Chapter 1882

"I guess it's the life skill he practiced, which should have a special resistance to the power of thunder robbery."

The man in white stares at Chu Chen's body curiously and says a word slowly.

His eyes were very sharp and he felt very uncomfortable.

It seems that he is not looking at a person, but a treasure or a magic weapon.

"In my opinion, what he practiced should be the skill of thunder attribute, which seems to be quite high, so he has natural resistance to the power of thunder and lightning. At the time of the coming of the natural calamity, it seems that it has swallowed up part of the force of the thunder robbery because of the chance coincidence. Therefore, we can send out the breath of the Tianhe realm with the cultivation of the area of the Linghe river

"You have a good eye, but this time, you are only half right."

The old monk laughed, and the wrinkles on his face trembled slightly. "This young man didn't practice the life skill of Lei attribute. What he practiced was a magic forging skill, which could swallow the power of thunder and refine the body."

"Forging skill that can devour thunder robbery?"

The man in white shaved his eyelids fiercely. There was a surprise in his eyes, mixed with the expression of ecstasy.

There are countless forging techniques in the world. However, it is unheard of that it can even swallow the power of natural calamity. I'm afraid that only the legendary ancient mythology has such a magical power.

Now, the boy has mastered it?

"This secret skill of forging body is extremely exquisite. I'm afraid it is also very useful for the strong men of Tianhe stage."

The old monk in dark blue robe said calmly, "If heaven does not take it, he will suffer from it. Xiaoguang, you know what to do! "

"Master, I understand."

The man in white nodded and looked at Chu Chen with a trace of fanaticism.

"I'm going to catch that guy and torture him to practice the secret method. This kind of magic power should be mastered by our family, and it is also one of the blessings of our trip to fairyland. "

"It's not so much trouble."

The old monk in the dark blue robe shook his head. "Kill him directly, and then save his head and bring him here. I'll squeeze out all the things in his brain with the nine you soul searching technique. "

"I understand."

The man in white nodded repeatedly, then his figure moved, and he flew to Chu Chen carelessly.

Since the appearance of the old and the young, they talked about themselves without deliberately covering up and lowering their voice, but they directly regarded Chu Chen as a dead man.

And the people around heard this, but one by one was a little stunned.

The purple robed old man frowned, waved, and released a aura of spiritual power to cover several young disciples around him. He was obviously not willing to cause trouble and stay out of trouble.

However, most of the rest of the monks heard the word "Jiuyou soul searching technique", but their faces changed one after another. They subconsciously stepped back and left like avoiding snakes and scorpions.

LAN Xuan, Zhou Lin, xuanke several people heard the conversation between the old and the young in the sky, but their faces changed one after another.

Chu Chen has just completed the robbery, although his cultivation has been promoted to Linghe, and his breath has reached the Tianhe stage.

But after all, he has just been promoted and his cultivation is not stable. Moreover, it is not clear whether he suffered internal injuries in the thunder robbery.

The breath of the old man is that he has been promoted to Tianhe for a long time, and his realm is extremely stable and heavy. If he does, he will be in danger!

Just after the robbery, he was hunted by the strong man in Tianhe!

The world is so cruel.

At this moment, LAN Xuan, Zhou Lin and other people mentioned their voices, while Chu Chen in the air was still without any expression, watching the male Xiu in white flying towards him.

"Choose yourself a monk."

The man in white with a smile, eyes incomparably cold looking at Chu Chen, tone of indifference like dominating the God of the world in general, "once I choose, then I'm afraid you can't live or die."

This is the pity of the high to the weak.

Chu Chen's face could not see any fluctuation, and then his figure disappeared.

Suddenly, the man in white was stunned.

This situation is really very strange. The little monk standing in front of him will disappear in the next second.

In the whole process, there was no spiritual power fluctuation, no trace of magic power and secret arts. Chu Chen didn't even wave his hand.

He just disappeared, suddenly disappeared without any warning?

However, he could not feel the breath of Chu Chen.

Even the terrible wave of lightning power disappeared without a trace.

Did you escape?

This kind of situation, strange let the bottom of the heart panic.

Inexplicably, the man in white felt a chill through his heart.It was like a ferocious snake was hiding somewhere in the void, staring at him dead. The ferocious fangs were close to his neck, but he could not see it at all.

"Master, why did that man How did you escape? Did you escape? "

The man in white is slightly stiff. He turns around and looks at the old man in dark blue robe.

At this time, a wave of invisible Mori cold breath from all directions as if the tide surged towards him, making him have a kind of terror intuition that his disaster is imminent.

"Don't panic."

The old monk in the dark blue robe frowned and looked puzzled. However, his manner was still relaxed, as if everything was under control. "Don't worry, that boy can't run far."

However, the expression of male Xiu in white was not at all relaxed. The instinctive sense of crisis enveloped him everywhere. Moreover, the crisis became stronger and heavier. It seemed that an invisible voice kept roaring in his ears.

Run, run!

This strong and frightening sense of crisis made his whole mind seem to be frozen.

Finally, after holding on for a few breaths, the strong almost suffocating sense of crisis in the void finally made the male monk in white feel broken down.

He suddenly yelled, and a dazzling silver white aura of spiritual power suddenly appeared around him, and a huge divine Dharma image loomed around him.

"Xiaoguang, don't panic!"

The old monk in the dark blue robe frowned and growled, "what do you call on God Dharma to do? The boy... "

The old monk's voice just half said, suddenly disappeared, with a few strange noises.

The man in white subconsciously turned around and saw that the whole person suddenly froze.

There was a hand in front of the old monk, a pale, thin hand that seemed to be shining like a crystal, and faintly surrounded by golden thunder and flame.

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