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Volume 4 Chapter 179 Beheading the City

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    Chapter 179: Conquer the Demon and Kill the City

    Ba Qingtian¡¯s ears grew calluses when he heard titles such as ¡°leader, boss, man of the world¡±, but he had only heard the word ¡°uncle¡± from one person.

    "Shao Bai?"

    Looking at the handsome young man in white robes in front of him, Ba Qingtian was a little afraid to recognize him.

    This cannot be blamed on his poor eyesight, but on this day and age

    i¡¯s Chen Shaobai is many times better than before in terms of strength, temperament and attire.  It is said that people rely on clothing, and Buddha relies on gold clothing. How can the clothes of Qingxuan Sect magic weapon level be comparable to ordinary ordinary clothes?

    Chen Shaobai's face was as usual, but his eyes were clearly filled with sincere joy: "Long time no see, Uncle Ba doesn't recognize me?"

    "The Secret Realm of Tempering Qi? I did not misjudge the person at first, Shaobai, you really stand out. Good, good, good"

    Ba Qingtian laughed loudly and said three "good" words in succession, his expression was extremely happy, which affected the hidden wounds caused by the fierce fight just now, and spit out a mouthful of black bruises.

    Chen Shaobai pressed his body with one hand, secretly circulated his magic power, and cast it out of the body.

    Feeling that the 36,000 pores in his body and every inch of his body were as warm and gentle as if he were soaked in spring water, Ba Qingtian relied on his extraordinary will and couldn't help but have an urge to fall asleep, but it only lasted for one or two breaths.  , his body temperature dropped back, and when he was awakened by a strong sense of hunger, he was surprised to find that the wounds left by the battle just now had almost healed.

    "You take a break first, and we'll talk about it later."

    Chen Shaobai turned around and looked at King Zhuang who was flying in front of him while controlling a low-grade magic weapon, with murderous intent in his eyes.

    Ba Qingtian originally gave Mengde the bronze sword as a gift to him, and he was kind to him. Now,

    I almost died at the hands of this person, how could I not make him angry?

    "Young hero If you don't show mercy, there must be some misunderstanding here that has caused you losses. I am willing to apologize."

    He unloaded the package he was carrying with him and held it up with both hands. Cold sweat the size of soybeans slid down his forehead, soaking the skirt of his clothes. He had never felt much fear since he cultivated his magic power. When he was stared at by Chen Shaobai, he actually felt a kind of fear.  The feeling of liver and gallbladder splitting.  He is certainly not a fool who can get along well in the secular world. He can tell at a glance how big the difference in strength between them is.

    Immortal cultivators pursue fame and fortune, and now he can only hope that Chen Shaobai will be merciful and let him go for Lingshi's sake.

    "You have to get rid of the roots. I want your life more than the spiritual stone in your hand."

    Looking at the dozens of spiritual stones in Prince Zhuang¡¯s package, Chen Shaobai laughed coldly.  Although he was new to Qi Tempering and his family background was relatively low, he could harvest tens of thousands of spiritual stones from just one move, just a few dozen pieces, which he really looked down upon.

    After the words fell, King Zhuang knew that there was no way to survive by begging for mercy, so his expression instantly became vicious. His magic power communicated with an inexplicable existence in his body, and he visualized a bald god with demonic energy in the sea of ??consciousness.  The mana quickly turned into a translucent light black color, and the aura around him rose again and again, and he soon surpassed Ba Qingtian.

    The battlefield below stagnated for a moment. Thousands of red-blooded cavalry and tiger and leopard black cavalry involuntarily raised their heads and cast their sights on King Zhuang.  In their eyes, the originally tall and burly King Zhuang seemed to have turned into a round, golden golden elixir of Taoism. All the vitality in his body was locked up, not even a trace was revealed, but he seemed to become more and more profound and distant.

    The demonic energy is everywhere, making it impossible for people to look directly at it.

    "oh?"

    Sensing the changes in King Zhuang, Chen Shaobai suddenly became a little curious. He stood at a higher level and observed the changes in his opponent's body. He could see everything clearly.  The opponent didn't take the elixir that stimulated his potential, and he didn't activate the evil sect's mysteries such as "the disintegration of the demon", but he was able to increase his strength to a half-step of quenching the energy and temporarily condense the sword pill. This simply subverted his cognition.  .  ¡­,

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