The green-clothed guest turned into a golden light, engulfed in martial arts, and hit the head of Cursed Grudge.
Wu Yun exploded and shattered, knocking the huge figure sideways, but Curse got up very quickly, and a slap drove a strong wind, sending Chen Jiufan hundreds of meters away and crashing into the ground.
The piece of soil exploded and crumbled into a big pit.
In the big pit, the golden light figure stood up, and the martial arts of heaven and earth gathered together, condensing into a golden martial arts bead behind him.
The man in the green shirt didn't say a word, stepped on it, shattered the ground, and then exchanged fists with that curse!
The luck of heaven and earth was disordered, and it was suddenly severe cold. In the early summer, it was actually snowed by them.
The monks around looked horrified, the combat power of this big monster and physical cultivator seemed to be vaguely touching the threshold of the Golden Core.
This is a battle of quasi-golden pills, how can they get involved!
Standing on the shore, Chen Jiu exhaled after exchanging punches with Curse Grudge, his face was already beautifully carved with golden patterns and clouds.
He raises his fist, his martial arts become stronger, and he creates a golden body of a god.
The grudge punched hard.
Chen Jiu didn't give in at all, he stood up from the ground and greeted him with his fists.
So he was punched backward by the curse and shot a thousand meters, crashed into the city, and plowed a long ravine.
Chen Jiu's body was covered with blood, and he tore off his tattered clothes. Without saying a word, he carried his martial arts and slammed into the curse as big as a hill.
All the onlookers could see that the big monster was clearly holding the Qingshan guest at one end, and if he really wanted to fight to the end, unless the Qingshan guest had a backup, he would definitely die.
Some monks retreated after knowing the strength of this great monster, knowing in their hearts that this big monster cannot be provoked by themselves, and it would be more realistic to go back to the sect and ask the golden core to enshrine it.
As for the people in this city, it's none of their business, they are neither relatives nor relatives, and they have no interest relationship, no matter how many times they die, they don't feel sorry for them.
Not to mention the people in the city, even if the man in green shirt who had reached the quasi-Golden Core died, in their eyes it was nothing more than death.
Monks have practiced for decades and hundreds of years, and after seeing the warmth and coldness of human relationships, they often go to two extremes.
One is getting more and more ruthless, as long as it is not my business, no matter what it is, it has nothing to do with me.
The second is that the more chivalrous, the world is not fair, and most of them have to take care of it when they see discomfort.
Maybe there are some monks who were originally chivalrous, but later became ruthless, and there are also counterexamples. Everyone is different, and no one can say for sure how they are alive.
Everyone will change at every stage, and then looking back, I feel that my thoughts once seemed so naive.
Everyone changes.
Including Chen Jiu.
He stood on the shore, panting heavily, his whole body seemed to be broken apart, in extreme pain.
The grudge is coming towards the city.
Chen Jiu greeted him again.
The man in the green shirt had long since lost his green shirt, and was wearing a blood-clothed suit that wrapped his martial arts, and even his martial arts were stained scarlet.
His left hand was completely broken, drooping by his side, warm sticky blood dripping from his fingertips.
Some monks around couldn't bear to look directly at them and shook their heads one after another. If the beating continued like this, the man in green shirt would definitely die.
After the Qingshan guest died, they should also leave.
Everyone cherishes their lives, and they should cherish their lives. The monks who are still left now have more or less admiration for this Qingshan guest whose combat power has reached the quasi-Golden Core, but is willing to defend the city to die.
But admiration is all admiration, and it is definitely impossible for them to risk their lives to defend the city.
Chen Jiu was punched into the ground by Curse Grudge. He supported the ground with one hand, and then staggered up again. His body shook a little, and the golden light seemed to have faded a bit.
The grievance came straight.
Chen Jiu stood bent over, rested for a while, then straightened up suddenly, and stood in front of the city gate.
A monk holding a baby girl came running from a distance. Seeing this scene, his pupils widened and he shouted in extreme concern.
"Chen Daoyou, run!"
Chen Jiu stood up and slammed into the huge walking figure, and was slapped down again, blood dripping from his body, spilling out continuously.
Cao Xie exclaimed, looking anxiously, looked at the monks around, and begged hurriedly.
"Fellow Daoist, save me, Brother Chen!"
The monks around turned their heads to look at him, but they were also silent, and then turned back.
The matter of the monks on the mountain has nothing to do with him, and Cao Xie is very clear about it.
The huge figure walked slowly towards Chen Jiu's fallen body.
Cao Xie's face was pale, he glanced at the little Cao pond in his arms, gritted his teeth, and came to a woman not far away in an instant, handed the little Cao pond to her, and took out a large bag of coins, and handed it to the woman. People, said in a deep voice.
"Take care of it for me. If I don't return it, you can take the coin and take care of this baby girl for me until twenty."
The woman didn't dare to resist, so she could only nod her head.
Cao Xie reached the river bank in an instant, and his spiritual energy formed a seal. Black arms emerged from a hundred meters beside him, gathered into a pile, condensed into a big hand, and gently covered Chen Jiu's fallen body.
The grudge slapped towards the big black hand.
The pitch-black palm collapsed in an instant, and Cao Xie stepped forward to meet him. He was knocked backward by the rest of the force and flew a hundred meters backwards, smashing the ground.
With blood all over his body, Cao lingered in the pothole, and fell from the five realms to the four realms in an instant.
Chen Jiu gasped for breath, and stood up again staggeringly, his martial luck wrapped around him like a torrent.
His eyes are full of golden light, extremely bright.
Wu Yun seemed to collapse instantly, falling to the ground like fragments.
The curse struck again, and the strong wind overturned the surrounding trees.
Chen Jiu punched them, and the void of heaven and earth trembled and rippled for several miles around them.
The martial arts on his body were like porcelain, and it suddenly shattered, revealing the golden body of a real god and man wrapped in it!
Chen Jiu shook off Curse's palm, stood up and punched it, causing it to stagger back into the river.
Chen Jiu didn't pursue, instead, he glanced worriedly at Cao Xie, who was lying in the pit, and waved to a monk watching the battle by the river bank, with a blank expression on his face, and said in a calm voice.
"Save me."
The monk didn't dare to refuse, he quickly rescued Cao Xie and fed him the elixir that warms Qi and blood.
Chen Jiu's face is extremely indifferent, and the martial arts of heaven and earth are his servants. Every time he takes a step forward, the martial arts will condense into a ladder, carrying this god-man who already has the image of the master of martial arts to ascend step by step.
Chen Jiu just wanted to kill the grudge in front of him.
When he reaches the height of heaven and earth, it is also the height of martial arts.
The martial arts steps suddenly collapsed.
Chen Jiu fell down.
It is the whereabouts of the martial arts of heaven and earth.
He just punches.
There is only a 100-meter deep pit left, the river is cut across, and there is nothing else.
The monks around clicked their tongues, this punch definitely has the power of a golden core!
Chen Jiu frowned suddenly, and there was a strong resentment at the bottom of the pit, which kept gushing out, and instantly clung to Chen Jiu, obliterating his golden body and martial arts, and eating away at his body.
The world is distorted, and cause and effect are extremely chaotic.
Chen Jiu knelt down on the ground with a hideous expression.
Dead alive, alive dead.
He kept repeating this process.
The cause and effect of heaven and earth cannot be corrected, as if his existence was the biggest accident between heaven and earth.
There is a breeze blowing.
Chen Jiu had no wounds all over his body.
The big pit disappeared, the river reappeared, and there was water again.
Cao Xie stood up suddenly, his realm remained the same.
The breeze was around Chen Jiu, and the green shirt slowly emerged. He slowly got up and stood quietly.
The breeze gradually dissipated.
The left hand with the most resentment also dissipated with the breeze.
This is a forced correction of the cause and effect of heaven and earth.
The sky and the earth were bright, and the river bank was crowded with crowds of onlookers, looking at the man in the blue shirt, not daring to speak.
Then the wind picked up again.
The man in blue turned around, his vacant sleeves fluttering in the breeze. He looked at the city and spoke calmly.
"In the future, if there is another person who drowns a baby girl, I will drown him."
The sound spread far and wide with martial arts.
Everyone in the city bowed their heads, no one dared to look at the man in blue.
Chen Jiu broke his arm and entered the Six Realms.