The original repairer

Chapter 287 Flying Bat King

The monk in the gray robe and blue shirt raised his eyelids slightly and looked at him. "I didn't mean to meddle in other people's business, but seeing that you died so unjustly and I happened to be passing by, I decided to do it."

The male cultivator felt a pang of pain in his heart, remembering his junior sister's betrayal. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. "Junior and I have been together for many years, and we are as close as brother and sister. But I never thought she could be so cruel. It really chills my heart."

The gray-robed and blue-shirted monk sneered, "People are treacherous, especially in this world of cultivation. What you think is a deep brotherly love may be worthless in her eyes. However, don't be too sad. Just think of it as a recognition of a person's true self."

The male cultivator slowly stood up. Although his wound still ached, his eyes gradually became firm. "Senior, what you have taught me is that after this incident, I will be more cautious and will not trust others easily. However, since you saved my life, I must repay you. If you have any instructions, please feel free to tell me."

The gray-robed and blue-shirted monk looked him over and nodded slightly. "Your cultivation is too low, only in the late stage of foundation building. Not only can you not help me, but you could also get killed at any time in the territory of the Sixteen Peaks of Qingming Mountain. You should leave quickly, as there might be a big battle soon."

After hearing the words of the gray-robed and blue-shirted monk, the male cultivator felt a little unwilling, but he also knew that his current strength was indeed low.

He gritted his teeth and said, "Senior, I understand my own limited strength, but I must repay your life-saving grace. I will wait for you outside the Sixteenth Peak. If you need anything, just give me a call and I will come."

"You'd better leave quickly. Once the Demon King attacks, even if there are thousands of you, you won't be able to resist and will only lose your lives." The gray-robed monk sighed.

"Demon King? Senior, are you going to fight the Demon Kings of these sixteen peaks?" The male cultivator took a breath and said in surprise.

"Hurry up and go! Hurry up and go! Don't get in the way here." The gray-robed monk said absent-mindedly, as if he was shooing away a fly.

The male cultivator knew that if he continued to insist, it would only add to the troubles of the gray-robed and blue-shirted monk, so he bowed deeply to the gray-robed and blue-shirted monk.

"Senior, I will withdraw first. Please be careful, I look forward to your safe return." After the male cultivator finished speaking, he turned and walked towards the outskirts of the Sixteen Peaks territory.

As he walked, he looked back, his heart filled with worry for the monk in gray robe and blue shirt.

The male cultivator's pace gradually quickened. He wanted to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

However, when he was halfway there, he suddenly heard a loud roar behind him.

He was startled and couldn't help looking back. He saw a flash of light in the depths of the sixteenth peak, and the fluctuations of spiritual power spread out in all directions like surging waves.

"Senior..." The male cultivator was filled with worry, knowing the battle had already begun. His feet felt like they were nailed to the ground, and for a moment he didn't know whether to continue leaving or turn back.

Just as he was hesitating, a powerful force surged from behind him and pushed him far away.

The male cultivator rolled on the ground several times before he regained his balance. He looked up and saw a giant flying bat appear in the sky above the Sixteenth Peak. This flying bat exuded a powerful aura and was none other than the Demon King of the Sixteenth Peak.

The male cultivator was filled with fear. He knew he couldn't stay here any longer. He stood up and ran desperately towards the exit.

At this time, deep in the sixteenth peak, a monk in a gray robe and blue shirt was engaged in a thrilling duel with the demon king.

The gray-robed, blue-shirted monk, sword in hand, moved like lightning, his sword shadow flashing as he attacked the demon king. The demon king, unwilling to be outdone, flapped his massive wings, stirring up a gust of wind that whistled sharply as it swept towards the gray-robed, blue-shirted monk.

The monk in gray robe and blue shirt was muttering something, and the spiritual power on his body shone brightly, forming a shield to block the strong wind.

Then he flashed and instantly appeared above the demon king, stabbing down with the sword in his hand.

The demon king felt the threat above his head, and his body spun rapidly, grabbing the gray-robed and blue-shirted monk with his sharp claws.

The two attacks collided, causing a deafening explosion.

The powerful impact force spread in all directions, uprooting the surrounding trees and blowing the rocks into pieces.

The monk in gray robe and blue shirt leaped back due to the impact, his eyes becoming more determined.

He knew that this demon king was not easy to deal with, and he had to give it his all. He formed seals with his hands and chanted an ancient spell. His spiritual power gathered into runes and flew towards the demon king.

The demon king roared, opened his massive mouth, and spit out a stream of black flames. The flames collided with the rune, instantly devouring it.

But the gray-robed and blue-shirted monk did not stop attacking. He continued to form seals, and more runes rushed towards the demon king.

The male cultivator outside the Sixteenth Peak had already run some distance, but he could still feel the powerful spiritual power fluctuations coming from behind him.

In his heart, he silently prayed for the gray-robed and blue-shirted monk, hoping that he could defeat the demon king. At the same time, he secretly vowed to practice hard, improve his own strength, and never let himself be so powerless again.

In mid-air, Shi Chen suppressed the Flying Bat King in a battle, feeling relaxed and comfortable. The Golden Realm was stronger than the Flying Bat King, and his magic also suppressed it.

As the fight went on, the Flying Bat King felt very frustrated. The cultivator in front of him was not someone he could crush, but he had the advantage of speed, and now he couldn't hit him, which made him very upset.

It let out an angry roar, flapped its wings violently, and rushed towards Shi Chen like lightning, trying to break through Shi Chen's defense with its speed.

Shi Chen's lips curled up slightly, revealing a hint of disdain. He calmly mobilized his spiritual power, forming a solid barrier in front of him. The Flying Bat King slammed into the barrier and was repelled.

The Flying Bat King was unwilling to accept defeat. It circled in the air for a few times, then opened its mouth and spit out a cloud of black mist. The mist quickly spread and enveloped the entire battlefield.

Shi Chen frowned, sensing the strong toxicity of the mist. He immediately channeled his spiritual energy, forming a protective shield around his body to keep the mist out.

"A mere trifle." Shi Chen said, forming a seal with his hands. A golden light shot out from his hands, directly penetrating the mist and shooting towards the Flying Bat King.

The Flying Bat King sensed danger and quickly dodged, but the light was so fast that it still grazed its wings, leaving a deep wound.

The Flying Bat King let out a cry of pain. Knowing it was no match for Shi Chen, it began to retreat. It turned and flew towards the depths of the Sixteenth Peak, hoping to escape the battlefield.

"You want to run? Can you leave without my permission?" Shi Chen shouted loudly, and his figure flashed and appeared next to the Flying Bat King. He kicked it with a kick from top to bottom, knocking it into the air and hitting the ground rapidly.

Bang!

The huge monster body fell to the ground, leaving a deep pit.