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Soon, they were targeted by these forces.

Ying An learned about their plan from those monks and then discussed the plan.

In the Xuan Yao Mountains, hundreds of auras appeared here, and the old man in the lead had a gloomy expression.

"What about people?!"

Golden chains turned into cages that enveloped hundreds of people. The demonic energy in the little Lolita's body surged, and she tore dozens of people to pieces.

Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun also took action. Roaring sounds were heard from the Classic of Mountains and Seas. Huge figures rushed into the crowd. Screams were heard and the old man's face became extremely ugly.

"You despicable guys, how dare you launch a sneak attack!"

Ying An's expression was indifferent, and the aura on his body became extremely terrifying. The laws of fate turned into golden swords that pierced through the bodies of these monks!

"Hundreds of people came to kill the four of us, and now you can actually say such despicable words? It seems you are really an idiot!"

The old man roared.

"Who betrayed us?!"

Just when the four were getting into the killing spree, a powerful aura came from afar, and then a black shadow fell from the sky and landed in front of them.

This is a middle-aged man in a black robe. He has a stern face, a gaze like lightning, and exudes a powerful aura of oppression.

"Are you the ones who killed my Rakshasa Sect's elder?" the black-robed man asked coldly.

Ying'an and the other three looked at each other and became secretly alert.

As expected, this Rakshasa Sect is extraordinary, and the black-robed man in front of them is definitely not a good guy. His strength is comparable to that of a saint. This shocked Zhen Yuanzi and Hong Yun beyond words.

Are saint-level warriors so worthless?

"We are just trying to protect ourselves." Ying An stepped forward and looked at the man indifferently.

The black-robed man sneered and said, "Self-preservation? Humph, don't think I don't know your purpose. Hand over the Fortune Beads and then destroy your own cultivation, otherwise you will die!"

Ying An and the other three were shocked. They had indeed come for the Fortune Orb. The Chaos Treasure was indeed a hot potato. However, it was impossible to ask them to hand it over.

Chapter 901: Powerful Body Cultivation

"So what?" Zhen Yuanzi said coldly, "The Fortune Pearl is ownerless. Whoever gets it belongs to them. What right do you have to stop us?"

A trace of anger flashed in the black-robed man's eyes. He said, "An ownerless item? Humph, that Fortune Bead belongs to my sect. How can I allow you to get your hands on it?"

The four people were speechless after hearing this. How could such shameless words be spoken?

Seeing the expressions of the four people, the black-robed man roared angrily!

"court death!"

After he finished speaking, he flashed and rushed towards the four people. A powerful aura burst out instantly, enveloping the four people.

Ying An and the other three suddenly felt a huge pressure coming, as if a mountain was pressing down on them.

They were shocked and quickly mobilized their magic power to prepare for battle.

"You guys continue to deal with the group of people behind, I'll deal with him myself!"

With that said, Ying An rushed forward!

However, the strength of the man in black robe was far beyond his imagination. He just threw a punch, and a black fist shadow came towards Ying An.

Wherever the fist shadow passed, the void was shattered, emitting terrifying power.

Ying An quickly tried to resist, but was still forced to retreat by the force. The blood-red air wave set off a storm, and the Rubik's Cube in Ying An's hand turned into a giant hand and fell directly down!

The black-robed man roared angrily, and a Rakshasa shadow rushed directly towards the golden giant hand, and he flew backwards.

"Good boy, no wonder you were able to obtain our sect's treasure. Hand it over and you can leave. Otherwise, my Luosha Sect will not let you go!"

Although the black-robed man was blown away, the aura on his body became more and more terrifying. Ying An, who felt this aura, had a look of surprise on his face.

"I didn't expect your body to be so strong. It seems you will be a good opponent."

As he spoke, a terrifying aura burst out from Ying An!

The man in black robe was shocked. This guy's strength was so terrifying. He was the strongest person besides the sect leader and the ancestor, but he couldn't kill this guy immediately.

"Do you think that just the four of you can walk around this world like a madman?"

The black-robed man said coldly, "Today I will let you know what a truly powerful person is!"

After saying that, he rushed towards Ying An again, ready to kill him with one blow.

However, just as he was about to take action, a golden light suddenly flashed from the void and blasted towards him.

The black-robed man's face changed, and he hurriedly mobilized his magic power to resist, but he was still blasted back several steps by the golden light, and a trace of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He looked up and saw a golden figure walking out of the void, emitting a powerful aura that made people dare not look directly at it.

This is an old man wearing a golden robe. He has a kind face, but there is a sharp light in his eyes.

"Where did this wild dog come from that dares to run wild here?" the old man asked coldly.

The man in black robe was shocked. He felt that the old man's strength was far above his, which made him feel a little afraid.

"I am the grand elder of the Rakshasa Sect. I wonder who you are, senior..." the black-robed man asked tentatively.

The old man sneered and said, "Rakshasa Sect? Humph, it's just a second-rate demonic force, yet you dare to act so arrogantly here."

The black-robed man's expression changed. He hadn't expected the old man to be so disrespectful to him, which made him feel a little angry.

Chapter 902 His Friends

But thinking of the old man's strength, he still forced himself to suppress his anger and said, "Senior, I have no ill intentions. I just want to retrieve the lost items of the sect."

The old man snorted coldly, "Lost property? The Fortune Bead is a spiritual object of heaven and earth. How could your Luosha Sect possess it?"

The man in black robe had a gloomy expression on his face. He knew that the old man was determined to protect the four outsiders.

Although he was angry, he did not dare to act rashly. After all, the old man's strength was unfathomable and he was no match for him.

"Senior, we of the Luosha Sect are not to be trifled with. If you insist on protecting them, don't blame us for being rude." The black-robed man threatened.

Upon hearing this, the old man's eyes flashed with a cold light, and he said, "You're welcome? Humph, I want to see how rude you, the Rakshasa Sect, can be!"

After he finished speaking, he flashed and rushed towards the man in black robe. A powerful aura instantly burst out, enveloping the man in black robe.

The man in black robe was startled and quickly mobilized his magic power to resist, but he was still shocked by the old man's power and retreated repeatedly.

He was shocked that the old man's strength was so terrifying that he was no match for him.

"Senior, I can deal with this person..." Seeing this, Ying An hurriedly stepped forward and said.

The sudden appearance of the strong man made Ying An feel more worried. He didn't want to have any cause and effect with the strong man here, but now it seems that all this was arranged in the dark.

Although Ying An had a guess in his mind, he had no choice but to take action first.

The old man punched the black-robed man back and looked at Ying An and said, "Okay, if that's the case, then you can deal with this guy!"

After saying that, Ying An disappeared from the spot. The man in black robe was stunned. The next moment, a terrible murderous intent instantly came over him, and his face changed drastically!

"court death?!"

Ying An's strength exceeded his expectations, and with the old man's attack, he knew that he had no hope!

Zhen Yuanzi, Hong Yun and the little loli were also a little confused. They were all wondering who this person was. After all, there were not many people with such strength in the entire universe!

Ying An is one, Hong Jun is one, and then there is the old man in front of him.

The old man in black robe was knocked away by Ying An's punch, and his face looked extremely ugly!

"You actually hid your strength?!"

He didn't expect that the young man in front of him was much more terrifying than he had imagined, which made him feel like he was being fooled!

"You're the one seeking death, so don't blame me!"

After saying that, Ying An was about to make a move, but the man in black robe ran away directly outside with a look of surprise and anger on his face.

"Just wait, boy, he can't protect you!"

The old man looked at Ying An with a smile.

"Not bad, very good, no wonder he chose you!"

Ying An was stunned when he heard this.

"I wonder who the senior is talking about?"

"Pangu!"

As soon as the old man opened his mouth, the four people's expressions changed, and Zhen Yuanzi bowed to the old man.

"Senior, please tell me the details..."

The old man smiled slightly.

"Let's go first, this is not the place to talk!"

The four of them looked at each other. The sudden appearance of this old man might be related to Pangu, so Ying An spoke immediately.

"Senior please!"

The old man led the four away from the place. Meanwhile, the black-robed man returned to the Luosha Sect, and the hundreds of monks there were completely slaughtered. The notoriety of Ying An and the other three spread throughout the world!

Chapter 903 The Forgotten World

After the black-robed man returned to the Rakshasa Sect, he immediately reported the whole story to the sect leader Wan Wuxie.

After hearing this, Luosha Sect leader Wan Wuxie's face was terribly gloomy. He didn't expect that the people he sent out almost died, and the strong men from various major sects actually died in the hands of four people.

"Who is this old man? How could he easily defeat the masters of our Rakshasa Sect?"

Wan Wuxie asked in a deep voice.

The black-robed man shook his head and said, "I don't know either. He claims to be a friend of Pangu and his strength is unfathomable."

"Pangu's friend?" Wan Wuxie frowned. This name was not unfamiliar to a warrior of his level.

After all, Pangu was an absolutely powerful being born from the chaos. If this old man was his friend, he was naturally not an ordinary person.

"Master, what should we do? Both the young man and the old man are extremely powerful. I'm afraid we are no match for them."

The black-robed man said worriedly.

Sect Master Wan Wuxie was silent for a moment and then said, "This matter is of great importance. I must personally take action."

"You must immediately gather all the major sects and have them gather their elite warriors to surround and kill these five people. I want to see what strength they have!"

The black-robed man nodded and immediately turned to leave. The sect leader sat in the main hall, lost in thought.

He knew that this matter might not be that simple. The appearance of the old man and the outsider might indicate something.

On the other side, Ying An and the other three followed the old man into a small world.

The old man looked at the four people with satisfaction, his eyes filled with pride and honor, as if an elder were looking at the younger generation.

"Okay, now we can talk."

The old man said with a smile.

Ying An and the other three looked at each other and felt a little curious. The strength of this old man was not simple. Even compared to Ying An, he was not weaker at all.

They knew that since this old man knew about Pangu, his identity must be extraordinary.

"Senior, can you tell us what the relationship between you and Pangu is?" Zhen Yuanzi asked.

When the old man heard this, a trace of reminiscence flashed in his eyes.

"Pangu and I were close friends. Back then, we journeyed through the heavens and myriad realms together, weathering countless storms. Unfortunately, Pangu later sacrificed himself to create the world, and I lost him as my dearest friend."

Hearing this, the four of them were shocked. This old man had never appeared in the prehistoric world, and they had never known this old man.

"Is that what you call me, Senior?"