If it was under other circumstances, Qin Lang would have slipped away the moment he heard Young Monk Dan Ling's warning. But now, Qin Lang was in a demonized state. Although the demonization greatly increased Qin Lang's strength, the demonic energy would also affect Qin Lang's judgment and temperament. So, even after hearing Young Monk Dan Ling's warning, Qin Lang still didn't forget to kill Ke Zunbei. He was ready to kill this guy once and for all.
However, before Qin Lang's fist could hit Ke Zunbei's body, a golden sword light suddenly appeared between Qin Lang's fist and Ke Zunbei's body. Not only did it block Qin Lang's killing punch, but it also pushed Qin Lang back more than ten meters.
Ke Zunbei had just escaped death's door. He hurriedly thanked the person who came, "Thank you, Martial Uncle, for saving my life!"
"Useless thing!"
The golden-robed middle-aged Daoist priest kicked Ke Zunbei to the side and scolded, "You can't even take care of an ant-like martial artist, and you were almost killed. What a disgrace!"
"Martial Uncle is right." Ke Zunbei knelt on the ground and accepted the scolding, not daring to resist.
The golden-robed Daoist priest looked at Qin Lang. His powerful mental power swept across Qin Lang's body like a sharp blade. "So it's an ant that's about to turn into a demon. No wonder you have such ability. However, in front of me, even if you turn into a demon, the only thing left for you is death! "
The golden-robed Daoist priest sneered and appeared in front of Qin Lang like a bolt of lightning. He was so fast that it was as if he could teleport.
"So fast!"
Qin Lang exclaimed in his heart. Before he could fully defend, the golden-robed Daoist priest's fist had already landed on his chest. This guy's speed was really too fast. Qin Lang couldn't even see the trajectory of his fist. He could only use his second mental world to barely catch the golden-robed Daoist priest's attack, and then use the move "Sealed Like Closed" to barely defend against the golden-robed Daoist priest's punch.
Rumble!
Qin Lang felt that his body had encountered a force that he had never experienced before. His body flew into the air involuntarily. Before he could spit out a mouthful of blood, the golden-robed Taoist appeared in front of Qin Lang again and fiercely struck his palm at Qin Lang.
Rumble!
Qin Lang's body fell from the sky and landed on the ground. His body created a huge pit with a diameter of ten meters in the solid rock. Before he could jump out from the pit, the golden-robed Daoist priest appeared in front of him again and punched Qin Lang's chest.
Boom!
A violent explosion rang out, and a person's body was smashed into pieces by the golden-robed Taoist priest's fist. The ground was covered in red and white matter. It was as if Qin Lang had been killed by the golden-robed Taoist priest's fist.
However, in the next instant, Qin Lang appeared behind the golden-robed Taoist priest.
Obviously, it wasn't Qin Lang who perished under the golden-robed Daoist priest's fist, but someone else.
"What a pity for a poison slave."
Qin Lang sighed inwardly. Qin Lang had used the "substitution" move just now. He had used the body of a poison slave to avoid the golden-robed Taoist priest's fatal punch.
Otherwise, the punch would have seriously injured Qin Lang. Although the previous two punches were powerful, Qin Lang had been prepared, and the injuries he suffered were not fatal. Qin Lang could completely withstand it.
This time, it could be said that Qin Lang had no power to fight back and was being abused.
The golden-robed Taoist priest didn't turn around. In this situation, if he turned around, the two of them would start fighting again. He knew that Qin Lang was now ready. And now, the golden-robed Taoist priest still wanted to talk to Qin Lang. "Yes, there are only a few ants in the Jianghu who can take three punches from me. Although you're not the strongest martial artist in the Jianghu, you have great potential. I'll give you a chance. You can choose to be our spokesperson in the secular world, and you can manage the Emei Sect. What do you think? "
"Spokesperson? You want me to be your dog? "Qin Lang sneered.
"Of course." The golden-robed Taoist priest said, "It's your honor to be my dog. When I become a Saint Immortal, you'll also be able to ascend to the heavens. So, being my dog is better than being an ant, right? "
"I like being an ant!" Qin Lang snorted and attacked again.
"You're courting death!" The golden-robed Taoist priest suddenly turned around and spat out a golden light from his mouth. The golden light shot towards Qin Lang's face at an indescribable speed.
"F * ck! Is that a flying sword or a flying needle? "
Qin Lang was shocked. He didn't expect the golden-robed Taoist priest to be able to stuff a flying sword into his mouth and spit it out. Could it be that his body could spit out flying swords as well?
Sure enough, when the 'flying needle' reached Qin Lang, it suddenly turned into a ten-meter-long sword that looked like it was going to cut Qin Lang in half.
Qin Lang didn't dare to use his fist to block such a terrifying flying sword and could only barely dodge it.
But in the next second, the huge flying sword shrunk again and slashed at him from another direction. Whether it was speed or aura, it was a hundred times stronger than Ke Zunbei!
"F * ck! Even a hundred Ke Zunbeis wouldn't be a match for this guy! "
Qin Lang cursed the Young Monk Dan Ling in his heart for making a mistake in his assessment of strength. This golden-robed Taoist priest's overall strength could kill a hundred Ke Zunbeis in a matter of seconds. This guy's movement technique, flying sword's speed, and power were all far superior to Ke Zunbei's, and he was firmly suppressing Qin Lang.
"Boss, hurry up and run! This guy's flying sword is a magical treasure, and a natal magical treasure at that. Of course it can change its size, and it's completely fused with his body and consciousness. You're not a match for it! "Young Monk Dan Ling reminded Qin Lang again.
This time, Qin Lang completely believed him. This golden-robed Taoist priest's strength was indeed unfathomable, so Qin Lang really did think of running away. But in this situation, whether to run or not was no longer up to Qin Lang. This was because the golden-robed Taoist priest had completely grasped the initiative. He seemed to have seen through Qin Lang's intentions. "Run? In front of me, there's no way out! "
As expected, Qin Lang had only run a few thousand meters when the golden-robed Taoist priest appeared in front of him, blocking his escape route.
In actuality, Qin Lang's movement technique wasn't slow at all. After entering the 'demon state', his movement technique wasn't slower than Ke Zunbei's flying sword, but he still couldn't outrun the golden-robed Taoist priest.
A Golden Core Cultivator was indeed a Golden Core Cultivator. A Cultivator who had stepped into the path of the Golden Core indeed possessed immeasurable strength.
"Stay here!"
The golden-robed Taoist priest shouted and slapped Qin Lang again. The palm formed a huge palm print, and it slammed Qin Lang down the cliff from mid-air. He landed heavily at the bottom of the valley, smashing countless rocks into powder. At the same time, he spat out a mouthful of blood.
"Die-"
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