"..."

Xiao Chen was speechless, I am your grandson!

puff.

The old fortune teller spat out another mouthful of blood, suppressing his violent summons.

The power of the souls of Emperor Xuanyuan and the old man with white eyebrows also fell on it.

For a while, the two sides were in a stalemate.

"Is there something wrong with the origin?"

Xiao Chen also realized something and his heart sank.

Boom.

Just as he was thinking about it, a divine thunder fell from the sky and struck down hard.

Xiao Chen, who was sitting cross-legged, was unable to dodge and was hit directly.

His body trembled suddenly, and there was a little smoke coming from the top of his head.

"It's Xiao Chen's thunder disaster."

"That's right, it's not his..."

"Lei Yun was right, it's him!"

"Didn't you say he belonged to the Supreme Elder?"

Everyone in Tianshan looked at Xiao Chen and then at the God of Shepherd.

Just now, he was the one who vowed that these thunder clouds were gathered for the Supreme Elder.

The result...has changed like this?

The face of the Shepherd changed, sometimes green, sometimes white, angry and a little embarrassed.

He looked at Xiao Chen and suddenly came up with the idea that this thunder disaster was coming for Xiao Chen.

It seems like this guy can't hide?

Then just chop him to death!

If Xiao Chen could really be killed, everyone would be happy.

boom.

The second divine thunder fell.

"Damn it, are you watching yourself being struck by lightning, but you can't do anything?"

From God's perspective, Xiao Chen gritted his teeth.

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Chapter completed!