Chapter 2114： Kill the golden core!

Yun Beixuan did not hesitate to deplete the essence and blood of his cultivation base, full of speed, turning into an afterimage.

At this speed, let alone the foundation building period, even the monks of the late Jindan period, don't want to chase him.

However, something terrified him, as soon as he rushed out, he hit an invisible wall.

An invisible barrier appeared around him, trapping him inside.

Yunbeixuan was so anxious that his souls and spirits were mad, like a deserted mouse, constantly changing directions and ramming, trying to break through this barrier and escape.

But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't do it.

At this moment, he lowered his head and realized that there seemed to be a formation below that locked him firmly.

At this time, the Golden Crow had arrived, and he could not run this time.

"I'm fighting with you!"

Yun Beixuan can only bite the bullet and go up, exhausting all his cultivation base, trying to block this sword.

The golden crow hit Yun Beixuan's true essence cover, and the power of the golden core period made him seem to block this move.

Although he vomited blood repeatedly, he successfully forced the Golden Crow to stop.

Before Yun Beixuan could relax his breath, Jiang Siming had already appeared behind him.

Looking at Jiang Siming's eyes with plenty of energy, only fear remained in Yun Beixuan's eyes.

"Senior, it's my fault. I shouldn't provoke you. I am willing to hand over my storage bag. As long as you let me go, I will disappear immediately, and I promise that I will never do evil in this life."

The arrogance just now becomes the begging for mercy now.

The realm of cultivation has always only followed the law of the weak.

Jiang Siming's eyes were cold, and he spit out: "Kill you, your storage bag is mine."

This sentence made the girl next to Aunt You sound very familiar.

Jiang Siming told her the same thing last night, but Jiang Siming let her go.

Will he release this person now?

As soon as he thought about it, Jiang Siming instantly shifted, approaching Yun Beixuan, and hitting his head with eighteen palms of Jianglong.

So far, a well-known demon cultivator in Zhongzhou, Beixuan, died in a miserable state in the hands of a foundation-building monk.

Jiang Siming recalled the Golden Crow Sword, cut Yun Beixuan's body open, found his golden core and storage bag, put it in the bag, and returned to his companion.

A set of movements is extremely skillful, like doing it thousands of times.

All the cultivators around were surprisingly quiet, looking at Jiang Siming's eyes just like seeing a scourge.

Is this really a decent monk? ? ?

Killing people to get the gold core, no matter how you think it is done by the magicians...

The key is still so skilled, I don't know how many times he has done it.

Moreover, killing the Golden Core cultivator with the foundation repair as a cross-level, it seemed quite relaxed, which simply subverted everyone's cognition.

When did the monks in the foundation building stage become so vigorous? ? ?

"It's really terrifying to the younger generation. With this person, one hundred years later, Qingyunmen is afraid that another person like Dao Xuan will appear." Aunt You sighed.

The **** the side had lingering fears. Fortunately, Jiang Siming let herself be merciful last night, and even the hatred and hatred towards Jiang Siming was much less.

Mainly... she can't beat it~~

No matter what they thought, Jiang Siming greeted Lu Xueqi and the others after the fight, and found the best place to sit and rest.

This location was originally the site of a monk who had completed its foundation construction.

Seeing Jiang Siming grabbed his place, the man didn't dare to say a word of bullshit, turned his head and left.

"Brother Jiang, are you not injured?" Lu Xueqi kept asking, fearing that Jiang Siming would be injured in the battle with Yun Beixuan. .

Jiang Siming smiled and shook his head, and said, "It's just a bit over-consuming, let me adjust my breath slowly for one night."

Lu Xueqi nodded and said, "Then I will protect you."

After speaking, he stood in front of Jiang Siming, motionless, watching the surroundings vigilantly, as if there was an aura of death whoever dared to approach.

Although Qi Hao and Zhang Xiaofan next to them didn't want to be Jiang Siming's bodyguards, Jiang Siming's performance just now made them feel fearful.

In a short time, the two dared not provoke Jiang Siming again.

Zhang Xiaofan cursed even more, this man is a monster! His double cultivation of Taoism and Buddhism is not worth mentioning in front of him.

With him, the senior sister estimated that she would never look at him more in her life.

Jiang Siming started to meditate and adjust his breath, and he had just solved Yun Beixuan, which really exhausted his body's true energy.

It was the Qimen of Fenghou, and the urn of the sky, coupled with the use of a move to slash the gods, and the eighteen palms of the dragon, so many skills were released, and the blue volume directly bottomed out.

He didn't have much true energy during the foundation period. If Yun Beixuan was still alive, he would definitely have to consume a fairy bean to maintain it.

But now, fairy beans can be saved.

Meditate slowly and take the Qingyun pie medicine. Although the effect is not comparable to that of fairy beans, it can be restored in one night by adjusting your breath.

At night, the temperature dropped sharply and it started to rain, and there were no hotels around.

All the monks did not choose to leave either, but continued to stay on this barren mountain.

After all, no one knows the exact opening time of the Demon Abyss, and good things are probably taken away in case they are late.

Drenched in the rain and freezing, I continued to boil here. Those who prepared umbrellas all squatted on the spot with their umbrellas.

Those without an umbrella can only be poured into a soup chicken, although you can use the real gas to block the rain.

But no one would do that, kidding, if it were to block the rain for a night, the consumption would be too much, and it would be too extravagant to block the rain with real gas.

But Jiang Siming's position happened to be covered by rocks above their heads, blocking the heavy rain.

I don't know how many people envy Jiang Siming and their position, but no one dares to grab it.

Jiang Siming adjusted his breath for a day and finally recovered. The guy who took out the barbecue directly started the bbq on the spot.

The aroma of barbecued cumin is tangy, and there is a campfire for warmth.

"Here, brother gave you the grilled chicken wings." Jiang Siming handed Lu Xueqi a piece of crispy and tender chicken wings.

It was the first time Lu Xueqi had eaten something made by Jiang Siming, but Zhao Ling often ate it.

Because she went to Wangyuetai to fool around with Jiang Siming every night, hehe.

Lu Xueqi took the chicken wings, a smile appeared on her calm face.

"Thank you, brother." After speaking, he sipped his taste.

As for the two goods next to him, Jiang Siming was not so kind, but he still threw a few bunches of raw meat to them in good faith.

"I want to bake it myself."

Zhang Xiaofan and Qi Hao looked at each other. Although they didn't want to accept this kind of favor, they were really hungry because they were hungry and cold.

The two also accepted it silently, took the skewers, and began to bake them.

The fragrance drifted far away.

The other monks were so greedy that they drooled, and they wanted to go up and grab a few dollars.

The gap between Nima is too big, so why should they get caught in the rain and starve.

Jiang Siming and the others can grill and enjoy the rain?

Unfair, so unfair!

At this time, a bold monk walked to Jiang Siming and the others. It was a young male monk.

And the cultivation base is actually only the refinement realm.

The other cultivators started to gloat for misfortune, and they really did not know how to live or die.

And the young man walked over and said, "Four friends, in Linxuan, Piaoyungu, have no malice. They have always made a deal with you."

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[Author's digression]: Third more~