The Female Lord Of Resentment, And The Eighteen-Winged Six Seraphs

Chapter 652 I Have No Ill Intentions

He stared at Shen Xuan unwillingly, and finally fell down. His body slowly fell into the swamp and soon merged into the swamp.

"Fortunately, I took precautions in advance." Shen Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, he was prepared.

What Shen Xuan just used was Yulingzong's "Yingling Jue", which can condense the power of the soul into a soul spear.

Although Shen Xuan only has the strength of the fourth level of body refining, his physical strength is comparable to that of a sixth-level warrior. Therefore, he can barely use the power of his soul to condense his soul ~ spear.

"The Yuling Sect's "Yingling Jue" is indeed well-deserved. It is indeed the second-ranked top technique in Tianyuan Kingdom. I wonder how much I can understand?" - Shen Xuan sighed softly.

Shen Xuan sat down on the ground and began to recuperate the chaotic Qi in his body.

"Whoops!" At this moment, Shen Xuan heard some unusual sounds, his face suddenly changed, he immediately jumped up from the ground, and looked around vigilantly.

"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"

At this moment, dozens of black figures rushed into the woods like lightning and surrounded Shen Xuan.

The person leading the group was an old woman. Her back was stooped, and a pair of turbid old eyes exuded an icy cold light.

Next to the old woman, there was an old man with white hair and a ruddy complexion. He looked particularly energetic, and his body exuded a faint fragrance of red pepper and a vague smell of Japanese medicinal materials.

After Shen Xuan saw these two people clearly, his pupils shrank.

The two old men in front of them are definitely over fifty years old, otherwise they would not have such strong energy and blood.

"Old man Sun Yangcheng, I wonder what your name is?" the old man asked, cupping his fists.

Shen Xuan raised his hands and said, "Junior Shen Xuan."

"Brother Shen, since it is a misunderstanding, you might as well reconcile it. I have no ill intentions and I have not hurt you." Sun Yangcheng spoke in a gentle tone, which made people feel very comfortable.

No wonder the fat man was so respectful to him.

Shen Xuan nodded, cupped his fists and said, "Thank you so much, Grandpa Sun, for saving your life today."

"Brother Shen, you're welcome. If you don't mind, just call me Yangcheng." Sun Yangcheng waved his hand and said with a smile.

Shen Xuan nodded in response and said, "Yangcheng, I don't know why you want to intercept me?"

Sun Yangcheng smiled and said: "Brother Shen, you should have seen just now that that fat pig is a real martial arts master."

"Oh? Martial Master Realm?" Hearing this, Shen Xuan had a look of surprise on his face, but secretly said in his heart: "I thought that the Martial Master Realm was already the limit, but I didn't expect that there were so many Martial Master Realm alive in this forest. Masters, it seems they are all here for that treasure!"

"Yes, that fat pig is my master's pet. If you can help me kill him, the treasure will be yours. What do you think?" Sun Yangcheng continued.

Shen Xuan shook his head when he heard this and said: "I don't have any hatred against that fat pig, why should I kill him?"

"My master is Sun Yangshan, the supreme elder of the Yuling Sect. He is the supreme elder of the Sun family, a family that refins medicine. He is also one of the deputy sect leaders of the Yuling Sect, and he has great power!" Sun Yangcheng said rather arrogantly, as if he was talking to Shen. Xuan shows off how awesome his master is.

Rottt..........

"Oh? That's it, I understand." Shen Xuan nodded suddenly, then looked like he was about to cry without tears.

"Little guy, please don't tell me that you don't dare to kill it." Sun Yangcheng said with a gloomy face, and a pair of deep eyes shot out with a chilling light.

Shen Xuan said bitterly: "Brother Sun, to tell you the truth, I don't know the art of killing beasts at all, and I have no confidence in killing it. And as you just saw, I am already injured, so I am probably no match for that fat pig. "

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"Are you unwilling to help?" Sun Yangcheng asked with a questioning tone, scanning the surroundings, ready to take action at any time.

Shen Xuan spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "You also saw it, I can't even withstand its punch, so how can I defeat it?"

Sun Yangcheng was silent, his brows furrowed tightly, and a look of struggle appeared in his eyes.

He just saw that Shen Xuan was indeed in trouble, otherwise he wouldn't be so anxious, hoping for a miracle to happen.

"That's all, I've offended him anyway, let's kill this fat pig first!" Sun Yangcheng gritted his teeth and decided.

A wicked smile appeared at the corner of Shen Xuan's mouth.

Sun Yangcheng's right hand suddenly reached out, and the majestic Qi surged like a tide. In an instant, a palm-sized silver-white skull condensed out, exuding a strange and sinister aura.

The fat cat flew away.

The fat cat was startled and ran away quickly.

"Hmph! How can a mere low-level spiritual weapon hurt me?" Fat Cat snorted disdainfully, then raised his hand and blasted out a flaming palm print, hitting the silver-white skull of Shangfan hard. .