you want me to ask you to come out and meet me?”
His Divine Soul Attribute was very high, his perception was extremely sharp, and the probing range of his Divine Sense far exceeded that of cultivators of the same rank.
He had sensed the movement outside during the battle just now.
In fact, the other party was extremely well hidden, but it still leaked out a little trace and was detected by Wang Chen, who maintained an extremely high level of vigilance.
“Ugh~”
This time, a helpless sigh came from outside the hall.
Only to see a gray-robed old man walk into the hall, arching his hand sadly at Wang Dust and saying, “Scattered cultivator Yang Yi meets fellow Daoist, no offense intended, just curious to watch the fun.”
This old man’s beard and hair were all white, he looked kind and kindly, and he was also a Violet Mansion.
He looked down at the dead one-armed cultivator on the ground and sighed, “I didn’t expect the three siblings of Qinghe to all fall here today, it’s really the cycle of karma ah!”
Seeing the other party in this state, Wang Chen’s gaze flickered and said, “It’s fate to meet each other, sit down and talk.”
“Good.”
The gray-robed old man Yang Yi waved his robe sleeve, clearing the corpses on the ground along with the blood and water out of the hall.
He came in front of Wang Chen, took out the futon from his storage bag, and sat down next to the bonfire with great generosity.
This old Purple Mansion cultivator’s hands were empty and he didn’t condense his mana qi, appearing to be very open and honest.
The wary color in Wang Chen’s eyes faded quite a bit.
He also sat down and took out an altar of spirit wine and two empty bowls.
Yang B’s eyes immediately lit up, huffing and gulping, with a harried look.
Wang Chen slapped open the sealing clay of the spirit wine and poured a bowl for both the other party and himself.
The fragrance of the wine overflowed.
Wang Chen picked up the bowl of wine, “Please!”
“Many thanks, many thanks!”
Yang Yi couldn’t wait to pick up the bowl of wine.
Drinking it all in one go!
After drinking it he smacked his lips, incomparably chagrined, “Oops, didn’t even taste it!”
Wang Chen guffawed and took out another jar of spirit wine, “Fellow Daoist help yourself.”
Yang Yi was overjoyed and hurriedly grabbed the already opened altar of spirit wine and poured it for himself.
This time he slowly tasted it, revealing a satisfied look.
“Good wine, really good wine!”
This old Violet Mansion cultivator wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve and murmured, “I never thought I would be able to drink such good wine.”
Wang Chen waited for him to finish his second bowl of wine, then asked, “Fellow Daoist, how long have you been here?”
“How long?”
Yang Yi’s expression was a bit blank as he scratched his head and recalled, “It should have been half a year, at least half a year?”
Half a year?
Wang Chen remembered that the Nine Dragons Earth Palace had been closed some time ago, could it be that the other party had come in before it was closed?
He asked again, “Then how did you come here?”
“Teleported in!”
Speaking of this, Yang B’s hair stood up, “I really have seen an evil spirit, I used to be fine before, I didn’t expect something to go wrong this time, teleporting to an area that hadn’t been explored.”
“I’ve been looking for a way back, and I haven’t been able to find it!”
This old cultivator opened his mouth, “I also met some cultivators, all of them came in with me in the same batch, and they couldn’t get out either, everyone is trapped here ah!”
Wang Chen frowned, “Then why don’t you join them?”
“Huh.”
Yang Yi glanced at Wang Dust and said meaningfully, “In this world, what’s scarier than evil spirits is people!”
Wang Dust nodded silently.
The other party’s words made sense, often times the hearts of people were much more frightening than evil spirits.
Instead of traveling with people with evil intentions, it would be better to venture out alone to explore the way out, and even if he died, he would not regret it.
Yang B asked, “Are you new here?”
“Yes.”
Wang Dust replied frankly, “It’s been most of the month, and I’ve also been pitted by the Nine Dragons Great Hall’s teleportation array.”
Yang Yi sighed, “Alas, I was counting on you to know how to go back!”
He looked incomparably bitter, “If I had known, I wouldn’t have come.”
“Who would have thought?”
Wang Dust smiled and laughed, “Are you now wondering why I haven’t been poisoned yet?”
Wang Dust’s face wore a smile, but there wasn’t the slightest hint of laughter in his eyes.
He looked at the old Zifu cultivator across from him as if he was looking at a dead man!