Chapter 823

More than a day later, the Xuanxian friar of Zhangjia began to summon and flew out of the surface.

When they came, there were nearly 70 Xuanxian. Now there are only more than 30 people left, and nearly half of them have been lost. It must be said that they are not big.

On the ground, monk Xuanxian was a little silent.

It's a shame that so many friars are constantly killed by a friar in the early days of Xuanxian. But these people are shameful and no one can say anything.

"This time we have to take a long-term view. We can't go down to find him. Under the ground, he can keep sneaking attacks. There's no way to go on like this."

A monk at the peak of Xuanxian said that this monk has a great status among many monks. His father is an Immortal Emperor and his own talent is also very high. Therefore, when talking, others have to pay attention to him.

"The ancestor of this palace secret place attaches great importance to it, and outsiders must not know. Over the past tens of millions of years, there are not many monks killed, so there is no doubt that the monk will die. However, even so, you don't have to worry. It's impossible for him to go out in this secret place."

"Even if you go out, Shi Shuzu of Xiandi level in the family is already waiting outside. As long as you go out, you will die. Therefore, the focus of everyone's attention is not to catch this person, but to be careful not to be caught by this person. As long as someone lives and spread the news to the outside, it is victory."

As soon as the friar opened his mouth, other friars who had been hesitant agreed one after another.

Since one person said so, others naturally wouldn't object. They foolishly went to find Wang Chen for compensation. There were a lot of friars who died in Wang Chen's hands before.

"However, we can't go like this. Instead, we have to wait for him to come out and give him a heavy blow. It's best to leave at that time."

The monk who just spoke spoke again, and the others agreed. Therefore, he arranged to give Wang Chen the last blow.

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Underground, after Wang Chen recovered from his injury, he felt that there was a faint breakthrough in his cultivation, especially in his state of mind. It seemed that he could settle down in an instant and enter the realm of understanding the mystery.

"Sure enough, there will be a breakthrough between life and death. It's just these battles. Not only the cultivation has a breakthrough trend, but also the state of mind seems to have improved."

Wang Chen realized the essence of the battle from the bottom of his heart, but he didn't dare to say that there was really any great progress.

Fighting is just a catalyst. After the usual accumulation, you will naturally feel a breakthrough. It doesn't mean that there will be a breakthrough in the battle of life and death. Otherwise, there are so many friars wandering around in the fairyland. Aren't they all experts and their mood is very terrible.

Continuing the hunting, Wang Chen turned for more than ten days, but he didn't meet a monk. He couldn't help but be a little surprised.

"Are these people not underground?"

Wang Chen doesn't believe it at the bottom of his heart. Don't these people insist so much? They obviously have such great advantages. As long as they are properly distributed and swept across the area, Wang Chen can't escape at all. Originally, Wang Chen thought that if he couldn't stay underground, he would go out and then enter the underground.

A month later, Wang Chen didn't find anyone, so he began to rise slowly and enter the earth's surface.

Quietly, when Wang Chen's body appeared slightly, a magic power was to kill him. Wang Chen's secret way was bad, and his body fell sharply.

A magic power with earth attribute came over. Wang Chen's body suffered the aftereffects of more than a dozen magic powers and received a lot of injuries.

"It's so cunning that it's waiting for me to go out."

In the depths of the earth, Wang Chen immediately understood, but he didn't worry about it. He went out to fight face-to-face. There were thirty or forty Xuanxian friars. Wang Chen couldn't fight at all. If he understood more than three or four thousand kinds, Wang Chen was not afraid, but now he was not strong enough, so Wang Chen had to come slowly.

After recovering from the injury, Wang Chen moved to a remote location and appeared again. Then he hid on the surface and began hunting everywhere.

Just when Wang Chen checked most of the area, he found that there was no monk Zhang at all.

"The Xuanxian friar of Zhangjia has gone."

Wang Chen understood in an instant, and then flew out of the ground. His divine consciousness scanned the air and found that there was no other friar in an area here.

"It's good to go. Without these friars making trouble, you can stop and practice well."

Wang Chen thought about the cableway at the bottom of her heart and walked into the palace.

There were no natives in the palace. Wang Chen found a place at will and began to practice. In this place, it was very safe. There were no friars in the back, and the Zhang Xuanxian in front couldn't come back. Naturally, there was nothing to do.

Sit down cross legged, and the spirit of Wang Chen begins to enter the boundary bead again.

Among the world beads, one storage ring was opened by Wang Chen. Among the storage rings, there were pieces of immortal tools and pills brought in by friar Zhang Jia, but these were not favored by Wang Chen. The only treasure that made Wang Chen happy was xirang.

Friar Zhang came all the way and harvested a lot of soil. When Wang Chen got these immortal materials, he was happy, and then he put Xi earth next to the holy wood of Qingling.

With so much soil, qinglingshenmu grows very fast, almost at the speed visible to the naked eye.

After so many years of growth, Qingling sacred wood has been seven or eight feet high, just like a canopy. There is a strange smell around the trees. Under this smell, Wang Chen's spirit only feels that the spirit has calmed down, and the mystery in the boundary bead can be touched faintly.

"Well, the function of Qingling divine wood has become more obvious. Take this opportunity to practice well."

Wang Chen fell into cultivation wholeheartedly. The role of Jiezhu Qingling divine wood, measuring the sky, breaking the ruler and the spirit of the sword began to realize the mystery. The speed was more than twice as fast as that in Dihuang mountain.

Time flies by.

In the palace where Wang Chen is located, the Yellow runes shine with mysterious light. Then, on the ground, a little soil appears, slowly increasing and converging into natives, arching around the palace.

However, there was no spirit on Wang Chen, and these natives did not attack Wang Chen.

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More than 100 years later, Wang Chen's speed of understanding metaphysics slowed down again, and Wang Chen stopped practicing. At this time, Wang Chen had understood 2000 kinds of metaphysics, and his strength increased by several percent.

When the spirit returned to the body, Wang Chen felt attacks around the body.

"Get out of the way."

Wang Chen immediately controlled the escape light and retreated. When he saw the divine knowledge, he found that there were dozens of natives in the palace. These natives were the same as those seen by Wang Chen before, but they seemed to be stronger.

Whew!

Without hesitation, the magical way appeared. The divine sword drew a sword light and instantly cut to the nearest native's arm. However, when the divine sword was about to cut off, the native's arm began to be repaired. In the blink of an eye, it was repaired.

Wang Chen suddenly retreated and withdrew from the palace, but he frowned slightly.

"These natives should have appeared during my cultivation, but they didn't attack me at that time. It seems that they should only attack creatures with gods and spirits. However, now my attack is unbeatable. It seems that they should be more powerful."

More than 100 years ago, Wang Chen understood more than 100 kinds of mysteries, but these mysteries were not added to the magical powers. Therefore, his strength had not been improved, and he almost cut off the native's arm.

Once again, Wang Chen sat down cross legged to practice. Wang Chen added the newly understood mystery to the magic one by one. After an hour, Wang Chen felt that the power of his magic had increased.

"Well, it's time to kill these natives this time."

When Wang Chen entered the palace again, he fought with the natives. This time, as expected, although Wang Chen's strength was not as good as these natives, the natives were too slow. Under Wang Chen's constant attacks, the stone man was fatally injured and his body was a little broken, which was cut and killed by Wang Chen one by one.

The native fell to the ground, and the soil left all over was collected by Wang Chen.

"So many Xi soil, it seems that it should be the best among the six immortal materials. If so, the next palace will be the Xi soil of seven grades."

Wang Chen put away the soil and put it into the boundary beads for the absorption of Qingling divine wood. Then he went to the gate of the palace and stepped in.