Chapter 564: Way Out

Ji Mengchen tore his shirt apart, wrapped around the wound on his left arm, bit the sword in his hand with his teeth and tied it on one hand. Then he picked up the sword and looked around carefully. His arm can basically no longer move, and there are many wounds on his body.

His handsome face was exhausted, blood stains, dust and anger in his eyes. The dignified third young master of the Ji family had reached such a point. The guards around him and even the monks who came out with him this time were all killed. Looking at the bag tied around his waist, a ray of light flashed in Ji Mengchen's eyes. This was his own thing, no one could get it from his hands, and that damn Yishou Pavilion.

He was already a little exhausted at this moment. Although his subordinates had bought time for him with their lives, there were many masters on the other side. Ji Mengchen looked up at the surroundings and saw the yellow sand everywhere. The wind was still not small at this time and he couldn't see clearly at all, but he vaguely had a bad premonition.

"Haha" Just as Ji Mengchen was thinking, there was a sudden burst of laughter behind him. Several figures were chasing him quickly. The person in front was surrounded by a layer of faint water vapor. The wind and sand around him could not get close to his body. He had eyebrows, a goat beard, and a sword behind him. His hands were on his back as if he was gliding on the yellow sand. Behind him were three middle-aged men, all holding sharp swords. Although he was injured, he obviously did not lose his combat power.

The old man smiled and said, "Mr. Ji San, I will never fail to take action. You hand over the inner elixir of the spirit beast on your waist to me. I will give you a happy time."

The laughing butcher was like a kind old man, talking with a smile, but he kept talking to others and killing people. However, the laughing butcher was very happy at this time because the task he took on was simply profitable. Unexpectedly, the third son of the Ji family was lucky. Before he waited for someone to kill him, he actually led his man to kill a spirit beast that had been five hundred years old and obtained an inner alchemy. If he had this inner alchemy, once he refined it into the Jin Qi Pill, he would have the chance to reach the middle stage of Qi Refining from the early stage of Qi Refining, and he would have a chance to greatly improve his strength, and even have the chance to impact the late stage of Qi Refining. Then he would really reach the sky in one step and enter the cabinet.

Ji Mengchen did not dare to delay, so he suddenly stood up and used his family's body technique to run forward quickly, and shouted: "Yi Shu Pavilion, aren't you afraid of revenge from my Ji family?"

Laughing at the butcher is like hearing the funnyest joke: "Haha, I've paid money and life with one hand. I've never been afraid of anyone, let alone you, a child with a yellow mouth."

"Huhuhu" was talking, and everyone suddenly realized that the wind around was a little weird. The laughing butcher looked around and couldn't help laughing again: "Young Master Ji San, it seems that you are really looking for death by yourself. Although the Ji family's body skills are special, it is difficult for even this monk to catch up with, but look at where this is."

Ji Mengchen was shocked. When he looked around, he was stunned. Wanxian Zhanhu, there was obviously endless yellow sand and the wind was dancing wildly. There was no edge or anything, but Ji Mengchen knew very well where he had entered. Wanxian Zhanhu, and it was over, there was only one exit here.

At this moment, the laughing butcher felt that Ji Mengchen's speed slowed down. A hint of pride and murderous intent flashed in his smile. He quickly pinched the magic trick in his hand. A pure vitality turned. The sword behind the laughing butcher suddenly let out a long sound, and then rushed directly to Ji Mengchen ahead.

Although Ji Mengchen is a descendant of the Ji family, he has learned very powerful skills and has various secret techniques, but his own strength is not strong after all. Facing a cultivator who is two or three levels stronger than him, he has no way to dodge the flying sword. The long sword in his hand dances, and a layer of sword light flashes on the sword.

A crisp sound of "Dang" shook the flying sword open, but he was shaken away by a huge force. Blood gushed out of the tiger's mouth, his arms trembled, and the flying sword just tilted for a moment and came to chase him again the next moment.

The butcher laughed a little hard, but when he thought of the inner alchemy of the five hundred-year-old spirit beast and the reward for completing the task, he used all his strength to activate the vitality in his body, and the flying sword hit Ji Mengchen even harder.

"When" Ji Mengchen swung the flying sword again, but was also scratched by the sword energy on the flying sword, and a deep bone-sighted wound appeared in his chest, and he flew out.

At this time, they ran all the way and fought. They had entered this place wrapped in layers of strange wind. Just as the flying sword attacked again, Ji Mengchen suddenly raised the sword in his hand and pressed it on the bag at his waist. He stared at the laughing butcher with a clear meaning. If you dare to move, I will pierce this. The flying sword that had reached Ji Mengchen's throat slightly avoided it, cut a deep bone-sighted wound on Ji Mengchen's shoulder and flew away.

Ji Mengchen maintained that position, without moving, with blood in his mouth, and gasping heavily.

At this time, the butcher laughed and had already come close to him. Seeing Ji Mengchen's injuries and looking at the surrounding environment, he was not in a hurry. He slowly controlled the flying sword beside Ji Mengchen, and then smiled and said, "Young Master Ji, don't be uncomfortable. My Yishou Pavilion's method is not just killing people. If you dare to destroy the inner alchemy, I will let you survive for thirty days and die for thirty days."

A miserable smile appeared on the corner of Ji Mengchen's mouth. He was already desperate and was still afraid of any threat. Just when he was about to pierce the inner alchemy and fight to the death.

Suddenly I heard someone talking inside: "Haha, there is someone, finally, master"

"Bang" a crisp sound, then another scream, and another voice said: "What's the name? But this guy who speaks is definitely not a good thing, it looks quite similar to your lines."

"Who" laughed at the butcher and shouted loudly, "How come there are still people in this Wanxian Battle Lake? Ordinary people are dead when they come here. Even those who know the way out will not come here, and there is nothing here."

Laughing the butcher was on guard all over and looked inside carefully: "Master He Fang, please show up and see him."

"Oh!" A very surprising voice came from inside: "Ancient!"

With the sound, two people gradually walked out. These two people were none other than Chen Han and Lao Jian who came out of the earth. They had been teleporting here for three months, but they had not been able to go out. Although the spiritual energy here is more abundant than the Little Sumeru World of the Fairy Martial Palace, Chen Han was still very unhappy when he could not go out.

Chen Han has truly seen the formations of cultivators this time. Although he is strong, he cannot do anything about these formations. After all, he has not reached the point of directly teleporting or shuttleing through the void.

The old bastard, who had always been known as a master of formations, bragged about how powerful he was, became honest and had not been able to break the formation after three months of busyness. He was extremely depressed.

At this moment, I suddenly heard someone talking. Lao Jian was overjoyed, but his body, whose soul was condensed, was trembling when Chen Han trembled.

After several months of cultivation, Lao Jian's body has become even more solid and has completely formed. Unless someone with higher strength than him, he cannot tell that he is the body of the soul, and he cannot tell that he is the sword spirit.

At this time, Lao Jian followed Chen Han and said as if he was humiliated and burdened, "Master, since someone can come, we will definitely be able to go out."

Chen Han looked at Lao Jian with dissatisfaction. Lao Jian shrank his head so much that he took a step back and laughed with him. Nothing else, because after first coming here, he encountered a big formation. Lao Jian patted his chest and said no problem, and said a lot of boasting words, but he did not break the formation in three months.

Although I don’t know who these two people are, Ji Mengchen glanced over and immediately found a few details. These two people were definitely not ordinary. They were trapped here for so long but it was fine. In addition, they were covered in yellow sand and the place where the wind was howling, there was no dust. Even innate masters could not do this, unless they were monks, and they walked out without fear when they encountered this situation.

After a quick analysis in his heart, Ji Mengchen shouted: "I am here for Ji Mengchen in the Ji family. If possible, please help me. The Ji family will thank you very much."

Ji Mengchen could see that as a third-level killer in Yishou Pavilion, how could he not see the problem?

The laughing butcher immediately bowed and said, "Friend, Yishou Pavilion is here to do business, don't interfere with others. If a friend wants to go out later, we will lead the way."

I've been sleeping here for three months, and finally saw someone coming in. When I saw these people know how to get out, Chen Han finally breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't have to be trapped here anymore. He didn't have enough time. Unlike the guy Lao Jian, who was trapped in such a place with sufficient spiritual energy, he wouldn't worry at all. At worst, he would spend dozens or hundreds of years of research. Of course, Chen Han beat him a lot when he said this.

Chen Han himself calculated that even if the earth resisted the first wave of attacks of the sea clan, the real attack of the sea clan would begin at most no more than one year. He only had more than two years now, and less than three years had been spent. Unexpectedly, he would have wasted three months in such a place.

Looking at these people, Chen Han already knew in his mind that as long as someone knew how to get out.

"Yi Shuge." Chen Han smiled faintly and said, "Is it a place to make pig's trotters? "

"Bold"

"Rareless, seeking death"

The laughing butcher and the killer behind him changed their expressions at the same time. Yishou Pavilion is the largest killer organization in the mainland, no matter the northwest countries or the three powerful countries in the mainland, even princes and nobles, no one dared to tell the Yishou Pavilion in person. This is the arrogance of Yishou Pavilion. It is hard to talk about the killer organization. It can be seen that its power is that a king of a small country once took out most of the treasury funds to offer a reward for the killer of Yishou Pavilion because of a prince being killed. As a result, all the people in the palace were killed by Yishou Pavilion overnight, including thousands of guards. From then on, no one in the mainland dared to face Yishou Pavilion head-on. Yishou Pavilion was like a nightmare. Before Chen Han could speak, the old bastard who was scolded by Chen Han just now, who was standing behind Chen Han and bent his body, changed his expression. A small Qi Refiner dared to be arrogant in front of his master. If he didn't show it, he would wait for him to wait for him to do so.

"Random" Lao Jian shouted loudly, and his figure immediately stepped forward, like a ghost.

"Pai Pa" Lao Jian instantly approached the four people, including Xiao Butcher and his three subordinates. At this moment, they were slapped by Lao Jian for more than a dozen times, and they were so happy that the veils of the three people behind them fell off. Xiao Butcher's face was swollen like a pig's head. He was better, obviously with the strength to protect him, but the three subordinates were in trouble.

Not only are they like pig's heads, but they are also fuzzy with blood and blood. The teeth in their mouths are gone and their bodies are shaking.

It's so comfortable. Lao Jian feels so happy. He has been imprisoned for hundreds of years. Not only does he have to incarnate outside his body, tear the void, or reborn, he is destroyed. In the end, he becomes a sword spirit and recognizes Chen Han as his master. Although he can tolerate it, he is not able to hold it back. There are people around Chen Han on the earth. He dare not provoke anyone and dare not get angry at anyone. Now he has finally found a chance. At this moment, he feels so comfortable in his heart, it's so good!!!

After the fight, Lao Jian secretly praised in his heart and at the same time, he also respectfully retreated to Chen Han's side and bowed, "Master, a few guys offend you, I'll teach you a lesson."

"You're going to take action very quickly." Chen Han said, suppressing the anger in his heart. Because of the tight time, he was also very annoyed when he was trapped here for three months. Now he saw this guy who claimed to be a first-hand pavilion and was so arrogant. From their conversation just now, he knew that this first-hand pavilion should be a killer organization on this planet. Chen Han didn't care how awesome they were. It would be strange if a killer organization dared to clamor in front of him like this.

Lao Jian knew his master's current mood. He has been ravaged a lot in the past few months, with a small stir-fry every three days and a big meal every five days. Lao Jian even suspected that if he couldn't go out one day, Chen Han would give him a full Manchu and Han banquet. Although after Chen Han's beating and practicing again, his soul was more condensed and solidified than before, Lao Jian was also in a very unhappy mood.

Knowing that Chen Han had been holding it in for a long time, he might also want to do it at this moment. Lao Jian hurriedly smiled: "Master, how can you do it easily? Of course, I will do this kind of small matter by the servant. If there is a big battle in the future, you will take action."

In the past few months, because of boasting and being locked up here, the old bastard who was trained by Chen Han, has begun to truly exert his ability as the king of flattery.

Chen Han now understands why the Northern Style became like that. This is definitely a black man who is close to the ink.

Chen Han ignored Lao Jian and looked at the butcher who was full of shock and stunned, because they didn't see clearly how Lao Jian took action or even how he came back just now, and it would be easy to take their lives.

There was blood on the corner of the laughter butcher's mouth, but there was still a smile on his face. The sword floating beside Ji Mengchen was trembling because of his vitality fluctuations, as if he was about to get angry. The laughter butcher really wanted to use his sword to kill these people immediately, but if they were masters who were proficient in special body techniques and achieved innate success, they might be in danger, and they might even be even more powerful than innate success.

The butcher laughed and didn't think he was beaten at all: "Two, wait until I finish the mission, I will draw a trail and accept it all."

In his eyes, these two people were also coming to the inner elixir of the spirit beast. Otherwise, there would be no love for no reason and no hatred for no reason in this world. How could they be so kind to help someone who has nothing to do with them?

So the butcher laughed and made a decision as soon as possible, killing Ji Mengchen first to complete the task, and then depending on the situation. Although the inner alchemy is attractive, if there is really danger, you don’t care about so much. At worst, you can give it to them first, and then ask other masters in the Pavilion to kill them and then grab them back. However, the benefits you can get are much less, but you don’t care about so much at this time.

The instant hand-pinning technique was astonishingly fast. The flying sword that stopped beside Ji Mengchen instantly flashed and directly stabbed Ji Mengchen.

The sudden change made Ji Mengchen not react, and he saw that the flying sword had reached his throat.

It's over, this is the last thought in Ji Mengchen's mind. He wanted to pierce the inner elixir, but it was too late. He could feel the breath of death and the light on the flying sword.

Just when Ji Mengchen thought he would die, Chen Han appeared in front of him with a hand and just flashed, coming ten times faster than the flying sword. He gently pinched the flying sword with his thumb and index finger. The flying sword seemed to be frozen in an instant and did not move any longer.

"Gulu" Ji Mengchen looked at the tip of the sword that was already stuck to his skin in front of him. Seeing Chen Han's hand holding the flying sword, he couldn't help swallowing and a clear sound came from his throat.

The laughing butcher in the distance was even more unbelievable. How could this be possible? When did this person appear there? How could he grab his flying sword with both hands? It is impossible. Even someone stronger than him could do this. If he used magic weapons, weapons to resist, or even used sword energy or other methods to shake the flying sword away, even if he was faster, the laughing butcher would not be like this. But when he saw Chen Han pinch his flying sword with two fingers, he didn't believe it was true.

He would rather believe that he had read it wrong and was dazzled, but in fact, Chen Han was standing there, gently pinching his flying sword, as relaxed as if he had pinched a leaf.

Chen Han pinched the flying sword and took it for a look, then gently flicked it with his hand. This material is just like the method of refining, and it is obviously not a good thing. However, some special secret techniques and some powers of heaven and earth were added, and there was also a soul mark inside. However, for Chen Han now, it was still a piece of garbage.

Chen Han held the tip of the sword with one hand and the hilt of the sword with the other. With force on both sides, he instantly kneaded the flying sword into a ball like a dough. He gently tugs of burning breath from his hands. The flying sword suddenly turned into flowing water and flowed down from his fingers, but it was covered with steel and some special substances of metal juice.
Chapter completed!