Dog bites dog, both get mouthfuls of fur.

A terrifying collision with the battle power of the late Foundation Establishment realm.

Mo Bufan only felt an overwhelming, mountain-toppling force smash into his chest, the bones in his arms letting out a teeth-aching cracking sound.

He was, after all, only at the mid Foundation Establishment realm.

Facing the enraged Daozi of the Dao One Sect, his entire body was sent flying like a meteor, smashing heavily against the edge of the altar behind him.

Pfft!

Mo Bufan violently spat out a large mouthful of fresh blood, dyeing the cloth clothes on his chest red.

Before he could even climb back up.

A suffocating, heavy wind pressure descended from the sky.

Demon, die!

The blind sword attendant, Bai Zhi, was like a maddened lioness, clutching that broad-bladed heavy sword and smashing down ruthlessly from mid-air.

There were no flashy sword techniques, only the purest, most violent spiritual energy suppression of the early Golden Core realm.

Bang!

Mo Bufan rolled away in a sorry state.

The heavy sword smashed into the place where he had just been lying, directly shattering the hard stone slabs of the altar into powder.

Flying rubble cut across Mo Bufan's cheeks.

He looked at Ye Chen and Bai Zhi, who were staring at him from the left and right as if looking at a dead man, and extreme stifled anger and despair surged in the depths of his eyes.

He couldn't beat them!

He absolutely couldn't beat them!

This white-clothed madman's own battle power was already outrageously strong, and he actually brought along a Golden Core realm thug who wasn't afraid of death!

Demon Venerable! Mo Bufan roared madly in his sea of consciousness.

Sacrifice blood to the sword! Transform into the Formless Blood Body! Take the item and leave quickly! The voice of the Demon Venerable's remnant soul also revealed a sense of exasperation. This kid is a monster! You can't fight him right now!

Mo Bufan gritted his teeth tightly, a flash of extreme ruthlessness passing through his eyes.

He suddenly crushed two fingers on his left hand.

Accompanied by a hair-raising sound of bone fracturing, a mass of thick, almost black essence blood sprayed onto the bloodthirsty bone sword.

Blood Fiend Formless Body! Transform!

Boom!

Mo Bufan's physical body instantly exploded into a sky full of thick blood mist.

Demon, die! The blind sword attendant Bai Zhi swung the broad-bladed heavy sword, cleaving ruthlessly into that mass of blood mist with the force of a thunderbolt.

However, the heavy sword seemed to cleave through thin air, passing straight through and smashing into the hard stone slabs of the altar, failing to harm it in the slightest.

Physical attacks were completely immune!

Idiots! Wait until I get the fortuitous encounter, I'll come back and skin you alive in the future!

Mo Bufan, who had transformed into the Formless Blood Body, sneered maliciously in his heart.

He completely ignored the subsequent attacks of Bai Zhi and Ye Chen, using the form of the blood mist to turn into an intangible red lightning bolt, directly drilling into the shattered core of the altar.

Below was exactly where the Withered Glory Blood Heart was hidden!

As long as I get the blood heart, this trip will be worth it...

Mo Bufan's fanatical thoughts came to an abrupt halt.

At the bottom of the altar.

It was completely empty.

The place that should have suppressed a supreme fortuitous encounter only had a shriveled stone pit left. And on the edge of the stone pit, there was an extremely provocative trace of an imperceptible dark golden spark carrying a faint smell of ash!

Someone had stolen it!

And in just these few short breaths of time when he was entangled by that white-clothed madman, it had been silently taken away!

No!!!

Mo Bufan's Dao Heart nearly collapsed at this moment.

Outside was the Daozi of the Dao One Sect bombing him like crazy, and inside was a fortuitous encounter that had been completely looted. The secret technique he had cast at the cost of severing his own two fingers had actually become a massive joke!

Who exactly did this!!

Time did not allow him to think too much. The extreme consumption of the Formless Blood Body, as well as the terrifying righteous sword qi that lit up once again on Ye Chen's longsword, forced him to swallow this bloody bitter pill.

The blood mist carried extreme stifled anger and madness, transforming into a red glow as thin as a gossamer thread, fleeing like a stray dog as it desperately drilled into an extremely narrow ventilation crack above the altar.

Bastards! You two mad dogs! And that thief who stole my fortuitous encounter! I, Mo Bufan, will definitely kill you!!!

A resentful, incompetent, and maddened roar echoed endlessly within the underground palace.

In the shadows of the dome.

Gu Yang watched this scene coldly.

Dogs biting dogs, a mouth full of fur.

Not only did they test the reality of the formation for him, but they also smashed open the exit of this underground altar.

Just now, taking advantage of the moment the two were blasting each other, he had already urged the divine ability of his fourth-layer Dao Foundation, Nether Shadow Escape, transforming into a semi-spirit body to infiltrate the bottom of the altar, taking that beating Withered Glory Blood Heart into his storage ring as easily as taking something out of his pocket.

He retracted that wisp of divine sense extremely naturally.

Host has successfully intercepted a blue fortuitous encounter.

Reward: 50 Destiny Points.

Remaining Destiny Points: 120.

Thank you so much, Mo Bufan.

At this moment.

In his arms.

Zhao Yuelian's delicate body had already gone soft like a puddle of spring water.

Her autumn-water bright eyes were filled with extreme shock, fear, and a morbidly extreme sense of looking up to him.

She had witnessed the entire process of how Gu Yang, only using a wisp of divine sense, had played those two geniuses who were enough to stir up the winds and clouds in the outside world like beasts in a colosseum.

He had even silently pocketed the supreme treasure right under the noses of the two great heaven-chosen, leaving the other party with nothing but an empty shell and incompetent rage!

That kind of extreme calculation that didn't touch the slightest bit of karma, yet could play the people of the world in the palm of his hand.

It made this Fairy Lingshuang, who was at the great circle of the Core Formation realm, completely lose her ability to think.

Young Master...

Zhao Yuelian trembled and murmured in her heart.

Cold sweat mixed with that sweet, mature woman's body fragrance fermented wildly under the narrow magic robe.

...

Deep within the ventilation crack above the altar, Mo Bufan's shrill curses gradually faded away.

Ye Chen stood amidst the rubble, slowly sheathing his sword.

He didn't give chase.

The Formless Blood Body that the demonic cultivator had just cast was extremely bizarre, even immune to physical attacks, clearly burning some kind of extremely core origin.

That kind of price was enough to leave that demonic cultivator half-crippled.

Consider yourself fast at running away.

Ye Chen snorted coldly, his white clothes whiter than snow, untainted by a speck of dust.

He turned his head, his gaze falling on the shattered stone pit in the center of the altar.

It was completely empty.

Ye Chen's brows furrowed imperceptibly.

He hadn't noticed Gu Yang's interception just now, because in his intelligence deduction, this third layer was merely a transit killing formation, and the true fortune was still at the wood-element array core deeper within the underground palace.

Daozi...

The blind sword attendant Bai Zhi leaned on the broad-bladed heavy sword, struggling to climb up from the pile of rubble.

She was covered in blood, her early Golden Core realm aura extremely chaotic, and her legs were trembling uncontrollably.

Ye Chen stepped forward and extremely gently placed a Qi Replenishing Pill into her lips.

Bai Zhi, the demon has retreated. But there is still the heavy responsibility of saving the world ahead.

His slender fingers gently stroked Bai Zhi's temples, which had red marks from the white silk ribbon, his voice as gentle as jade, yet carrying an unquestionable urging.

Can you still hold your sword?

Bai Zhi trembled all over, swallowing the pill.

She didn't say another word, dragging that heavy broadsword and staggering toward the dark, thick bronze door at the end of the grand hall.

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