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Chapter 321

The cultivators looked at Wei Chitu, who suddenly appeared, and their expressions were startled.

"Who are you?"

At this time, a cultivator of the Yuan Master Realm Sixfold stood up, his face gloomy.

"Lao Tzu Chi Tu."

Hearing this, the cultivator's eyes showed a trace of contempt, and he spoke: "

What Wei Chitu, I haven't heard of it, a Yuan Master Realm Fivefold..."

With a muffled sound, the monk turned into a headless corpse and fell heavily to the ground.

"Lao Tzu is most annoying that someone is crooked in his ear..." Wei

Chi Tu flicked the blood stain on his hand and took a bite of the corpse on the ground with disdain.

When the surrounding cultivators saw this scene, their faces changed in an instant, and they subconsciously retreated.

That was a cultivator of the Yuan Master Realm Sixfold, who was actually punched with a punch?!

Is this burly giant man in front of him really a cultivator of the Yuan Master Realm Fivefold?

For a while, the cultivators were shocked in their hearts.

"Daoyou, what do you mean by this?!"

Out of the crowd came a white-clothed friar of the Yuan Master Realm Sevenfold, looking at Wei Chitu with gloomy eyes.

Although he knew that Wei Chitu was not good, the white-clothed friar did not make a rash move, because Wei Chitu's punch just now really made him a little jealous.

"Don't talk nonsense with Lao Tzu, let's go together."

Wei Chitu's tone was a little impatient.

"Find death!"

The white-clothed friar was instantly enraged by Wei Chi Tu, and the cultivation of the seventh layer of the Yuan Master Realm burst out.

The yellow sand flew, and the sword qi ran rampant.

Countless sword qi phantoms hovered above the white-clothed friars, and the fierce momentum made the surrounding cultivators' faces change.

"Flying Immortal Slash!"

The white-clothed friar shouted angrily, and the phantom of sword qi above his head was like a fairy scattered flower, swarming towards Yu Chi Tu.

"Flying Immortal Slash? Could it be that this person is known as a sword to the west, and the flying immortal Ximen Chui Yu?!

"Can't be wrong, it must be him, Ximen Blowing Feather's kendo really deserves its name!"

"This Ximen Chui Yu is a famous kendo genius, this big guy who doesn't know the height of the sky is dead!"

"I'll definitely ask Ximen Fuyu to show me kendo later!"

The surrounding monks looked at the white friars with a hint of eagerness in their eyes.

Wei Chitu looked at the sword shadow in the sky, his expression calm, and he didn't move.

In the next second, Wei Chitu was flooded by the rain of swords.

"Zheng!"

"Zheng!"

...

The sound of countless gold and iron clashes sounded, and the sword rain seemed to hit the thousand-year-old Xuan Iron.

After a few breaths, the sword qi dissipated, and Wei Chitu was unscathed, without even a sword mark on his body.

"Bells and whistles..."

Wei Chitu snorted softly and patted the clothes on his chest.

"Impossible!"

Ximen Chui Yu looked at Wei Chi Tu in disbelief and exclaimed.

You must know that this move of his own flying immortal slash can even be killed by the cultivators of the Yuan Master Realm Eightfold, what kind of freak is this guy!

The surrounding cultivators also showed shock.

The famous kendo genius Ximen Chuyu couldn't hurt this person in the slightest!

What is the situation?!

"It's worthy of being a guy who can fight Xia Houyan, it's too strong..." The

Heavenly Operator in the distance looked at Wei Chitu and let out an exclamation.

The Qiu'er and the demon boy on the side looked calm and accustomed to it.

"I gave you a chance, now it's time for Lao Tzu!"

Wei Chi Tu snorted coldly, and the corpse qi all over his body gushed out, and his muscles burst out.

"Die for Lao Tzu!"

Wei Chi Tu flew up and slammed a punch towards Ximen Blowing Feather.

The fist wind passes, and the space is distorted.

Seeing this, Ximen Chuyu's face changed greatly, and he hurriedly cast a sword technique.

In the blink of an eye, an airtight sword net appeared in front of him.

"Boom!"

In the next second, the sword net was torn, and Ximen Chuyu spat out blood, flew out upside down, and smashed heavily into the yellow sand.

Seeing this, the surrounding monks were shocked, and hurriedly dug Ximen Chuyu out of the bunker.

"Senior Ximen, are you all right?!"

Many monks asked nervously.

"What are you still stunned for! Let's go together! Kill him together! Ximen

Chuyu's face turned pale, and he roared loudly at the group of cultivators.

Hearing this, everyone reacted, like waking up from a dream, and they all used their Yuan Power to bombard Wei Chitu.

Without the slightest fear, Wei Chitu jumped up in the air and threw himself into the crowd.

In an instant, shouts of killing, screams, explosions... Endlessly.

Yellow sand flies, covering the sky.

"I... Shall we go help him? The

Heavenly Operator looked at the battlefield shrouded in sand and dust in the distance, and his eyes were a little worried.

Although he admitted that Wei Chitu was indeed very strong, these were hundreds of Yuan Master Realm cultivators...

"No need."

The demon boy said lightly.

Hearing this, the Heavenly Operator no longer spoke, but just stared closely at the battle in the distance.

As time passed, in the sand and fog, the shouts of killing gradually subsided until they disappeared.

Immediately afterwards, the sand and dust faded, and a tall figure appeared in the field of vision of several people.

At this time, Wei Chi Tu was covered in blood, his face was hideous, and he was still holding a bloody head in his right hand, as if he was killing a god in hell.

"This... This..." The

Heavenly Operator opened his eyes and looked in horror at the dense, mutilated corpse at Wei Chitu's feet.

Is this still human?

This is the butcher!

Shi Xinhe on the side also had a pale face and a pale face.

"Demon boy, go and arrange the formation, these are all useful to the master."

Xuan'er said softly.

"Yes!"

The demon boy answered the call.

The Heavenly Operator looked at the back of the demon boy, and his brows wrinkled slightly.

Formation?

What formation to arrange?

He now felt that Fang Mo's group of people was becoming more and more mysterious.

However, his doubts did not last long, and when he saw the Blood Yuan Pill slowly condensed in mid-air, he froze.

Refining pills with human blood....

What kind of existence is this!

The heavenly operator was horrified in his heart.

The one who was in the same mood as him was Shi Xinhe.

Ignoring the shocked two of them, Xuan'er slowly stretched out her jade hand and took the Blood Yuan Pill in her hand.

"Let's go."

...

An hour later, in another part of the desert.

"Damn, this desert is weird!"

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the endless desert in front of him, and his face was gloomy.

He found that in this desert, Yuan Li could not withstand the high temperature and could not provide any help to himself.

In other words, they will be like mortals walking in the desert....

At this time, behind him, several Miaoling women were already sitting on the yellow sand with some weakness, gulping the water in the kettle.

Seeing this, Ye Zhiqiu's face became more and more gloomy.

There is not much water left, and God knows how long it will take to get to the center of that so-called desert.

Moreover, I even felt a little uncomfortable.

Ye Zhiqiu wiped the sweat droplets on his forehead without saying a word.

...

At the same time, everyone in the secret realm noticed this, and in order to survive, they had to compete with each other for water resources in each other's hands.

For a time, the desert was full of fighting, fighting, plundering....

However, those who have water, after all, are a minority, because no one will store water in the storage ring for no reason.

If there is no water, it can only be used to save life by using various spirit fruits.