Chapter 569: Should I call you Luo Hai, or Demon Lord Qingyang?

With Luo Chen's discernment, he naturally noticed the peculiarity of Qian Ting's copper basin magic treasure at the very first moment.

No matter how he targeted those two flying knives, even using the chains derived from the Hunyuan Cauldron to interfere and capture them, the two knives could always fly back to Qian Ting's side, as if they had taken root on him.

Looking at it now, these two knives were not particularly strange; the formidable one was that copper basin!

Like a swallow returning to its nest, like a fish returning to the basin.

Seeing Luo Chen's gaze fall upon his own natal magic treasure, and even carrying a trace of greed, a look of anger appeared on Qian Ting's face.

"Xiang family brothers, don't hold back anymore, the longer the night, the more dreams!"

Since the trump card had been revealed, it was impossible to just let it go.

In an instant, the two flying knives circling Qian Ting's side flew toward Luo Chen, one from the left and one from the right.

Luo Chen wanted to dodge, but he discovered at this moment that his massive size had instead become a living target.

Even using the Sky-Exploding Steps to shift and move, tiny wounds still appeared on his body from time to time.

Moreover, the threat did not stop there!

A flail broke through the air and came.

Luo Chen raised his cauldron to block horizontally.

But the next moment, another flail slashed through the air from behind.

Hearing only a dull "Bang," Luo Chen was struck heavily, staggering several steps in the air, spitting out blood.

The Xiang family brothers each held a flail, standing on the left and right, and together with Qian Ting, they formed a tripod stance, wrapping Luo Chen tightly in the middle.

"This body-refining technique of the loose cultivator is truly quite strange; I see no Qi-armor, yet the body is this formidable."

"To take a slash from my flail and not be cut in half, impressive!"

Although they praised him, their hand movements did not pause in the slightest.

The two huge flails crisscrossed in the air.

Most of Luo Chen's attention, however, was placed on those two flying knives.

Qian Ting was quite insidious, knowing that the wounds caused by the flying knives to his massive body were too small, so he changed his tactics, specifically picking his weak points to attack.

Eyes, ribs, crotch...

It was only because Luo Chen had previously consumed a large amount of Black Emperor Paste, tempering this body to the extreme, comparable to a top-tier third-rank puppet, extremely hard, that no fatal weak points appeared.

Otherwise, under such attacks, he would have long since lost his combat effectiveness.

However, if he were not careful in his defense, they would still cause him huge injuries.

The situation here overturned in just a moment.

At the beginning, Luo Chen seized the opportunity that the opponent did not understand him, unleashed the Sky Peng True Body transformation, and with terrifying explosive power, instantly killed one person.

But after the brief explosion, his advantage instead became a disadvantage.

Qian Ting and the Xiang family brothers were definitely not flowers in a greenhouse; they were also clever and agile people, especially since each of their strengths was that of a Great Cultivator or even comparable to one.

Luo Chen's Sky Peng True Body transformation was only at the late third-rank of the Desolate Ancient era, equivalent to a Great Cultivator.

Fighting two Great Cultivators with one person was indeed a bit strenuous.

"If I had a defensive magic treasure to protect my body, I wouldn't be in such a sorry state."

As another wound was added to his body, Luo Chen thought angrily.

Seeing that he had succeeded repeatedly, a smug smile could not help but appear on Qian Ting's face.

"Luo Hai, are you wondering why this formation isn't helping you anymore?"

"Haha, actually Jin Zhan didn't die; he deliberately entered the sea to find the person presiding over the formation. I'm afraid the other party is already dead under Jin Zhan's sword by now."

"And this formation, which was originally meant to trap us, has now become a cage trapping you."

"Obediently surrender!"

Facing his wanton laughter, Luo Chen's mouth curled into a ferocious sneer.

"Is that so?"

"Then why don't you take a look below!"

Qian Ting's figure remained unchanged, his spiritual sense swept downward, and his face changed drastically.

Only to see a corpse floating up and down on the sea surface.

It was none other than Jin Zhan, who had previously faked his death and entered the sea, trying to find the person controlling the formation!

This person actually wanted to find trouble with the formation controller Han Zhan; he was truly courting death!

And at the same moment.

The Sea-Sealing Eight Trigrams Formation changed again.

Raging waves surged up from the sea, rushing straight into the clouds.

Wisps of black souls walked out from the eight pillars of light, pouncing toward the three of them.

Han Zhan's voice arrived at the right time.

"Delayed a bit of time, sorry."

Luo Chen did not answer, his huge body, already blessed by his wings, flew toward Qian Ting.

Qian Ting, who was being attacked by the giant wave ghost king simultaneously, noticed this scene, and a look of ruthlessness appeared on his face.

He struck the copper basin!

With a "Dong" sound, a terrifying sound wave was emitted.

The giant waves and ghost kings were all frozen in place.

And those two flying knives suddenly merged into one, turning into a black and white beam of light flying toward the frozen Luo Chen.

Just as it was about to pierce into Luo Chen's brow.

Suddenly, Luo Chen moved.

His giant hand gripped, directly grabbing the black and white beam of light tightly in his hand, while the Hunyuan Cauldron had already smashed down like a mountain!

Qian Ting's face changed drastically, "How is it possible, he actually wasn't affected by my soul attack?"

He did not know that under Luo Chen's years of nourishment, the Rotten Wood Black Chess had already been protecting his soul at all times.

How could such a soul attack derived from sound waves affect Luo Chen?

That scene just now was merely Luo Chen's disguise.

The purpose was to cut off the threat of the two flying knives and make room for his subsequent operations.

The huge gray cauldron smashed down, leaving Qian Ting with nowhere to hide.

The current situation gave him no more time to think.

Subconsciously, he sacrificed the copper basin, wanting to block the Hunyuan Cauldron.

In his view, this cauldron was merely savage and reckless, moving straight back and forth, smashing about.

Just take it!

But this time, the Hunyuan Cauldron's attack was no longer a straight hard smash.

When it landed on his head, it suddenly floated and remained motionless.

In the distance, Luo Chen, one hand gripping the twin knives tightly, blood flowing profusely without relaxing, while the other hand kept pinching seals with a single hand.

Under his control, beams of light hung down from the Hunyuan Cauldron, like a beaded curtain.

These beams of light enveloped Qian Ting, and an extreme scorching high temperature suddenly bloomed.

The air seemed to be distorted.

On Qian Ting's face, sweat was pouring down, and his flesh seemed to be melting.

"Refine him for me!"

Luo Chen felt ruthless in his heart, his face grim, the remaining magic power surged out crazily, actually wanting to use the Hunyuan Cauldron to refine Qian Ting alive.

Wisps of Withered-Prosperous True Fire flew out from his body, using the Hunyuan Cauldron to sweep over Qian Ting, further intensifying the intent of refining.

Just as they were in a stalemate.

On another battlefield.

The two Xiang brothers were terrified to the extreme.

Can't kill them all!

No matter what, they couldn't kill them all!

Those ghost generals, those ghost kings, stepped on the waves and came, endless, continuous, and never-ending.

Even though the two flails flying in the sky tried their best, they were only wasting magic power in vain.

"Big brother, it won't work! If this continues, we will be exhausted to death."

"The person presiding over this formation has strength even above ours; if they are this powerful without even revealing their true body, I'm afraid we are in for more misfortune than good."

One question and one answer, between the brothers, it seemed they had a tacit understanding.

After looking at each other, the two did not hesitate to control their flails to collide with each other.

A huge half-moon slash suddenly flew out, striking the light screen beside them.

Chi...

A thin gap appeared!

The formation barrier that the six of them couldn't break through even when they attacked individually, actually had a gap opened by the two brothers joining forces; it was simply unbelievable.

But if someone looked closely, they would find that the two sharp, peerless flails had already dimmed in spiritual light.

This was clearly an attack unleashed at the cost of destroying their two natal magic treasures.

At this moment, the Xiang brothers couldn't care about feeling sorry for their own magic treasures.

Xiang Da did not hesitate, leaped out, and looked back.

"Little brother, come out quickly!"

Xiang Er was a step late and was about to fly out.

However, just as he leaped, the flood dragon reappeared in the sea.

Its blood basin mouth opened, and a terrifying suction force dragged him down into the depths.

Seeing this, Xiang Da was torn apart with rage, his eyes bloodshot.

"Little brother!"

He controlled his magic treasure and struck at the light screen, wanting to rush back in.

But the light screen remained motionless.

Suddenly.

Xiang Da's face changed, his protective magic robe rustling.

A hurricane shrouded down from the sky.

With just one strike, the magic robe on his body shattered into strips of cloth, and blood threads covered his entire body.

Xiang Da looked up and saw a female cultivator in the sky, holding a huge banana fan, shaking it with difficulty.

And just as he looked up, the female cultivator was about to shake out a second fan.

"Little brother, I will definitely avenge you in the future!"

Xiang Da roared miserably, actually throwing the half-broken flail magic treasure toward the female cultivator.

Just halfway there, the flail magic treasure went "Bang" and self-destructed!

The powerful self-destruction energy surged in all directions.

The nearby light screen was shaken, rippling with dots.

Seeing Tianxuan was affected, her face changed, and she could no longer swing the second fan.

Her wings trembled, escaping the range of the magic treasure's self-destruction.

When the sky cleared, the eldest of the Xiang brothers had already disappeared.

Seeing Tianxuan opened her mouth, a look of self-reproach appearing on her face.

A strike that had been prepared for a long time actually failed to kill the opponent.

Although it was related to the fact that the magic robe the person was wearing was a magic treasure level, she had failed after all.

If it were before, she would have chased and killed them for thousands of miles.

But with Luo Chen's order, she could only guard this place.

"Someone is running out, which means the battle inside is favorable to the master!"

"Also, with Senior Han and the Black King helping, these enemies definitely can't do anything to the master."

Seeing Tianxuan felt a little relieved in her heart.

However, things in the world never go as one wishes.

The next moment, Seeing Tianxuan's face changed drastically, and she looked up suddenly.

In the sky.

I don't know when, a towering mountain appeared.

On it, strange rocks were jagged, and trees were lush.

The towering mountain seemed slow but fast, pressing down layer by layer.

The target, the Sea-Sealing Eight Trigrams Formation!

"How dare you!"

Seeing Tianxuan roared, took the Nine Wind Banana Fan, and swung it out.

However, the fan that could cause damage to the Xiang family eldest, who was at the sixth level of Core Formation, felt like a breeze when it met the towering mountain.

The mountain remained motionless.

Its momentum was as before!

Soon, the mountain pressed down above the formation.

The indestructible formation, now suffering from external impact, actually made a creaking sound of being unable to bear the weight.

On the mountain, an old man with a clear and firm appearance glanced at Seeing Tianxuan, then stopped paying attention, focusing all his mind on the formation below him.

"This formation is unique, but it is strong inside and weak outside."

"It can't stop me!"

While muttering to himself, he stamped one foot and urged the giant mountain again.

The next moment.

The Sea-Sealing Eight Trigrams Formation, which shrouded the sea area of dozens of miles, shook violently.

Eight pitch-black pillars of light erupted with light, surging upward together, actually shaking the giant mountain back.

"Just a flash in the pan!"

The clear-looking old man chuckled and stepped on the top of the giant mountain.

The terrifying power, like a meteorite falling from the sky, smashed onto the light screen again.

This time, the light screen trembled violently.

Deep in the ocean, the seabed kept shaking, mud and sand overturned, and spiritual energy leaked out.

Two explosive sounds rang out one after another.

The former sound was louder, which was the echo caused by the destruction of the spiritual vein under this fishing ground.

The latter was the Sea-Sealing Eight Trigrams Formation being completely blasted open by external force.

Just after the formation was broken.

The situation on the battlefield inside the formation also appeared in the eyes of the clear-looking old man.

With just one glance, his pupils shrank.

That Qian family patriarch Qian Ting, who he also felt was quite tricky, had no flesh left, only a head remained, his eyes looking at the sky with unwillingness.

And his head was being held in the hand of a young red-faced man.

Not only that, in the surging waves of the sea, a huge flood dragon body was looming, and the huge demonic energy was displayed unscrupulously.

"You are Luo Hai?"

The clear-looking old man asked this question, but did not wait for Luo Chen to answer, instead pointing at the giant mountain beneath him.

"Go!"

The giant mountain moved again, Mount Tai pressing down on the top!

Luo Chen smiled grimly and threw Qian Ting's head into the sea.

His wings trembled, and his whole body flew toward the giant mountain like an arrow from a bow.

Its momentum was like fire, and his body was indeed filled with terrifying green flames.

One person and one mountain, getting closer and closer.

When they faced each other, Luo Chen pushed out with both hands, facing the giant mountain magic treasure head-on.

"Get up for me!"

Divine power urged, the giant force comparable to an ancient desolate beast exploded completely.

After a brief stalemate, Luo Chen's veins burst, blood color filled the air, and he actually forcibly flipped the giant mountain over.

The clear-looking old man's brow jumped, looking at this scene in horror.

He reached out and summoned, and the towering giant mountain turned into a small seal, falling into his hand.

Looking at the young man who had shrunk in size, standing on the gray cauldron, panting, he spoke again: "You are Luo Hai!"

The same words, two different tones, represented his affirmation of Luo Chen.

Luo Chen was naked, without a thread, looked up, his eyes demonic.

"Mountain Master of Liang Baizao Mountain, right?"

"You also want to keep me?"

The Mountain Master of Liang Baizao Mountain was about to speak, but after meeting Luo Chen's gaze, he had a moment of trance.

In the trance, he seemed to see how he inherited the ancestral business, how he went to sea to find treasure, obtained a fairy mountain, refined it into a magic treasure, and nourished it day by day to the top-grade level.

"Wrong!"

Just for a moment, he woke up.

When his mind was clear, he only felt a fishy wind blowing in his face!

In the sky, the gull swooped down.

Underground, the flood dragon went out to sea.

One gull and one flood dragon, fearless of death, launched an impact.

The Mountain Master of Liang Baizao Mountain was not afraid in the face of danger, drew a circle with both hands, and pushed outward.

A layer of earthy yellow light screen slowly spread out.

But at this moment, he only heard one sound in his ears.

"Mirror Flower, Water Moon, open again!"

That strange feeling of trance from before struck again.

Even if this time, he did not look directly into the other party's eyes, he still fell into confusion.

"It's an illusion, and also a soul attack technique!"

Feeling angry in his heart, this time he woke up faster.

But no matter how fast, when experts fight, life and death are just in an instant.

The flood dragon and gull had already reached his face.

In a hurry, the defensive move could not be unfolded calmly, he could only use his natal magic treasure to block it a little.

The small mountain in his hand unfolded, covering him.

Two great third-rank demon kings joined forces, using the purest physical combat power, and crashed into the mountain.

With just one hit, the small mountain was knocked flying backward.

Its speed was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, it turned into a meteor and disappeared.

Seeing that he had temporarily solved this enemy, Luo Chen, standing on the Hunyuan Cauldron, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing Tianxuan flew in front of him, looking at Luo Chen with worry.

Only to see that on the other party's body, there were wounds of all sizes, some of which were deep enough to see the bone, and even the internal organs were vaguely revealed.

Not only that, his right hand was even more white-boned, as if it had been scraped by a small knife.

Finally!

When Seeing Tianxuan looked at Luo Chen's face, she saw two lines of blood and tears flowing down from his tightly closed eyes.

"Master, you..."

Luo Chen raised his hand with difficulty, interrupting her nonsense.

Sure enough, an illusion technique like Mirror Flower, Water Moon, when facing a Great Cultivator whose realm was four small levels higher than his, although it had an effect, the backlash was too great.

At this moment, his soul was turbulent, and his mind was extremely chaotic.

Fortunately, he finally solved this batch of pursuers.

The Black King swam in the sea for a while, bringing back all the spoils.

A black light flew to Luo Chen's side, which was the Ten Thousand Soul Banner.

Luo Chen took out a white robe from his storage bag, put it on, put away the Hunyuan Cauldron, and carried the Ten Thousand Soul Banner on his back.

This place should not be stayed in for long, it's time to go.

However, some things, after all, go against one's wishes.

A light laugh drifted over.

"Fellow Daoist, are you really the rogue cultivator Luo Hai, or Demon Lord Qingyang?"

Luo Chen's face changed, and he looked at a small boat not far away with a withered aura.

To what extent was he weak that he didn't even notice someone coming?

But that's not right!

Why didn't Han Zhan remind him?

Seeing Tianxuan and the Black King had already blocked in front of Luo Chen, looking at the evil man standing on the small boat as if facing a great enemy.

A red dress, like blood and plum blossoms.

It was He Yuan!

Luo Chen said astringently: "Retreat!"

The two demons looked at each other and retreated behind Luo Chen, letting Luo Chen face the person directly.

"He Yuan, you and I are not familiar, how did you discover my identity?"

He Yuan stepped on the lonely boat and smiled: "Don't worry about that."

"Actually, Qingyang, you should thank me. If it weren't for me, you would still have to face countless enemies who want to profit from the fisherman's gain."

"If you don't believe me, you can release your spiritual sense and sense it?"

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 570 =====