When Wang An was still in the Qi Refining Stage, Zhao Li's brothers secretly hired the old monkey monster to hunt Wang An. In the end, he failed to steal the chicken and lost the rice. He was directly killed by Wang An. 23us

While sorting out the old monkey monster's storage bracelet, he found a strange animal skin.

There are some strange routes drawn on it, connected to a mountain range, and next to the mountain range are three ancient demon clans "Tianmo Ridge".

The mysterious soul searching technique is shocking to the recipe for the God-Replenishing Pill. Wang An vaguely feels that these treasures of the old monkey monster are actually related to this map.

While the Tianhuozhou is disrupted, maybe I can take advantage of the situation and sneak into the Demon God Temple. However, as the ten major sects, there are naturally god-transforming cultivators in the Demon God Temple.

In the Yunmeng Swamp Incident, the god-transforming monks in the Demon Temple did not appear, so this time I went to the northwest, Wang An planned to go to the northwest as a body refining monk.

Speaking of which, the news that Wang An appeared at the Tianjian Gate soon reached Huo Yunlong's ears. Huo Yunlong scolded the Jindan monk who was monitoring outside, and then arranged two Jindan monks to chase Wang An again.

Wang An didn't know that he had been targeted by Lihuo Sect and the Demon Spirit Sect at this moment.

Just one hour after he left the Tianjian Gate, a monk with a dark face and eyes were as bright as lightning. He was about forty years, and a mysterious golden elixir monk in a black robe appeared outside the Tianjian Gate.

The man looked sneaky and held a mysterious token in his hand; he saw a strange red light flashing on the token.

This man entered several magic tricks at the token, and the magic light flashed. A red arrow appeared on the token, and the direction pointed to was the northwest where Wang An left.

"Hmph, it's still one step late! This direction is not going back to Baicao Sect, where is he going?" The mysterious Jindan monk glanced at the token in his hand and muttered in confusion.

After saying that, the man's body blurred and shot towards Wang An's departure.

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At night, the stars are dim, and there are waves of ups and downs in the woods from time to time; the wind blows through the treetops, and the sparse sound of the wind circulates in the forest.

A young man wearing zipper clothes and tender face sat cross-legged under a big tree to rest. His skin showed a faint bronze color, dark and strong, and looked full of explosive power.

"Why am I feeling uneasy?"

Wang An suddenly opened his eyes, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

"Xiao Jin, please help me see if I have any accidents recently?" Wang An fiddled with Xiao Jin who was sleeping in his arms.

"Oh, you're worrying about nothing, what's the danger?" Xiao Jin rolled out on the ground impatiently.

After Xiao Jin finished speaking, he saw him lying on the ground, and a mysterious aura suddenly surged from his body. The mysterious patterns on the shell were faintly flowing with golden runes the size of rice grains.

Xiao Jin's body began to be shrouded in a mysterious golden halo, and a terrifying aura that seemed to be like fate, like the way of heaven flashed away.

"I've suffered! Wang An, the news I got is that your journey west was not going very smoothly this time, and I'm afraid there will be a bloody disaster. However, the West, or the Northwest, are very beneficial to you. It seems that it's better to go to the northwest as soon as possible." Xiao Jin's halo was retracted, and he jumped onto Wang An's shoulder, shaking his head and said.

"Okay, let's continue to rush, I always feel uneasy." Wang An looked at Xiao Jin half-believingly, feeling a strong sense of crisis in his heart.

After saying that, his body moved and shot forward.

"Hahaha, where are you going? You can make me work so hard." When Wang An just left for hundreds of meters, a loud laugh came, and then a light of inspiration fell directly in front of him.

The light of spirit dissipated, revealing the haze of faces, his eyes were as lightning as lightning, and he was about forty years old and in a black robe.

"Hiss, Demon Spirit Sect, Golden Pill Cultivator!" Wang An suddenly burst into screams when he saw the other party's clothing.

Although this person only has the first level of Jindan cultivation, it brought Wang An a strong sense of oppression.

Wang An's eyes flashed, and he muttered in his heart how to escape; although his ancestor witch Chaos Art has advanced to the realm of silver body, ordinary early-stage Jindan cultivators are no match for him.

However, every Golden Pill monk is not simple. He has some powerful treasures in his hands. With these treasures, Wang An did not have confidence that his silver realm could withstand it.

"Hahaha, the little guy is still a little knowledgeable. I am ordered to come and capture you. Should you surrender or let me take action?" The Jindan monk found that Wang An only had a mere third level of foundation building and said to Wang An with disdain.

"Hmph, I guess it was Qian Wujin who sent you here. I wanted to surrender, but there was no door!" Wang An's eyes flashed and he looked at the other party with some surprise.

The people from Lihuo Sect have not arrived yet, and they never thought that the people from the Demon Spirit Sect will find themselves first.

However, it was said that at this moment, the Jindan monk from Lihuo Sect had already felt the Tianjian Sect, and had discovered Wang An's clues and rushed to here quickly.

As soon as Wang An finished speaking, the Chaos Art of the Ancestral Witch on his body suddenly ran, and a sacred, wild, noble, and domineering aura suddenly appeared between heaven and earth. The aura on his body gradually rose, approaching the false alchemy monk.

"Hiss, this momentum... No wonder this little rabbit can stand out in the secret realm and defeat the young master." The Jindan monk saw the momentum of Wang An and his face was slightly moved.

"Boom!"

A magnificent blood was filled with around Wang An, and his skin appeared a faint silver color, like steel bars poured, containing the power of explosion.

"Hmph, overestimate one's own abilities!"

The Jindan monk raised his arm and the demonic energy around him rolled. A powerful spiritual power directly enveloped Wang An. Then the demonic energy in the air rolled in a burst, turning into sharp swords and shooting towards Wang An.

"Hahaha, it's a good time!"

After practicing the Hundred Herbs and Thousand Flowers Art, Wang An’s spiritual consciousness is no less weak than that of the Golden Pill Cultivator, and the other party’s spiritual consciousness has no effect on Wang An.

The rich mysterious yellow color on Wang An's body rolled, and the Di Di Pi Art unfolded instantly, and the Di Di Pi Fist turned into a huge fist and met it.

"Boom!"

The demonic energy was intertwined, and a powerful spiritual energy dispersed everywhere, and the trees around him were tilted. Wang An shook his body and still stood there.

"Hehe, but that's it." Wang An raised his arms and dozens of magic appeared in the air.

For a moment, the spells burst into pieces, and the opponent was directly shrouded in a spell.

"All of them are perfect spells!" The opponent's pupils shrank violently, and a magic light suddenly rose up on his body to protect him. Then his body blurred, and he retreated directly.

"It seems that I still underestimate you." The Jindan monk laughed in anger.

The next moment, the golden elixir monk was muttering a word, pinching the magic trick in his hand, and a flying sword rolling with magic light suddenly floated in front of him. As the magic trick in his hand changed, the flying sword instantly turned into a three-foot green edge.

"go!"

The other party shouted lightly, and the flying sword became blurred, with a sword energy surging towards Wang An with a destructive aura.

Wang An's face tightened, his pupils shrank violently, and he saw his move like lightning, and the Earth-Breaking Fist was instantly hit. For a moment, the shadows of the fist were stacked and a heavy and vicissitudes of life spread all around.

The next moment, a small shield appeared directly in front of him. As Wang An's magic technique changed, the shield was inspired by the runes, and the runes flashed, blocking directly in front of Wang An.

"Boom!"

The demonic energy rolled, and the demon sword that was moving forward ran into the overlapping fist shadows and stuttered slightly, and suddenly made a shocking sound. The next moment, the fist shadow dissipated, and the flying sword rune rolled and still shot towards Wang An.

Before the sword arrived, the sword energy was so powerful that a biting chill came to my face.

"Squeak!"

A crisp sound of rupture came, and the shield Wang An sacrificed was dim and divided into two and fell directly to the ground.

The next moment, I felt a sharp pain, followed by a sound of gold and iron mixed together. With a roar, Wang An flew backwards directly.

Wang An was in a state of shape, and his whole body appeared strangely one foot away. Then a flying sword directly hit the place where he fell. The earth shook, dust flew, and a huge mud pit suddenly appeared in the woods.

Wang An looked ashen with a pale face and looked at this scene with fear.

"There is still a difference between the foundation building and the golden elixir!" Wang An looked down at his abdomen, and saw a faint bloodshot appearing on it, and a strange demonic energy was rapidly emerging.

The moment he had just touched the other party, Wang An felt his heart surging and almost vomited blood.

"Haha, you only have this skill, so you should just surrender." The Jindan monk saw Wang An's face turned pale and said to Wang An with a smile.

The next moment, he pointed his finger, and the spiritual sword in the air roared low, the magic pattern rolled, and it turned into many sword shadows, with cold lights emitting from the sky, and shot towards Wang An again.

Wherever the flying sword goes, the air sings, the void vibrates, and a vast wave of turbulent waves actually comes overwhelmingly.

Wang An's eyes flashed, and suddenly a smile flashed in his eyes.

"Hahaha, I know why you chase me, isn't it because of this thing?"

I saw Wang An pointing his finger, and a mysterious medicine cauldron suddenly appeared in the air, with strange patterns on it. As Wang An muttered something, the magic trick in his hand changed, and the Shennong Cauldron suddenly turned into three sizes.

For a moment, a vicissitudes of life were flowing, and the precious light soared into the sky.

"This...is this treasure tripod!" Looking at the Shennong tripod with the precious light soaring into the sky in the air, the golden elixir monk said greedily.

The Shennong Ding swirled around and blocked the fierce flying sword the next moment.

A smile suddenly flashed in Wang An's eyes, his body blurred, and the next moment he appeared directly behind the left rear of the Golden Pill monk.

"die!"

Wang An suddenly shouted loudly, and a huge fist hit the other party directly.

"Hahaha, relying on the physical cultivation level to fight me in close combat, you are wrong!" The Jindan monk was shocked and then said with a smile.

Suddenly, a strong demonic energy rose from him, and a layer of mysterious armor appeared on his body. The armor runes flashed and the light flowed, looking indestructible!

"Boom!"

Wang An's right fist directly hit the armor, and a ray of light flowed without any damage.

"Haha, even an ordinary golden elixir monk can't defeat my demonic armor. Even if you are just a foundation-building monk, you dare to fight me in close combat." The other party smiled and turned slowly, looking at Wang An proudly.

"Oh, is that?"

Suddenly, a spiritual sense that was not as weak as a Jindan monk suddenly enveloped the other party.

Taking advantage of the other party's moment of being stunned, Wang An's left fist shot out, and a colorful light could be seen.
Chapter completed!