Chapter 3621

A real blade, as thin as a cicada's wing, flew out of the light and pierced the forehead of the leader amidst countless cheers.

The leader's pupils dilated, and blood dripped from his forehead. His tall body fell backward, and his life force was quickly draining away.

Such an unforeseen event caused everyone to be stunned.

"Everyone, be careful. There are traps ahead!"

Mo Yi's voice came from behind.

"Traps?

No, there are no more. You've successfully opened the mine. Congratulations. "

An indifferent voice came from the front. A person walked out from the boundless light.

Everyone widened their eyes and looked ahead.

When they walked out of the light, they saw a person.

It was a young man.

It was Zi Chen!

"Zi Chen, it's you!"

Mo Yi exclaimed the moment he saw him, his face full of disbelief.

Zi Chen had disappeared from the Immortal City for more than ten days. Mo Yi was relieved when he didn't see him here, so he didn't pay attention to him.

Who would have thought that this guy would come out from inside?

Buzz!

Lightning flashed beside Zi Chen. It was the Holy Spirit Flying Dagger that the stone saber had manifested. It moved like lightning.

Puff! Puff! Puff!

"No!"

Mo Yi shouted. His usual calm expression had long disappeared, and a ferocious look appeared on his face.

These people's realms were not high, but they were Array Masters trained by the Death Prison Pirates. They were extremely precious, and they were loyal subordinates who were 655% trusted.

But now, Zi Chen was killing them.

Under the Holy Spirit Flying Dagger, they died one after another.

They were all Holy Spirits, but their realms were very low. In front of Zi Chen, there was no room for resistance.

In the blink of an eye, the meritorious people in Mo Yi's eyes were all dead.

A small Holy Spirit Flying Dagger had wiped out all the enemies in front of him.

"You're courting death!"

When the Sixth Young Master came to his senses and rushed toward Zi Chen, the Array Masters were all dead.

Zi Chen took a step forward, released his aura, and threw out a palm.

There was a loud bang. Zi Chen did not move, but the Sixth Young Master was sent flying.

"I haven't seen you for a few years, but why haven't you grown in strength at all?"

After glancing at the Sixth Young Master, Zi Chen looked at Ink and asked, "How do you feel now?"

Mo Zhi stared at the area behind Zi Chen. That area was sparkling with Soul-gathering Crystals that had never been mined before, dazzling everyone's eyes.

With so many Soul Gathering Crystals, the overall capability of the space pirates of the Death Prison would certainly be improved by multiple levels if they were brought back.

But before that, he had to get rid of Zi Chen.

"There's no need to look. I'm the only one this time."

Zi Chen's gaze gradually turned cold. "What you took from me back then, I naturally have to take it back by myself!"

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for being impolite."

Ink said, "Now, it's time for you to enjoy the gift I've brought you."

As Ink waved his hand, space began to distort. Next, one figure after another appeared.

There were a total of fifteen people, and all of them were Six-Star Saint Spirits.

They were all wearing black robes. Their faces were completely covered by the black robes. Their auras were powerful and dangerous.

Obviously, they were all cultivators of the Black Flame Technique.

Zi Chen glanced at them. After sensing their auras, a hint of disdain appeared at the corner of his mouth. "You're just Six-Star Saint Spirits. Looks like you're looking down on me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zi Chen disappeared.

Nine Flashes of Holy Thunder!

Like a flash of lightning that could teleport, Zi Chen arrived in front of the first Six-Star Saint Spirit. The demonic saber reappeared in his hand. He unsheathed it.

When the shining saber light flashed in front of the Six-Star Saint Spirit, Zi Chen had already disappeared.

The Saint Spirit was stunned.

The saber light flashed more than a dozen times. Zi Chen stood where he was before.

Around him, more than a dozen Six-Star Saint Spirits stood there motionless, as if they were frozen.

The next moment, their bodies began to disappear, leaving behind pure black energy.

Mo Zhi glanced at the Sixth Young Master. The Sixth Young Master formed a seal with his hands. The light of power that appeared flew towards the Sixth Young Master and entered his body.

His aura began to grow.

Although Zi Chen had already guessed that there was something strange about this energy, when he saw the Sixth Young Master devouring it with his own eyes, his pupils couldn't help but shrink. He coldly said, "It seems that you are using the Black Flame Technique to cultivate food for yourself?"

Ink said, "Not all of them. Some of them are extraordinary. We'll still cultivate them."

As soon as he finished speaking, more Six-Star Saint Spirits arrived in this space. This time, there were 75 of them.

There were so many Six-Star Saint Spirits. Each of them had mastered the Black Flame Technique, which was comparable to the Spirit Extermination Technique. Their combat strength was naturally amazing.

However, for Zi Chen, who had also reached Six-Star, it was just a matter of 75 slashes.

75 slashes.

75 slashes.

The demonic saber was unsheathed 75 times. Not one more time, not one less time.

The Sixth Young Master devoured the energy again. His realm increased again. He was very close to Seven-Star now.

Sensing the Sixth Young Master's realm aura, Zi Chen said, "Looks like you're still a step away.

Do you have any more cannon fodder here? "

Ink shook his head and said, "No. Those who appear next are all warriors!"

With a flash of light, a Seven-Star Saint Spirit arrived.

As time passed, the suppression of the rules in this Immortal Realm became smaller and smaller. Now, it was possible to send a Seven-Star Saint Spirit in through the transmission array.

When Zi Chen went deep, the Bloodline Ancestor had warned him. Now, he saw it with his own eyes.

Looking at the Seven-Star Saint Spirit, Zi Chen said coldly, "I've killed many Seven-Star Saint Spirits. However, I've never killed one who knows the Spirit Extermination Technique."

Ink stretched out his hand and said, "Now, your chance is here."

Zi Chen knew that Ink didn't care about the life and death of a Seven-Star Saint Spirit at all. Compared to the life and death of an individual, the Soul-gathering Crystal lode was more precious.

But now, he really wanted to find someone to test his current combat strength.

He put away the demonic blade and looked in front of him. A strong pressure surged out from his body.

Sensing the pressure coming toward him, Ink's expression changed slightly. He whispered, "Don't be careless. This person is the number one threat."

The Seven-Star Saint Spirit snorted coldly. The power of black flames surged out from his body. The aura of the Spirit Extermination Technique surged out, resisting Zi Chen's pressure.

"Black Flame Peak!"

The Seven-Star Saint Spirit formed a seal with his hands. The power of black flames surged out from his body and converged in front of him, forming a huge black mountain peak.

This was the Spirit Extermination Technique. When Zi Chen saw it for the first time, it had shocked him greatly.

Now, the aura of the Spirit Extermination Technique was no longer a threat to him.

He stretched out his palm. Lightning circulated in his palm. Countless thunderbolts raged, and there seemed to be flames faintly existing.

Ancient Thunder Flame.

With the emergence of this aura, an ancient aura that seemed to have been sealed for many years came from the sky and descended into the world.

The original tyrannical pressure on Zi Chen's body became stronger.

Under this pressure, the Black Flame Peak seemed to be unstable.

Zi Chen's palm fell.

It was like a palm blade.