C63 Yuan Sect Disciple

Sensing that he had been humiliated greatly, Hu Mu struck out with his palm once again. The foot-thick spiritual light turned into a few huge pillars, pressing down on Chen Fan in batches.

With his eighth level of Foundation Establishment, he could release thousands of kilograms of force with just a finger print, crushing a large area of the void along the way. It was obvious how powerful he was.

The corner of Hu Mu's mouth curled up into a sneer. It was as if Hu Mu could see Chen Fan kneeling at his feet, begging for mercy. However, he soon stopped laughing.

The opponent merely flapped his wings a few times, and more Lingyu rushed over and surrounded his pillars. In less than two or three breaths, they had all transformed into the initial state of spirit energy.

In fact, to Chen Fan, this kind of simple Spiritual Energy Chain was simply a gift gift to his doorstep. Relying on the devouring ability of the Myriad Transformations Sacred Art, it instantly destroyed the outer layer of defense, and directly plundered all the energy contained within.

Under his precise probing of the Spiritual Consciousnesss, he avoided all the sharp auras. By the time Hu Mu reacted, the huge pillars of Spiritual Energys that he had accumulated for a long time had already turned completely cold.

"This is impossible!"

Facing Chen Fan's nonchalant attitude, Hu Mu wished that he could kill him. He did not know that it was precisely this that increased the strength of his opponent's attack.

He waved his sleeves violently, creating gusts of strong wind. Over a dozen small snakes appeared in the air and surrounded Chen Fan.

Hiss! Hiss!

They were only about two feet long and completely black. They were very eye-catching under the bright sunlight. Each of them moved quickly, trying to form a large circle and seal Chen Fan inside.

The seemingly simple Spiritual Energy transformation made the latter's head feel dizzy. It was hard to say what was going on. It was as if he had been poisoned for no reason.

Nearly ten thousand years of cultivation experience told Chen Fan that just relying on Hu Mu's methods, it was not enough to cause his body to be damaged by poison.

However, his mind was getting more and more confused. Clearly, he was still very conscious, but he could not find the source of the strange phenomenon. In fact, his footsteps were getting heavier as he tried to dodge.

"Hehe, under the siege of my Eight-Sound Snake, I want to see how you can run." Hu Mu smiled again. He did not know how long he could stay.

"D * mn, no matter how weak you are, you will not fall for this kid's trick." Chen Fan really wanted to slap himself twice.

When he heard the word 'sound', he had already reacted. This was not poison. It was the sound of a few small snakes spitting out their tongues. He could only say that it was too complicated.

This was a unique attack. Using the swaying body of the Eight-Sound Snake as a catalyst, it unintentionally invaded the Zifu Space and caused a huge impact to the Spiritual Consciousness.

"Humph, two bugs dare to show off in front of me. Get out of my way!"

Chen Fan's strategy was quite simple, even though he was restricted by the sound waves. The roar will go back.

At this moment, he had displayed the domineering aura of Supreme Wu Tian. The wind and clouds in the entire continent had changed according to his beliefs, let alone such a tiny Eight Sound Snake.

Under the control of Hu Mu, the tongues of those guys could transform into strange sound waves. However, Chen Fan was like a surging ocean that was unable to fight back at all.

He could only watch helplessly as the snakes were devoured and disappeared. However, there was nothing he could do about it. Hu Mu was extremely angry.

He still didn't realize the gap between him and Chen Fan, and he only thought that Chen Fan was lucky enough to cultivate a specialized sound wave cultivation technique. Even though the ocean that he created was truly a little shocking.

In the eyes of this disciple of Yuan Sect, he was still an unorthodox person. He couldn't even withstand a single blow in the face of the true suppression of his realm.

There was a huge gap between the two of them. Adding on Hu Mu's contempt, he had never thought that there would be any possibility of failure. It was just a piece of cake for him to teach Chen Fan a lesson.

Slap!

A crisp sound rang out in Spiritual Peak. Hu Mu touched his burning cheek. It seemed to be a little hot. Hu Mu did not even realize what had happened.

It was the first time he had ever been slapped by someone. He was stunned for a long time. His facial features instantly became distorted, almost hideous.

If he could see the obvious finger marks on his face, his lungs would probably explode from anger.

"You trash, you dare to hit me?" Hu Mu's entire body was trembling uncontrollably. For more than 20 years, he had been protected by many elders. Even when he was sparring, he had to deliberately suppress it. He had never hurt a single hair on his body.

"No need to thank me. I'm just helping you grow up. I'm just doing it casually." Chen Fan said faintly. The energy that was transmitted through the Heavenly Heart Formula had almost reached the level of a low growl from an elder.

From his point of view, he did have the intention of letting Hu Mu suffer a loss on purpose. It would be better for young people to experience more suffering, otherwise, they would not be able to make a big deal out of it.

It was a pity that this disciple of the Yuan Sect had already won the starting line. He did not plan to listen to him at all. Instead, he was provoked to the point of completely losing his mind.

"Ah!"

Hu Mu roared furiously. His face was flushed red. It was as if there was a ball of anger that was bursting out from his chest. He turned his palm into a blade and tried to use the most violent method to suppress Chen Fan.

Only by breaking every bone of his and tearing his mouth into pieces could Hu Mu calm down a little.

Wherever his hands passed, there were traces of silver sword intent. This made Chen Fan's heart slightly move.

Ordinary Spiritual Energys clashed, but no divine weapons collided. How could it be related to medicinal Sword Intents? It couldn't help but feel somewhat strange.

He casually spat out a ray of light and temporarily set up a protective shield. At the same time, Chen Fan pushed the Rising Sky Feather Seven Transformations to the limit. A bright red divine light burst out and could instantly suppress it.

With his eyesight, he quickly found out the reason. The Sword Intent was indeed real, but Hu Mu hadn't reached the level of being one with the sword yet. All he did was hide a soft sword in his sleeve.

It could be used as a weapon for sneak attacks at critical moments, and it could increase one's combat strength. Chen Fan could not help but sigh in his heart. He was really old. He did not expect that young people nowadays would be so good at playing.

A fair fight was no match for him. He immediately changed his way of fighting. He even brought such a powerful software with him. If he was stabbed, he would be seriously injured even if he didn't die.

"Since you want to kill me, don't blame me." Chen Fan didn't hold back anymore. He blocked with his arms and trapped Hu Mu's two palm blades in a tricky way.

Speaking of which, this guy was just a show-off. He didn't have much power. He was used to being praised. When he encountered a real life and death battle, he was exposed in an instant.

Spiritual light similarly erupted from his sleeves. However, Chen Fan's spiritual energy was enhanced by the high temperature. The surrounding space was burnt into a twisted shape, and even Hu Mu's soft sword was completely red.