Chaos God's Nest

Yan Xiaohuang fled all the way to the depths of the Tianshen Mountains. Behind him, Monk Qingluo followed closely like a poisonous snake that couldn't let go.

"This damn bald donkey is just haunting! It seems that he is determined to kill me today!" Yan Xiaohuang glanced back at the monk Qingluo who was chasing after him, and he couldn't help but say Gu Zidi cursed.

As for Monk Qingluo, he naturally saw Yan Xiaohuang's glance towards him. In response, a sneer appeared on his face, and then he raised his voice and said: "Amitabha! That little benefactor in front of me, I'm afraid of your disaster today. Even if the Buddha comes, it will be difficult to defeat him. According to the poor monk, you might as well just surrender. The poor monk promises that he will use extremely compassionate means to deliver you to the Paradise of Paradise!"

"Go to hell! I think you'd better save hell and go to the Paradise of Paradise first!" Yan Xiaohuang cursed directly without giving Monk Qingluo any face.

"Amitabha! Her old lady has passed away a long time ago!" Monk Qingluo replied slowly, neither happy nor sad, with no emotion on his face.

"Then it's your father!" Yan Xiaohuang continued to curse.

"Amitabha! His old man went earlier!"

Yan Xiaohuang: "..." (expression as shown below)

Just as the two were bickering, a harsh sound came from the front. It was unknown what creature it was, but judging from the strong pressure coming from its sound waves, it should be a creature with considerable strength.

"Have it!"

Hearing this, Yan Xiaohuang's eyes immediately flashed with light, and he quickly ran away in the direction of the sound.

"Ok?"

Monk Qingluo could naturally see what Yan Xiaohuang was thinking, but he didn't care. A slight smile appeared on his lips, and then he followed suit.

Deep in the Tianshen Mountains, on a tall mountain peak, a white-fronted spotted tiger was lying leisurely on a blue boulder.

The white tiger is huge and extraordinary, about ten feet long. The white fur all over its body is shining with crystal light all the time under the sunlight. Especially on its forehead, a black word "王" is conspicuous.

Its whistling and breathing sound was like the roar of thunder, and it occasionally exuded bursts of terrifying and domineering aura.

Obviously, this should be a monster beast king. Although its strength is unknown, it is thought that it can dominate an area in the Tianshen Mountains, and its strength must be quite good.

"Ok?"

At this moment, the white tiger, who was about to fall asleep, suddenly raised his head, and then his tiger eyes looked straight ahead. Its powerful consciousness had already noticed something strange in the mountains, because there were two powerful auras in the distance that were heading here quickly. Coming closer.

"Ow!"

Bai Hu roared and stood up suddenly, his eyes as big as copper bells already full of sullenness.

There are human monks who dare to break into its territory. Don’t you want to live?

At that moment, the white tiger's body trembled, and it quickly jumped off the bluestone platform and flew forward.

Yan Xiaohuang ran away frantically in front, while Monk Qingluo chased him from behind. Feeling a terrifying aura approaching quickly from the front, Yan Xiaohuang couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth.

"Old man! Since you like chasing so much, I'll let you suffer a little!"

After the words fell, Yan Xiaohuang sped up again. Qing Luo behind him also raised the corner of his mouth when he saw this.

"Boy, just run! When your spiritual energy is completely exhausted, that's when I will kill you!"

With this in mind, Qing Luo also speeded up, always keeping the distance between him and Yan Xiaohuang, neither far nor close.

He didn't know whether Yan Xiaohuang still had a trump card in his hand, but by doing this, he could advance and retreat with ease.

I have to say that the Qingluo monk's scheming is indeed deep enough. Compared with it, the Black Mountain old Taoist is really stupid on several levels.

Yan Xiaohuang was running away when he suddenly felt a strong wind roaring in front of him, and a terrifying aura came towards him. The pressure stretched for dozens of miles, causing countless creatures around him to collapse and flee.

"coming!"

Yan Xiaohuang was overjoyed as he said this. At that moment, he saw a huge and fierce shadow jumping out from the dense forest in front of him. It was a white-fronted tiger with a ferocious look, charging towards him.

"It's now!"

With a secret thought in his heart, Yan Xiaohuang used his last bit of spiritual energy to activate the Taixu Divine Art. In an instant, his figure disappeared into the void and appeared a thousand meters away behind the tiger, barely able to escape. This was a fatal blow.

On the other hand, Monk Qingluo didn't expect that Yan Xiaohuang actually had such a hand. Before he could stop, he was immediately hit by the tiger.

"boom!"

The white-fronted spotted tiger swung out its claws, and terrifying power poured out, directly hitting the Qingluo monk's chest.

"what!"

Monk Qingluo screamed, blood spurted from his mouth, and flew backwards.

"Ow!"

The white tiger was furious and chased after him again, intending to kill him directly.

"Beast!"

Monk Qingluo reacted quickly and immediately stood up to circulate his spiritual energy and started fighting with the white-fronted spotted tiger.

For a time, the reputation was overwhelming. The tiger was very powerful, but Monk Qingluo was obviously not a vegetarian. The two sides were evenly matched and evenly matched.

"The mighty Tianlong!"

"Ow!"

"The mighty Tianlong!"

"Ow!"

......

The sound of fierce fighting between the two sides spread in all directions, and the terrifying pressure stretched for thousands of meters.

In the distance, Yan Xiaohuang had already fled to a safe area. Seeing that Monk Qingluo did not die directly from the tiger's claws, he sighed in his heart.

"Damn! I didn't expect this damn bald donkey's body to be so strong, and even such a powerful blow didn't kill him! What a pity! But my technique of driving tigers and devouring wolves worked after all!"

After saying that, Yan Xiaohuang smiled slightly, then turned around and left quickly towards the distance.

......

Deep in the Tianshen Mountain Range, in a deep cave, Yan Xiaohuang sat cross-legged, golden light shining all over his body, spiritual energy surging as majestic as the sea, and bursts of powerful aura overflowed from his body.

In just three days, he completely restored his condition to its peak, all thanks to the method of soul restoration recorded on the mountain and sea fragments.

Having said that, this Mountain and Sea Fragment Scroll is worthy of being hailed as the Supreme Immortal Scripture. According to the spirit-restoring techniques recorded in it, restoring spiritual energy can really get twice the result with half the effort.

If he only relied on ordinary methods, it would be difficult for Yan Xiaohuang to fully recover, and it would take at least four or five days.

At the moment, it is not known whether the Qingluo monk is dead or alive. If he were to find him suddenly, it would be extremely detrimental to Yan Xiaohuang.

On the contrary, now, his injuries and condition have completely recovered, and even if the dead bald donkey comes looking for him again, he is confident that he can kill him.

Moreover, even if he didn't come looking for him, Yan Xiaohuang would still take the initiative to find him and kill him.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaohuang sneered frequently, and said to himself: "Humph! Old bald donkey, old bald donkey! Things are changing, and this time it's my turn to be a cat!"

After saying that, Yan Xiaohuang stood up suddenly and strode out of the cave.

......

Somewhere in the Tianshen Mountains, Monk Qingluo was sitting cross-legged on a piece of bluestone. His face was very pale, his clothes were ragged, and there was still a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth.

The white tiger was very strong, and he was almost defeated. If he didn't possess the secret method, it would be difficult to escape, so now, his condition is also very bad.

Especially when he thought that he was being plotted by a junior, he became furious and said angrily to himself: "Damn little beast, I will definitely hunt you down after the poor monk regains his strength. Kill! Then you can vent your hatred!"

Just as he finished speaking, he heard a cold voice suddenly coming from behind him.

"Really?"

"Who?"

Hearing this, Monk Qingluo suddenly stood up and looked behind him, only to see Yan Xiaohuang quietly appearing behind him without knowing when.

"I'm talking about old bald donkey! Did you ever think that you would also have this day?"

As he said this, Yan Xiaohuang also laughed miserably, and then his figure slowly approached.

Monk Qingluo was shocked, especially when he felt the aura emanating from Yan Xiaohuang's body, fear gradually appeared in his eyes.

"Impossible! It's only been three days, and you...you have completely recovered your full strength? This is impossible!"

"What's impossible! Since you wanted to kill me in the first place, you should have expected that such a day would come! Old bald donkey, go in peace!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Xiaohuang took action, and a terrifying punch suddenly came out, accompanied by a violent breath. The sound was so majestic that it was like thunder, without giving the opponent a chance to breathe.

"No!"

Following Monk Qingluo's desperate scream, his body was shattered in an instant, and he was completely killed by Yan Xiaohuang with a thunderous punch.

When he was about to die, Monk Qingluo still held a shining silver needle in his hand. He wanted to take action suddenly when Yan Xiaohuang wasn't paying attention, but he didn't expect that Yan Xiaohuang was more decisive than him, and he didn't even think about it. Give him a chance to carry out his evil deeds.

"what is this?"

After Monk Qingluo died, Yan Xiaohuang also discovered the shining silver needle in his hand.

Walking forward, he gently picked up the silver needle and looked at it carefully. Suddenly he felt strange fluctuations on the silver needle, which made his consciousness tremble.

"This is...a soul-killing needle?!"

As he said this, Yan Xiaohuang was immediately frightened. In just a moment, he thought of the danger he was in just now.

If he had taken action in just two seconds at night, I'm afraid he would be the one lying on the ground now, right?

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaohuang also scolded this damn bald donkey for being sinister and inconsistent.

He was almost killed by his counterattack, which led to tragedy. Fortunately, he was decisive enough and didn't give him a chance to take action.

But in this way, the soul-killing needle has become his trophy. If he encounters danger in the future, it can be regarded as a useful trump card.

Thinking of this, Yan Xiaohuang also looked through Monk Qingluo's relics again, but the more he looked through them, the angrier he became.

Unexpectedly, this Qingluo monk turned out to be such a lewd and evil person!

In his storage bag, Yan Xiaohuang dug out more than forty corpses. They were all young and beautiful girls. They were sealed in some kind of special source liquid. They were naked, with their lower bodies ulcerated and unexplored. Wearing a piece of clothing, and dying in an extremely miserable manner.

After waiting for a long time, Yan Xiaohuang continued to look through it. They were all a bunch of ordinary things, most of which were spirit stones, presumably all used by the monk for his cultivation.

Furthermore, there are some messy magical instruments, most of which are used by Buddhist disciples. It is naturally difficult for Yan Xiaohuang to use them if he does not practice Buddhism.

Finally, after turning over Monk Qingluo's storage bag, Yan Xiaohuang couldn't help but said with disdain: "Damn! He turns out to be a poor guy!"

After saying that, Yan Xiaohuang slowly stood up and put all the useful things into his storage bag.

Then, he arranged the bodies of all the dead girls and burned them completely with fire.

Looking at the flames soaring into the sky, Yan Xiaohuang clapped his hands and said slowly: "Okay, today I have avenged this bloody revenge for you, you can go with peace of mind!"

After saying that, he turned around and left without looking back, heading towards the ancient temple.

Half a month has passed in a flash, and I really don’t know what’s going on over there in the temple. Thinking about it, those powerful men from the Yu Clan are not easy to deal with. I don’t know what the master’s current condition is like. He must return to the sect immediately.

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Let’s update one chapter first. I’ll see if I have time for the next chapter tomorrow! Hey~~