Chapter 1552 Roadkill

Chapter 1552 Roadkill

The sudden sound was not loud, but it suddenly spread throughout Kunlun Ruins.

Both the people waiting in the dojo and the disciples on the main peak of Kunlun who surrounded Zhang Wuchen like stars over the moon as he walked out of the cave were instantly stunned.

Including several old monsters, their faces were full of surprise for a moment.

The disciples from each peak looked at each other and started whispering to each other.

"What's going on? Someone seemed to be provoking Senior Brother Zhang just now?"

"Who is so bold? Don't you know what day it is? Senior Brother Zhang will be the future leader of our Kunlun Ruins. This person dares to threaten to let him die. I really don't know how high the sky is!"

"This man must be crazy!"

"..."

There was an uproar among the disciples.

Master Haode and Taoist Dengxuan looked at each other in surprise. Master Haode immediately ordered the disciples: "Go and see, what is going on?"

Several disciples rushed towards the main peak of Kunlun.

Today is the succession ceremony for the head of the family. Zhang Wuchen is the proud one that everyone is looking for. Under such majesty, how could anyone dare to challenge him face to face?

I'm afraid this person is tired of living.

Although several old monsters were surprised by this scene, their expressions remained normal.

On the contrary, they were more curious. Was the person who just passed by the sky the expert from Kunlun Ruins?

At the same time, on the main peak of Kunlun.

Zhang Wuchen, who was dressed in gorgeous brocade clothes and had an aloof demeanor, paused for a moment, lowered his head and looked down, and saw a familiar figure approaching.

"Ye Chunyang?"

Seeing the young man in black clothes, Zhang Wuchen's eyes were partly surprised and partly gloomy.

On the other side, "Senior Brother Wu" Wu Yun was also surprised and whispered: "How can this kid still be alive? Did Lu Yan get rid of the mind-controlling talisman?"

Zhang Wuchen frowned slightly, glanced at him lightly, and said nothing.

Although he didn't know why Ye Chunyang survived the burning of Ziluo Yan, he had no intention of pursuing it at this time.

"Fellow Taoist Ye, I'm afraid there is some misunderstanding between you and me. Today is the succession ceremony. If you, fellow Taoist, want to watch the ceremony, you can go to the dojo together."

The cold light in Zhang Wuchen's eyes flashed away, and he smiled gently at Ye Chunyang.

He has a detached temperament, and his gentle appearance makes people feel like a spring breeze, making many female disciples' beautiful eyes shine with brilliance.

"Misunderstand?"

Ye Chunyang smiled.

He stopped, stood outside the cave hall, looked at Zhang Wuchen indifferently, and said: "There is some misunderstanding, but it is not important anymore. I am here today to see you off to the west."

The chill that had just disappeared appeared again on Zhang Wuchen's face.

"Fellow Taoist Ye, today is a grand event in the sect. Zhang may not care about your nonsense just now, but if fellow Taoist does not know what is good and what is wrong, Zhang will not take action to offend you."

Zhang Wuchen suppressed his smile and said slowly.

"Like an ant!"

Ye Chunyang's eyes were as cold as water.

"Three years ago, you sent people to ambush you at the foot of the mountain. I had no intention of arguing with you. I didn't expect that you would repeatedly challenge my bottom line. Even if Daluo Jinxian is here today, I will kill you!"

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"

When Ye Chunyang spoke, he stepped out slowly. Every time he took a step, the earth seemed to be roaring with bells and drums, rising and falling with his breath.

"Be bold!"

Zhang Wuchen didn't speak, but looked down at Ye Chunyang, while Wu Yun next to him shouted low and stood up coldly.

"Young man doesn't know how to live or die. Master Zhang is the heir to the head of our sect. How can I allow you to provoke me?"

"Since you have come to seek death on your own, there is no need for Uncle Zhang to take action. Wu will send you to hell right now!"

Before he finished speaking, Wu Yun suddenly raised his hand, and with five fingers like hooks, he grabbed it with a bang.

Wu Yun and Zhang Wuchen worshiped under Taoist Deng Xuan together. Although they were not personally taught, their skills were superior to those of ordinary disciples. They could easily defeat Lu Yan of the same level. At this moment, as soon as he took action, the surrounding spiritual energy boiled, and the raging claw wind was directed by Ye Chunyang. In the center, there is a strong tendency to crush his head in one fell swoop.

The disciples next to him looked at Ye Chunyang with sarcastic eyes.

It seems that Ye Chunyang's cultivation level is only at the Daoji level, but he dares to provoke Zhang Wuchen, who is in the spirit level. I wonder where he got the courage?

But then everyone saw an incredible scene.

"roll!"

Ye Chunyang spoke coldly, without looking at Wu Yun, and slapped him across the face.

Suddenly there was a loud roar!

Just as Wu Yun stepped out, before the claw wind could fall, the aura suddenly exploded from his body.

Ye Chunyang's slap landed directly on his face, flying several feet away like a sandbag, and half of his face collapsed.

"You were the one who placed the mind control talisman on Lu Yan and asked him to cast purple smoke on me, right?"

Before Wu Yun could howl in pain, Ye Chunyang's figure suddenly appeared in front of him, and he stepped on his forehead with his eyes as cold as ice.

"How...how do you know?"

Wu Yun struggled hard and made a hoarse sound in his throat.

He looked at Ye Chunyang with horror on his face, and wanted to say something to beg for mercy, but his face suddenly froze.

Ye Chunyang stepped down, and a "click" sound came out. Wu Yun's skull was shattered, and his upper body was trampled into the soil. He was so dead that he could no longer die.

The change in this scene was beyond everyone's expectations.

No one saw clearly what happened. Wu Yun was clearly strong, but he was slapped away by Ye Chunyang.

A moment ago, these disciples were sarcastic, but now they were all silent.

Seeing Wu Yun being killed in a blink of an eye, the smile on Zhang Wuchen's face completely disappeared, and he became so gloomy that he seemed to be dripping with water.

"I only want Zhang Wuchen's life today. If you don't want to die, retreat immediately!"

Ye Chunyang walked towards Zhang Wuchen expressionlessly.

The faces of all the disciples turned pale, looked at Zhang Wuchen, then looked at Ye Chunyang who was full of murderous aura, and retreated.

Among them, Wu Yun was the strongest, but Ye Chunyang killed him with a flick of his hand. Who would not be afraid of such means?

"We are both in the perfect Dao Foundation Realm, but you can defeat Wu Yun with one move. It really makes me look at you with new eyes."

Zhang Wuchen ignored the disciples who were leaving, just calmly watching Ye Chunyang coming, and spoke indifferently.

"However, you are in the Dao Foundation Realm after all, and now I have advanced to the spiritual transformation and cultivated magical powers! Dare to provoke me, and you will have only one end."

"That is... death!"

"Boom!"

"The word death fell", and Zhang Wuchen took a step forward.

The surrounding wind suddenly rose, and the spiritual energy of the entire Kunlun Main Peak seemed to merge with it, making its aura vast and abyssal.

At this moment, he showed his original face.

He tapped his fingers lightly, and a spiritual light flashed out. In the blink of an eye, it turned into a huge one several feet long and rushed straight to Ye Chunyang's chest.

Ye Chunyang stopped, raised his head, and a sneer flashed in his eyes.

Facing this light, he not only did not dodge, but continued to move forward.

Seeing Ye Chunyang's contempt, Zhang Wuchen's eyes flashed with anger, but soon he showed a sneer, and his magic power poured on him. The spiritual light tore through the void and reached Ye Chunyang.

With a muffled "puff", the spiritual light hit Ye Chunyang and pierced through his back.

But Zhang Wuchen's expression froze.

Ye Chunyang was not dead, but was unharmed.

It seemed that the scene just now was just an illusion.

"How is this possible?" Zhang Wuchen was shocked.

With his cultivation, he could easily kill a Daoji Realm cultivator. Just now, he used 50% of his magic power to record this spell. Ye Chunyang could not resist it, but he was completely unharmed at this time?

How could Zhang Wuchen know the strength of Ye Chunyang's physical body in the Spiritualization Stage? Not to mention that he was only in the Minor Success of the Spiritualization Stage, even if a Jindan Realm master attacked with all his strength, Ye Chunyang could resist it with his physical body alone.

In the final analysis, Zhang Wuchen was like an ant in front of a giant dragon in front of Ye Chunyang, so he didn't even have the qualifications to look at him.

"No wonder you dare to come here, it turns out that you really have some strength."

"But this time, you will definitely die!"

Zhang Wuchen raised his hand, without any spells or spells, violent waves appeared in the void, and the spiritual energy in the entire Kunlun Main Peak was like a rainbow, like a lightsaber, rising into the sky, and suddenly shot towards Ye Chunyang.

In an instant, the rocks where Ye Chunyang stood burst and the ground opened up.

The disciples around were terrified and full of awe for Zhang Wuchen.

Now they finally understood why Zhang Wuchen could beat Gu Qian and become the future master of Kunlun Ruins.

With such magical powers, what else could stop him?

The sound of "boom" was endless. Zhang Wuchen's magic power was like the sea and the abyss, and it was like a stream and a waterfall, falling from the sky. Any cultivator below the Spiritual Transformation Realm would be crushed on the spot under such an amazing attack.

Ye Chunyang didn't even raise his head and continued to step forward.

"Looking for death!"

Seeing this, Zhang Wuchen's eyes were even more sarcastic.

But an unexpected scene appeared!

The amazing magic formula that looked like a lightsaber fell on Ye Chunyang, and just like before, there was no injury at all.

And Ye Chunyang's footsteps still did not stop.

"What?"

This time, not only the disciples around were surprised, but Zhang Wuchen was also unbelievable.

With the power of his spell, even if ten Dao Foundation Realm Perfection cultivators were here, they would be killed on the spot. Ye Chunyang actually ignored this attack. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, I'm afraid no one would believe it.

"He can actually resist my spell with his flesh body. Is he a body-refining cultivator?"

Zhang Wuchen narrowed his eyes, and finally a trace of solemnity appeared on his face.

"This tactic of mine can kill any Dao Foundation cultivator. Even if he is a body refinement cultivator, he will never be able to resist, unless there is something strange about him."

"But even so, I can still kill him here!"

Zhang Wuchen thought in his heart, staring at Ye Chunyang with more murderous eyes, and said: "You really surprised me, but do you think this is my strength? Now I will let you see that I, Zhang Wuchen, can get to where I am today by relying on more than just this."

Ye Chunyang paused, looked up at Zhang Wuchen, and shook his head disdainfully, "You talk too much nonsense, I am too lazy to listen to it. If you have anything to say, go to the Hades Palace and say it."

"What did you say?"

Zhang Wuchen was mobilizing his magic power, and suddenly felt a strong spiritual pressure, and his face changed immediately.

The strong spiritual pressure made his body slightly bent, and the magic power in his body became sluggish.

Looking up at Ye Chunyang again, he saw golden light flashing in the latter's eyes, and a huge spiritual wave suddenly covered him.

"Soul Technique!"

Zhang Wuchen's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly saw what Ye Chunyang was using.