The boss of the underworld is a wife-loving maniac

Just as Yan She was daydreaming, Lin Chen had already slashed out with his sword. The mighty sword intent gathered, and a black and white sword light of ten thousand feet was wrapped in a black chain and slashed towards the seal.

This is a combination of the Soul-Catching Rope and the Taixu Sword. Lin Chen made some improvements. The death energy attached to the Soul-Catching Rope not only increases the lethality of the sword, but also greatly improves the hardness of the sword. It is still unknown who will win or lose when facing the Bing family's imperial technique.

"Boom!"

The terrifying waves rolled and spread, and the aftermath that seemed to destroy the world was attacking in all directions. Yan She's face changed and he took out an oil-paper umbrella.

"Boy, come and help me!"

He shouted and opened his oil-paper umbrella, barely blocking the first wave of energy fluctuations, but the second wave of energy fluctuations followed.

Before Yan She could react, a light frost had already condensed on the oil-paper umbrella in his hand, and the umbrella surface was cut by the shattered sword light. At the same time, the third wave of energy fluctuations came.

"boom!"

Lin Chen appeared in front of Yan She, and black death energy appeared in his palm. The death energy within a thousand miles sensed his breath and rushed here and entered his palm.

As the death energy gathered, a black barrier appeared in front of Yanshe. Since most of it was death energy in the fog, it did not consume much of Lin Chen's energy.

"Boom!"

A deafening sound rang out, and the vast void was shattered. Everything was obscured by the smoke and dust rising in the wind, making it impossible to see the outcome of the battle.

"too weak."

Lin Chen sighed and Yan She's mouth twitched when he heard that. He had almost died several times, but Lin Chen didn't care at all. The gap between people was too big.

"It's a pity for Mr. Buddha's oil-paper umbrella. If we find the right materials, it should be able to be repaired in the future."

Yanshe carefully folded up the oil-paper umbrella and collected the rags that fell not far away, looking like a miser.

Lin Chen looked in the direction of Bing Fan, wanting to see if Bing Fan had a few breaths left or if he was dead.

"Ahem...how is that possible?"

After the smoke and dust cleared, a figure slowly emerged. Bing Fan had completely turned into a bloody man. There was a long sword scar on his chest, and even his white bones were exposed.

He spat out a mouthful of blood, and the arrogance in his eyes completely disappeared, replaced by extreme horror.

"Nothing is impossible in this world, it's just that your vision is too narrow."

Lin Chen appeared on Bing Fan's body, his white clothes fluttering, like a peerless immortal. He did not show any murderous intent, but made Bing Fan feel a huge deterrent.

Bing Fan wanted to escape, but he was so frightened by the pressure that he could not move. He could only stare at Lin Chen like a stupid pig struggling to death.

"Your spiritual sense must be restricted, but what I want to know should not be restricted."

Lin Chen looked down at Bing Fan, with black and white light flashing in his eyes. Bing Fan only felt his consciousness being burned by two rounds of scorching suns, and he let out a shrill scream.

He tried desperately to break free from his restraints, but was unable to move. As time went by, his screams and struggles gradually became quieter, until in the end he could only make a faint sound, and his eyes were lifeless, as if he were already dead.

"You are useless now, die."

Lin Chen said indifferently. He condensed a sword spirit and instantly pierced through Bing Fan's body. As the sound of flesh and blood breaking rang out, Bing Fan's blood splattered three feet, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

Until his death, he never understood why he was defeated. The road to becoming an immortal is long, and except for the strongest ones, the rest are just mediocre people.

"Amitabha."

Yan She was rarely serious. He clasped his hands together and recited Buddhist scriptures devoutly. Lin Chen glanced at him and turned to walk deeper into the medicinal field. Although the battle just now was horrific, it only damaged the medicinal field and did not completely destroy it.

Seeing this, Yan She hurriedly followed and asked as he walked.

"Boy, where are you going? Did you get any information from Bingfan's consciousness?"

"Well, he found a formation deep in the medicinal field. I guess our needle-eye pestle is used to control the formation. Let's go and take a look."

Lin Chen said, and the two of them walked together, heading deep into the medicine field.

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three days ago

"Anyway, that's how it was. That kid who came out of nowhere killed that bald donkey from Lingshan, and I took advantage of the chaos to escape."

The chief deacon of the Evil Soul Sect said, the brows of the Evil Soul Sect's leader were tightly knitted together, and after a moment's silence, he spoke in a deep voice.

"That's true. A disciple sensed a special fluctuation in the place you mentioned. It's probably the aura concealed by the guy who killed the bald donkey. That's why there is such a special aura."

The leader of the Evil Soul Sect looked at everyone present gloomily, and after hesitating for a moment, he made a decision.

"The people of Lingshan are now convinced that it was my Evil Soul Sect that did this. There is no way they can deny the connection. Immediately send a message to all the elders to be on the lookout for the Lingshan bald donkey!"

"Yes!"

The faces of the people from the Evil Soul Sect were solemn, and then they dispersed as the news came.

Time goes back to the present. Lin Chen and Yan She came to the place where Bing Fan first entered the medicine field. Looking at the mysterious and ancient array patterns around the medicine field, Lin Chen pondered for a moment and sacrificed the Needle Eye Pestle.

The needle-eye pestle slowly rose into the sky, and a gentle humming sound came from it. As the needle-eye pestle trembled slightly, the originally dim array pattern began to emit a faint golden light, and the ground in the center of the array began to shake.

"What's going on? Is this a killing formation?"

Yan She opened his mouth in surprise. He tried hard to maintain his balance, but he sat down on the ground. He jumped up in pain and kept cursing.

Lin Chen ignored Yan She who was screaming and shouting. He continued to inject spiritual energy into the needle-eye pestle, making the formation rotate faster and faster and the ground shake more violently.

"Come on!"

Suddenly, Lin Chen's face changed. He felt a powerful aura rushing out from under the ground. The terrifying aura was beyond his current strength.

Lin Chen grabbed Yan She's arm, and with a flash of light, the two of them were teleported to a place three hundred miles away from the formation.

"boom!"

At the moment when the two left, a large number of cracks appeared on the ground below the formation, and a large altar slowly rose up.

There was a person lying on the altar, with a majestic aura of chaos emanating from him, along with a monstrous aura of death. It was so dense that even Lin Chen could hardly bear it.

"With so much chaotic energy, it can't be a good chaotic body!"

Yan She was astonished. Only the legendary Chaos Body could master so much Chaos Energy. The person on the altar was undoubtedly a Chaos Body.

"Yes, it is indeed a chaotic body."

Lin Chen looked at the chaotic energy and agreed with Yan She's statement. He had actually come into contact with the chaotic energy and was most convinced.

With so much chaotic energy, only ferocious beasts born from the ancient times or those with physiques related to chaos can control it. No one else can control it at all.