Chapter 441 Stealing

"Break it for me!"

Zhao An's giant sword swung, as if to split the sky in half. Under one sword, he cut off Han Chen's silver and white gun, and Han Chen vomited blood and flew back thousands of meters.

"Waste!"

Zhao An stood with a sword and spit out two words coldly.

Zhao An's contempt made Han Chen's face pale and white, and he spit out two mouthfuls of blood.

"I heard that among your sons, the cold posture is the highest. Why didn't he come? You are not my opponent. I won't kill you. You'd better go back and practice for a few more years."

Zhao An said coldly.

Han Chen's face changed again. Han Bing has always been a mountain on the head of their saints. From childhood to age, they can only look up at Han Bing. Everything is pressed by Han Bing. They can't beat Zhao An's tone. Moreover, in front of so many people of the spirit demon clan, it is even more impossible for Han Chen to leave, otherwise He will no longer face people in the spiritual clan.

"Zhao An, do you deserve the cold ice? Humph, I will kill you today."

After saying that, a flashing magic weapon appeared in Han Chen's hand, and the powerful air suddenly permeated the whole battlefield, and wisps of power dispersed, sweeping everything.

"Zhongpin Taoist?" Zhao An's face was a little solemn.

"That's right, Voldemort Circle. Zhao An, you can die in front of this famous magic weapon, and you can also close your eyes.

The Voldemort Circle is a fierce and famous magic weapon. At the time of the war between the spirit clan and the demon clan, I don't know how many demons drank and hated under the Voldemort Circle and became a big nightmare for the demon people.

"You don't want to hear that you are a waste. I really think you can defeat me with a foreign object and dream." Zhao An was not afraid in the face of the magic circle.

"Well, okay, I'll see how hard you will be." Han Chen smiled angrily, shook the magic circle in his hand, and attacked Zhao An.

Zhao An looked at the magic circle that turned into the size of a grinding disc in mid-air. The center of the magic circle turned into a black hole, raising a strong suction. A great pressure enveloped him alone. Such a powerful magic weapon, half of the air machine did not leak, only aimed at him and suppressed him.

Zhao An roared, lifted the long sword in his hand and swept to the Voldemort Circle. The Voldemort Circle did not move at all, and looked at his attack as nothing. It slowly and heavily pressed down, and the surrounding space could not help but be broken.

"Cluck!"

Zhao An's bones were oppressed and made a crisp sound, and his whole body seemed to be a few inches shorter. Zhao An tried his best to resist, but he could not resist the pressure of the magic circle.

The magic circle had come to the top of his head, and wisps of black magic blood flowed from the corners of Zhao An's mouth.

"Demon!"

Seeing Zhao An's situation, several people in the demon army shouted that they wanted to rush out to save Zhao An.

Zhao An waved his hand back with difficulty, signaling the demons behind him not to come to help.

The Voldemort Circle descended to the top of Zhao An's head, and he was about to turn him into powder. Suddenly, a black light on his body rose to the sky and rushed to the Voldemort Circle. Affected by this black glow, the Voldemort Circle rose hundreds of meters.

Zhao An hung a dark and lightless treasure mirror above his head, which was undulating and emitted endless black light. It was this treasure mirror that eased the whole crisis.

Originally, he was not going to use this treasure mirror. He hoped to fight against the demon circle on his own and sharpen himself under pressure. He has always been practicing to achieve today's achievements. However, this Voldemort Circle is so powerful that his suppressed body has been cracked. If he doesn't use this spirit-killing mirror, he will definitely die.

"Spirit Destroyer!"

Han Chen looked at the black treasure mirror suspended above Zhao An's head. At first glance, he recognized the fierceness of this treasure mirror. This spirit mirror also made the spirit clan have an indelible painful memory.

"Han Chen, I don't think you have the advantage of magic weapons, why do you fight with me?" Zhao An shouted coldly, hung the spirit mirror on his head, and attacked Han Chen.

Zhou Qi watched the battle between the two from afar. Each of these two people is extremely strong and has a magic weapon of the middle-grade Taoist level. When he is against these two people, he can only remain undefeated at most. If he wants to defeat them, it is impossible.

After looking at it for a while, Zhou Qi was no longer interested in the battle between the two. Obviously, the demon Zhao An's cultivation is much more advanced than that of Han Chen, and his combat experience and combat consciousness are much better than that of Han Chen. In the case of comparable magic weapons, Han Chen will undoubtedly lose.

Zhou Qi saw that everyone's attention was focused on Zhao An and Han Chen. He moved, slowly disappeared, and sneaked towards the purple god gold vein. This purple god gold is very useful and can refine the magic weapon that can be promoted. More importantly, it can also promote the promotion of the magic weapon, which is also very useful for him. He was willing to follow everyone here without the purpose of collecting purple divine gold. Now, everyone's attention is attracted by Zhao An Hanchen, which is a good opportunity to collect purple divine gold.

He quickly shuttled to the bottom of the ground with five elements of seclusion and entered the purple gold veins. The fist-sized purple gold mines were inlaid in the rocks, shining the purple gas of this vein, like a dreamland, which was extremely beautiful.

He used the five-eed gold control formula and began to collect these purple god gold crazily. The purple god gold quietly broke away from the shackles of the rock and gathered in his hands.

Although this vein is a small vein, it is also a vein no matter how small it is. The purple divine gold contained is extremely rare for the whole spiritual clan or demon clan, but compared with Zhou Qi alone, it is extremely huge. Pieces of purple divine gold are immersed in his storage ring, and he put the purple divine gold of this vein. After collecting them, there are tens of thousands of yuan, each of which is the size of a fist. These purple gold is not only enough for him to promote his own magic weapon, but also have a lot left for Lei Meng and others to use.

The changes in the vein did not attract anyone's attention. Originally, there were people monitoring in the veins all the time, but the war between Zhao An and Han Chen attracted everyone's attention. No one would have thought that someone would take this opportunity to steal the purple divine gold, and this purple divine gold vein was laid by the masters of the two clans. The re-array method is forbidden, and there is no mistake.

Zhou Qi collected all the purple gold, then quickly returned and appeared in the cave where he was. No one found that in such a short time, he alone collected the whole purple gold.

Zhou Qi looked out again. The battle between the demon Zhao An and Han Chen was about to be won or lost. Han Chen was chased by Zhao An all the way and vomited blood. If it hadn't been for the guardian of the demon circle, he would have fallen.

"Enough!"

One person in the spiritual crowd snorted coldly, and a white light shot at Zhao An.

Zhao An destroyed the spirit-killing mirror above his head and shot a black light towards the white light. One black and one white light met in the air, exulating a brilliant brilliance, and a circle of horrible fluctuations spread outward at the position of the collision.

Han Chen took this opportunity to withdraw from the spiritual army and disappeared.

Zhao An moved slightly and spit out a mouthful of magic blood. He suffered a loss in this battle.

He cast his eyes into the spiritual army and looked in the direction of the white light, and an old man with white hair also looked in his direction.

"Bai San."

Zhao An's eyes narrowed slightly, shooting a light of danger and anger. Although the Bai family in Lingzhou is not the four families, it is more difficult to deal with than the four families. The three sons of the Bai family became famous thousands of years ago, and their cultivation was unfathomable.

The boss of the Bai family is extremely mysterious and has long been missing. It is not clear whether he is dead or alive. The second brother of the Bai family is the absolute confidant of the owner of the Holy Spirit Pavilion in the Holy Spirit Pavilion. Unexpectedly, the third brother of the Bai family actually appeared in the Minglan Sand Sea.

"Isn't it shameful for Elder Bai to bully the young?" Zhao An didn't move like a mountain and asked Bai San.

"Hum, Zhao boy, you are indeed a person. If it hadn't been for my fear of identity, you would have been ashes and smokeless, and you could still be noisy. Get out of here."

Bai San didn't care about Zhao An's questioning and waved gently.

With Bai San's wave, a huge irresistible force came from Bai San's hand and swept Zhao An to the demon army.

"Bai San, how majestic you are. Is this how you bully the younger generation? Sure enough, it's still the same as before, shameless and shameless."

A voice came from behind Zhao An, and at the same time, a soft force held Zhao An and disintegrated the surging force in front of him.

"Five Uncle!"

Zhao An saluted the people behind him.

"Well, Zhao An, there is nothing to do with you here. I'll deal with this shameless white third." Zhao An's fifth uncle said loudly, and his voice spread all over the army of the two demons. Obviously, it was intentional.