Chapter 1100, More Powerful Spells

"En!" After hearing the young woman's suggestion, the old man nodded, agreed, and then chased after Zhou Yan.

Zhou Yan had already flown far away at this time, but he still felt a powerful aura following him.

Zhou Yan felt irritated for a while, even if his speed had been raised to the limit, he still couldn't get rid of this aura. Could it be that this old man is a monk in the realm of a god king?

"No, monks in the realm of god kings don't know how to use such powerful spells at all, let alone fly in mid-air like you. This old man should be a master in the realm of refining gods. However, his strength Although it is very powerful, it is not an easy task to win me." Zhou Yan said to himself.

Zhou Yan did not choose to escape, but continued to fly forward.

Although Chen Desheng failed to catch up with Zhou Yan, he was flying around Zhou Yan all the time, and even sneaked up on Zhou Yan from time to time.

Zhou Yan also ignored Chen Desheng and let him make trouble.

In this way, the day and night passed quickly.

Just when Zhou Yan was about to reach his destination, a powerful sword energy suddenly came towards him. Zhou Yan had already noticed it, so he stopped flying immediately.

Immediately, Zhou Yan raised his right hand and grabbed the void in front of him.

"Whoosh!"

Jian Qi was caught by him, and then Zhou Yan shook his hand.

I saw that the sword energy directly attacked Chen Desheng.

Chen Desheng didn't expect his sword energy to be caught by Zhou Yan, so he quickly waved his long sword to block Zhou Yan's attack.

However, the moment he blocked the attack, Zhou Yan grabbed him again, and this time, Zhou Yan grabbed him back.

When Chen Desheng saw this, he wanted to struggle, but unfortunately, at this moment, he couldn't resist at all, so he was arrested by Zhou Yan.

After Zhou Yan grabbed Chen Desheng, he threw him into the cave without any nonsense.

As soon as Chen Desheng entered the cave, there was a loud noise in the cave, and Chen Desheng was directly buried by the mountain.

Chen Desheng was trapped, and Zhou Yan breathed a sigh of relief. After all, he didn't like killing. If Chen Desheng wasn't a disciple of Tianxing Palace, he wouldn't bother to talk to him.

Afterwards, Zhou Yan continued to fly forward again, but just when he flew halfway, he suddenly found a group of young men and women in purple robes appeared in front of him.

After seeing them, Zhou Yan frowned slightly.

These people all have cultivations in the realm of god kings, and judging by their attire and cultivation aura, they are definitely not ordinary disciples.

Seeing Zhou Yan flying over from a distance, these people all stared at him with vigilant eyes.

One of them took the lead in yelling: "Who are you, why did you appear here with us?"

Hearing what this person said, Zhou Yan didn't answer his question, but directly put him in the storage ring.

Seeing Zhou Yan's rudeness, everyone was angry, and two of them directly sacrificed their weapons to deal with Zhou Yan.

However, just as they were about to make a move, Zhou Yan slapped out again, and the two of them flew upside down.

Seeing Zhou Yan's actions, the others were shocked from the bottom of their hearts, and at the same time, a thought of fear spread from the bottom of their hearts.

They knew that Zhou Yan was a very powerful monk, but they didn't expect that his fighting power would be so terrifying that they would vomit blood and get hurt with just one palm.

Zhou Yan ignored these people and continued to fly forward.

These monsters seem to be in awe of the magma lion.

The magma lions stood on top of their heads, looking down at Zhou Yan.

"It seems that these monsters regard me as their king, and they also think that I am the overlord of this field, so they want to attach themselves to me."

"However, I don't need these trash, no matter who sent them, since they dare to attack me, I must make them pay the price."

Zhou Yan's thoughts moved, wisps of real energy fluctuated, instantly spreading out from his body, turning into a cloud of black mist in front of these monsters.

"Roar……"

These monsters, obviously sensed the danger, let out an angry roar, and their green eyes were full of vigilance.

Although these monsters have spiritual intelligence, they have not produced too high intelligence, they only have the most basic instinct.

"Whoosh..."

At this moment, Zhou Yan suddenly stretched out his right hand and held it in the air. A pitch-black long sword appeared out of nowhere and fell into his hand.

With a wave of Zhou Yan's right hand, a flash of sword light passed by.

"Puchi!"

This sword slashed across the neck of the magma lion lightly, and cut off its head directly.

"call……"

Zhou Yan heaved a sigh of relief after finishing off a magma lion. The skin of the magma lion was hot and scorching like magma. Zhou Yan reckoned that even if he was burned by these flames, it would definitely be very painful.

The defensive abilities of these monsters are stronger than those of the armored dragon bulls, and Zhou Yan's fighting style has become more and more fierce.

However, the appearance of this magma lion also made the other monsters in this valley more cautious. They all avoided Zhou Yan's attack and did not dare to approach Zhou Yan any longer. This made Zhou Yan The desire to practice hands has failed.

"Forget it, don't practice."

Zhou Yan shook his head. Although these monsters are weak, they are superior in their durability. If they spend a lot of real energy to wear down these monsters, Zhou Yan may really be unable to hold on.

After all, Zhou Yan's current cultivation is only at the third level of body tempering. Even if he devours a monster, it will not be able to improve his cultivation, but will consume too much of his true energy.

"Shua!"

At this moment, a black shadow passed by and rushed towards Zhou Yan.

"Boom!"

Seeing this black shadow from the corner of Zhou Yan's eyes, he immediately made a wrong step, and quickly moved to the left, narrowly avoiding the attack of this black shadow, and then swept the long sword in his hand, a sharp strike The sword light went straight to the shadow and slashed at it.

"Boom!"

With a flash of sword light, a huge impact rushed out, and at this moment, Zhou Yan's pupils shrank: "No, this is actually a dragon..."

Zhou Yan's heartbeat suddenly accelerated a bit.

This flood dragon was seven or eight meters long, covered with black scales, and its tail was like a steel whip. When it was swung, it was like a lump of iron. If it hit it, it would definitely hurt.