Out of instinct, within the sea of ​​consciousness, Xuan Ji rode the Dragon Art to rush into the sea of ​​consciousness, sucking all the thrilling spiritual power into the sea of ​​consciousness, nourishing his still thin soul power.

When Chu Hualang felt something was wrong, his spiritual power was not under control and rushed towards Chu Yanqi continuously. In just a moment, he felt that his spiritual power had been exhausted, and then his qi and blood were also exhausted little by little.

He was originally still as a middle-aged man. At this time, his originally black hair began to turn gray, and then all turned white, and wrinkles appeared on his face.

"What's wrong with you?" Chu Fenglang didn't care at first, but when he saw this, he hurriedly asked.

"Save..." Chu Hualang wanted to call, but found that his blood was consumed faster as soon as he spoke.

Chu Fenglang reached out and wanted to pull him over, but just as his finger touched Chu Hualang, an irresistible gravity pulled over, and the spiritual power in his body continued to surge towards Chu Yanqi.

In an instant, Chu Fenglang knew it was not good. He shook his hand desperately, broke free, and retreated in a mess.

"Young Master Yanqi..." Xiaodouzi and Chu Yunjie, Hao Qiang were completely stunned, and had never seen such a strange sign.

Chu Yanqi's spiritual consciousness sank into the golden sea of ​​consciousness. The originally small sea of ​​consciousness was nourished by Chu Hualang's spiritual power, and in an instant, it expanded to the size of the water tank. Lightning flashed on the sea surface. Although it was still very small, it had a magnificent feeling. His soul power showed a faint green, floating on the water surface, nourished by the sea of ​​consciousness, which was much stronger than before.

"Little Master." Hao Qiang was very worried about him. Seeing something was wrong with Chu Hualang, it was easier for him to come over.

Chu Yanqi knew it was not good, so he hurriedly stopped, threw Chu Hualang away and shouted, "Don't come here..."

At this moment, Chu Hualang was not only old but also shrank a lot. He seemed to be a plant that had lost water. He fell dry to the ground, his lips twitched, but he couldn't say a word.

"Little Master, are you okay?" Hao Qiang saw his pale face and hurriedly supported him, saying, "How are you hurt?"

Chu Yanqi just stared at Chu Hualang blankly. He was completely unconscious just now. At this time, he returned to his mind and saw that Chu Hualang was just a full-minded immortal cultivator, but now he has become an old man who is old, in his twilight years, and is about to die of old age.

"Human anger..." Chu Yanqi muttered in his heart, this is human anger. Once it is sucked away by him, any living life will lose its vitality in an instant.

"Young Master Yanqi, are you okay?" Xiao Douzi also came over and asked quickly.

"The master must have been scared by that bastard. Look, I was all stupid." Hao Qiang said, taking out a bottle of water from the storage ring and handing it over and saying, "Little master, take a sip, it's okay, that bastard is going to die."

"I'm fine." Chu Yanqi said hurriedly, and when he was talking, he realized that his voice was a little hoarse. He was indeed fine. Not only was he okay, but he also became a blessing in disguise. His cultivation level suddenly improved a lot. However, when he saw Chu Hualang's miserable situation, he wanted to know, this Xuan Ji's Dragon Riding Art is a secret to immortal cultivation? It's not an evil secret to it?

Chu Fenglang retreated step by step, and his eyes looked at Chu Yanqi were filled with fear. He didn't know what was going on. He only knew that in such a very short moment, he actually dropped two small realms, from the fifth level of the Yuanling Stage to the third level of the Yuanling Stage. He stopped quickly. If he was a little later, he was afraid that he would lie on the ground like a mummy like Chu Hualang, unable to move.

Chu Hualang is still alive, but I’m afraid he won’t live long. He has only a layer of skin left on his body, his hair is already snow-white and it is still falling off...

"Ha-Ha-Ha-" Chu Hualang opened his mouth wide and wanted to call, but his throat only made a "Ha-Ha" sound and could not say anything.

Seeing that Chu Yanqi was fine, Chu Yunjie moved his body first and had already blocked Chu Fenglang. Xiao Douzi's speed was not slow either. He took a step and blocked his retreat. Hao Qiang helped Chu Yanqi sit down on the stone, and then took advantage of the fact that everyone was not carrying it, and at a very fast speed, he snatched the storage ring on Chu Hualang's hand and stuffed it to Chu Yanqi. Then he walked over and stood up with Chu Yunjie.

"What do you want to do?" Chu Fenglang asked in surprise.

"Kill someone to silence!" Chu Yunjie sneered.

"Yun Jie - I am your cousin, how can you help others kill me?" Chu Fenglang said embarrassedly with a hint of embarrassing smile in front of him.

"When Uncle was about to kill me just now, why didn't he expect me to be your nephew?" Chu Yunjie said gritted his teeth. As he spoke, he first started to take action. With a trembling hand, a long sword appeared in his hand and stabbed Chu Fenglang's throat.

Chu Fenglang was about to summon the flying sword, but found that the flying sword was motionless and could not be driven at all. Then he remembered that he had fallen from the fifth level of the Yuanling Stage to the third level of the Yuanling Stage. However, with the same cultivation level as Chu Yunjie, he could only compete with ** and fighting skills.

When Chu Yunjie moved, Hao Qiang roared, and his fist was filled with a strong wind and smashed it towards Chu Fenglang's forehead.

Xiaodouzi also took action. Chu Yanqi discovered that Xiaodouzi actually used a short and exquisite flying hook with a chain, which can be far or near, and can be used to fight in close combat or ranged attacks.

"This thing is good." Hao Qiang seemed to have discovered this usefulness and praised loudly.

Xiao Douzi didn't answer, and was fully focused on Chu Fenglang, but Chu Fenglang was completely unwilling to fight. He was eager to know whether his realm was temporary or permanent? As for Chu Hualang, he couldn't care about it at all.

After such a diligence, not long after, Chu Yunjie's sword was taken from his feet. Then he felt that the iron hammer seemed to be hit on his head, and a rumbling sound, and the eyes turned black. Then, he felt something cold seemed to pierce into his lower abdomen.

The next second, Chu Fenglang's wrist was painful. He watched his left hand cut off by Chu Yunjie's sword and his palm flew up.

Hao Qiang moved quickly enough and jumped up on the spot. Looking at such a thick man, he was as light as a crane. He reached out and grabbed the palm of his hand, and then the storage ring worn on his finger fell into his hand.

Chu Fenglang's body fell to the ground. Chu Yunjie walked over, raised his sword and chopped off his head.

A drop of blood splashed out and fell on Chu Yanqi's face. He couldn't help but reach out and touched it for a moment, and then shivered involuntarily - he came from a civilized society, and even if he wanted to do something like murder, he had to do it in extreme concealment.

He has seen birth, old age, sickness and death, but it is a cycle of heaven and irresistible. He was really shocked to ignore human life like this.

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