Covering the sky: I have the body of the sky, and I have inherited the ten evil methods

Chapter 80 The domineering body collapses!

The man in black robe had already torn open a crack and was about to completely break free from the shackles of the ancient book, but he did not expect that the combined attack of Xiao Chen and the Saint Maiden of Yao Chi would come so quickly and so fiercely.

His face changed drastically and he felt an unprecedented sense of crisis.

He quickly mobilized all the spiritual power in his body and condensed it into a thick defensive barrier in front of him.

However, in the face of the combined attack of Xiao Chen and the Saintess of Yao Chi, this defensive barrier was as weak as paper and could withstand no attack.

With a crisp "crack", the defensive barrier shattered instantly, and Xiao Chen's fist slammed heavily on the black-robed man's chest.

"Puff!" The man in black robe screamed, spurted out a mouthful of blood, flew backwards, and fell heavily to the ground.

He struggled to stand up, but found that all the bones in his body seemed to be broken and he could not move at all.

His eyes were filled with fear and despair. He stared at Xiao Chen intently and shouted hoarsely, "You...you..."

At the same time, Big Black Dog and Jiang Huairen also rushed into the crowd of people in black and started a fierce battle with them.

Although the big black dog is not very strong, he is proficient in various formations.

It constantly set up various traps around the men in black, making it difficult for them to defend themselves.

Jiang Huairen, with his fearless courage, brandished his sword and fought bloody battles with the men in black.

He was already injured in many places, but he had no intention of retreating. Instead, he became more and more courageous.

The white-bearded old man stood aside, observing the situation silently.

He did not directly participate in the battle, but whenever Xiao Chen and others were in danger, he would help them in time to resolve the crisis.

His figure was erratic, like a ghost, wandering around the man in black.

From time to time, he would flick out a finger, and invisible energy would shoot towards the men in black, causing them unbearable pain.

With his help, Xiao Chen and others gradually gained the upper hand.

The black-clothed men had already been weakened by the suppression of the ancient book's power, and now they were under fierce attack from Xiao Chen and the others, and were immediately defeated.

"what!"

"Help!"

Screams rang out one after another, and men in black fell in a pool of blood.

The man in black robe lay on the ground, watching his men being killed one by one, his heart filled with despair.

He knew that he had completely failed this time.

"Why...why is this happening?" he growled hoarsely.

At this moment, the white-bearded old man slowly walked up to the black-robed man, looked down at him, and said lightly: "Your conspiracy has been completely exposed."

The black-robed man suddenly raised his head and stared at the white-bearded old man. He gritted his teeth and said, "You... who are you?"

The white-bearded old man smiled slightly and did not answer his question, but continued: "You have a more powerful evil organization behind you, right?

You are stealing the ancient books this time for this organization's evil plan, right?"

The black-robed man's face changed drastically. His lips trembled and he wanted to say something, but found that he could not make any sound.

The white-bearded old man sighed, shook his head, and said, "It seems that I guessed right. Your plan is very thorough, but unfortunately, you encountered us."

After saying this, the white-bearded old man no longer paid attention to the man in black robe and turned to walk towards Xiao Chen and others.

At this point, the battle was nearing its end.

Seeing that the situation was hopeless, the remaining men in black dropped their weapons and knelt down to beg for mercy.

Xiao Chen ignored them and walked up to the man in black robe and looked at him coldly.

"Tell me, who are you? What is your purpose in stealing ancient books?" Xiao Chen asked in a deep voice.

The man in black robe knew that he had no way to retreat, so he simply closed his eyes and said nothing.

Seeing this, Xiao Chen stretched out a hand and pressed it on the black-robed man's head, circulating the spiritual power in his body, trying to forcibly search his memory.

However, at this moment, the black-robed man's body suddenly trembled violently, and then with a "bang", his body exploded and turned into a ball of blood mist.

Xiao Chen's face changed and he quickly took a few steps back to avoid the blood mist.

"Be careful, there are restrictions in his body!" the white-bearded old man warned.

Yao Chi Saintess walked up to Xiao Chen and said softly, "We got something we shouldn't have."

Xiao Chen looked at the Saint of Yao Chi with complicated eyes, not knowing what to say.

The big black dog came over and said slyly, "Boy, what should we do next?"

Xiao Chen said with a determined look, "Take the ancient book with you and keep moving forward! I want to explore more secrets about treasures and ancient books."

Jiang Huairen took a step forward, gripped the sword tightly in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "I'll go with you!"

The Saintess of Yao Chi also nodded in agreement.

The setting sun was as red as blood, dyeing the earth red. Xiao Chen and his group embarked on a new journey.

The wind and sand blew up the dead leaves, making a rustling sound, as if whispering ancient secrets.

The big black dog twitched its nose and smelled an unusual fishy smell in the air, a dangerous smell that made the dog's hair stand on end.

It pawed the ground restlessly, whimpering softly.

"This place is very weird..." It muttered and licked its dry lips.

The Saint Maiden of Yao Chi gently stroked the ancient book with her jade hand, and felt a cool touch on her fingertips. She frowned slightly and felt a powerful fluctuation of spiritual power, like a turbulent undercurrent, surging beneath the calm sea.

Jiang Huairen gripped the long sword tightly in his hand. The grooves on the hilt made his palm slightly numb. He looked around vigilantly, his eyes as sharp as an eagle.

Xiao Chenshen looked at the rolling mountains ahead, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

Suddenly, the white-bearded old man stopped and slammed the crutch in his hand heavily on the ground, making a dull "dong" sound, which made the ground tremble slightly.

"Wait," he said in a low voice, as if squeezed out from the depths of his throat, "the breath ahead..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Chen suddenly looked up, his pupils suddenly contracting, as if he had seen something terrifying. He grabbed the arm of the Yao Chi Saint and said hurriedly, "Be careful!"

That breath, like an invisible hand, strangled everyone's throat.

Depressed and suffocated, it was like falling into a bottomless quagmire, and every breath of air became extremely difficult.

The originally cold eyes of the Saint of Yao Chi were now filled with a layer of solemnity. She tightly grasped the ancient book in her hand, and her knuckles turned white.

The cold touch from the fingertips is like holding a piece of thousand-year-old ice, penetrating deep into the heart.

The big black dog whimpered even louder. It pawed the ground restlessly, its tail tucked tightly between its legs, and let out a low growl from its throat, like a wounded beast.

"Damn, this smell is so damn strong!" The big black dog bared its teeth, its hair standing on end, obviously feeling a great threat.

Jiang Huairen gripped the sword tightly, the sweat on his palms almost soaking the hilt.

He knew that this was definitely not an ordinary enemy.

Xiao Chen's gaze, like two sharp swords, pierced straight ahead. Between the rolling mountains, a black aura slowly rose, like a demon crawling out of hell, carrying with it a chilling evil.

The white-bearded old man was leaning on a cane, and his originally calm eyes were now full of vigilance.

The wrinkles on his weather-beaten face seemed deeper, as if each one was engraved with the marks of time.

"Here it comes..." The old man's voice was very soft, but it exploded in everyone's ears like thunder.

Following the old man's gaze, Xiao Chen saw a group of people appear in the shadow of the mountains.

They were dressed in black robes and had hideous masks on their faces. They looked like messengers from hell, emitting a disgusting smell of decay.

The leader was a hunchbacked old man who was leaning on a black cane. On the top of the cane was a blood-red skull, which flashed an eerie light in the sunlight.

His eyes were as cold as a venomous snake, as if they could penetrate the human soul.

"These lingering things!" The big black dog cursed in a low voice, obviously familiar with this group of people.

Xiao Chen suppressed the uneasiness in his heart.

He knew that a fierce battle was inevitable.

"Hand over the ancient books and I will spare your lives!" The old man's voice was as piercing as ice, with an unquestionable majesty.

A trace of disgust flashed in Yao Chi Saint Maiden's eyes, and she said coldly: "Evil demons and heretics must be killed by everyone!"

"Hmph, you don't know how to live or die!" The old man sneered and slammed his crutch on the ground. A powerful aura burst out instantly, sweeping in all directions like a hurricane.

A gleam of light flashed in Xiao Chen's eyes. He took a step forward, standing in front of everyone. A powerful fighting spirit burst out from him, erupting like a volcano.

"If you want ancient books, come and get them with your ability!" Xiao Chen's voice exploded like thunder, shaking the valley slightly.

Before he finished speaking, Xiao Chen moved.

He flashed and appeared in front of the old man like a ghost, punching out with a terrifying force that could split mountains and crack rocks.

This punch condensed all of Xiao Chen's insights from the past period of time.

In the process of fighting against the mysterious space, he gained a deeper understanding of his own power.

He exerted the spiritual power in his body to the extreme, and his fist flashed with dazzling light, like a burning sun.

"Looking for death!" the old man sneered.

However, when Xiao Chen's fist collided with the crutch, the old man's expression changed instantly.

A terrifying force surged like a tsunami and swallowed him up in an instant.

He just felt that his arm was hit by a huge hammer and the bones were about to break.

"How is this possible!" the old man exclaimed and retreated violently, trying to create some distance.

However, Xiao Chen did not give him a chance.

He flashed his body and rushed forward again, punching like rain, each punch carried terrifying power, beating the old man back step by step, in a miserable state.

This is exactly the new magic skill that Xiao Chen has comprehended - the Sky-Breaking Fist!

With one punch, the sky and the earth collapsed!
The old man never expected that Xiao Chen would be so powerful.

He originally thought that with his years of cultivation, he would be able to easily crush Xiao Chen and others.

But now it seems that he was wrong, extremely wrong.

"Let's go together and kill him!" The old man roared, and the other men in black robes rushed towards Xiao Chen.

Seeing this, the big black dog quickly began to set up a magic circle.

Its hands flew, and talismans flew out like butterflies, forming a complex pattern in the air.

"Everyone, stand still!" The big black dog roared, and the magic circle was activated instantly. A golden light shield enveloped everyone.

Those men in black robes crashed into the light shield as if they had hit an invisible wall and were bounced back one after another.

Jiang Huairen also joined the battle, waving his sword.

He led the charge, extremely brave, and with one sword strike, he chopped down the black-robed men one by one, knocking them to the ground.

The Holy Maiden of Yao Chi was not idle either. She flipped the ancient book in her hand, and rays of spiritual light shot out from the ancient book and hit the men in black robes.

For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the flashing of swords and the shouting of killing.

Xiao Chen became braver and braver as the battle went on. The spiritual power in his body surged like the Yangtze River.

He used the Collapsing Heaven Fist to its full potential, and each punch carried the power to destroy the heavens and the earth.

Those men in black robes were no match for Xiao Chen at all. They were beaten by him and flew backwards, vomiting blood and screaming in agony.

Just as the battle entered a white-hot stage, the ancient book in the hands of the Saint of Yao Chi changed again.

A dazzling light shot out from the ancient book, illuminating the entire valley.

A tremendous amount of energy erupted like a volcano, sweeping in all directions.

"Oh no, retreat quickly!" the old man exclaimed. He felt an extremely dangerous aura.

However, it's too late.

That energy surged like a tsunami, instantly engulfing those black-robed men.

Those weaker black-robed men were shattered to pieces and didn't even have time to scream.

Even those stronger men in black robes were knocked back, spitting blood and suffering serious injuries.

The magic circle set up by the big black dog was also shaking under the impact of that energy, as if it would collapse at any time.

When everyone saw this scene, their morale was greatly boosted.

They knew that the power of ancient books was their greatest reliance.

However, the old man quickly regained his composure and sneered...

The old man was hit by several punches from Xiao Chen and was also impacted by the energy from the ancient book. His clothes were tattered and his hair was disheveled. How could he still look like a master?
But he quickly steadied himself, his cold eyes fixed on the ancient book in the hands of the Saintess of Yao Chi, like a hungry wolf staring at its prey.

"It seems that the power of this ancient book is even stronger than I imagined..."

The old man licked his cracked lips and smiled sinisterly, "But, do you think you can stop me like this? You are so naive!"

As he spoke, he tremblingly took out a black token from his pocket.

The token was made of an unknown material. It was cold to the touch, and its surface was covered with strange patterns, as if living insects were wriggling. Just looking at it made people feel a chill.

The old man was muttering to himself, and the obscure spells were like whispers from hell, echoing in the air and making people uneasy.

As the spell progressed, the token began to emit a strange black light, and the surrounding space began to distort, as if an invisible giant hand was tearing the space apart.

The big black dog exclaimed, "Oh no! This old thing is going to summon some evil creature!"

It was so anxious that it wanted to stop the old man, but it didn't dare to move forward rashly, for fear of interrupting the old man's ceremony and bringing about more terrible consequences.

(End of this chapter)