"Little beast, you...you dare to destroy my Thousand Spider Poison Blade, I will fight you."

Bang, bang, bang.

Seeing that his magic weapon and beast soul were destroyed by Chen Changsheng, the middle-aged man's face instantly became ferocious. He roared in his mouth and reached out to grab Chen Changsheng.

"Chen Dong, retreat." The old man's face darkened and he scolded. With his eyesight, he could naturally see that although Chen Changsheng's cultivation level was only in the holy body realm, his methods were extremely amazing.

Chen Dong was not only the guards of the royal palace, but also the subordinate tribe of their Chen family.

Very talented.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have brought him here and seized his destiny. How could he watch him die in Chen Changsheng's hands?

"Get back...ret back?"

Hearing the old man's scolding, Chen Dong's mind trembled and he realized instantly that he could not beat the other party in his prime. What's more, now he has even destroyed the beast soul and the Thousand Spider Poison Blade. He rushed up to fight with Chen Changsheng in a desperate battle, which is simply seeking death.

Chen Dong, who had already realized it in his heart, was also shocked and subconsciously wanted to escape back.

"Don't you think it's too late to leave?" Chen Changsheng's eyes narrowed, and the gun intent on his body instantly emerged. With a sound, he saw that the gun intent entrenched on his head instantly turned into a golden python dragon and swept towards Chen Dong.

"Gun intention, and the heavenly-level marksmanship?"

"hiss!"

Seeing the methods Chen Changsheng used, the faces of the people in the Wuqiong Emperor Dynasty changed slightly. Although the heavenly rank magic is not rare in their imperial dynasty, even in the royal palace’s library, at least ten or eight heavenly rank magic can be found.

But there are very few people like Chen Changsheng who can cultivate artistic conception...

"Boy, stop me."

Bang!

Without waiting for Chen Changsheng's gun to swept over Chen Dong, the old man with an angry face took action. His majestic aura instantly evolved into an ancient beast bone tower, trying to cover Chen Dong.

"Are you supernatural powers?"

Seeing the bone tower condensed by the old man, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but shake his head secretly. Although the powerful people who have refined the destiny can understand the means of creating the magical powers of the emperor realm, there are also strong and weak. The means created by some powerful people in the destiny realm are enough to be comparable to the magical powers of the emperor realm. If the perception is not thorough enough, the means of creation may be worse than those of the heavenly level.

The old man used the method only two or three points better than ordinary heavenly magic.

Compared with the magical powers of Yuan Tiangang and Zhang Xinyu, they have been investigated for more than 108,000 miles.

"You want to stop me too?"

Chen Changsheng sneered twice. Seeing that Chen Dong's beast soul had been bitten by the turtle soul so that there was no bone residue left. His eyes narrowed. Before the old man's ancient tower could protect Chen Dong, the sovereign cauldron directly hit him.

"Crush."

Bang……

The Sheji Cauldron hit the bone tower and made a muffled sound. He saw that the old man's seven or eight-meter-high bone tower was crushed to pieces by Chen Changsheng's Sheji Cauldron...

The gun meant it and swept on Chen Dong.

The latter didn't even have time to scream, and his whole body burst into a bloody mist.

"Chen... Commander Chen is dead?"

Seeing Chen Dong's miserable situation, the group of people from the Wuqiong Emperor Dynasty were stunned. The eyes of Chen Changsheng became frightened. Chen Xuesong, who was standing beside the old man, also felt trembling in his heart. Subconsciously, he took a few steps back. Seeing that the old man's face was pale, he quickly said, "Grandpa, are you okay?"

"fine."

The old man gritted his teeth, looked at Chen Changsheng with a resentful look, and said buzzingly: "Boy, do you dare to kill the people from our Wuqiong Emperor Dynasty? Humph! I will immediately stop and hand over the three thousand thunder tribulations. I can spare your life. Otherwise, not only you two, but also your family and sect will pay the price for today's affairs..."

"Stop it?"

Chen Changsheng chuckled twice, and when he heard the other party's threat, a strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes. The Wuqiong Emperor Dynasty, an existence that was even more terrifying than the five giants of Kunlun, had heard of it as early as the Wanbeast Palace, but the Wuqiong Emperor Dynasty was not in Zhongzhou, but in a remote territory, so its name was not so loud.

Even the Ten Thousand Beast Palace, the Tianji Sect may not be able to withstand the anger of Emperor Wuqiong Dynasty.

"Since that's the case, then you all stay!" Chen Changsheng's eyes became cold. He didn't want to cause the Ten Thousand Beast Palace and the Demon Palace to harm him because of his own reasons.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

Feeling the murderous intent on Chen Changsheng, the momentum of the turtle soul also surged. He raised his cute little claws and rushed towards another guard from the Wuqiong Emperor's dynasty.

"court death."

Swish!

Seeing Chen Changsheng and Turtle Soul and attacked, a trace of cold murderous intent flashed in the old man's eyes. He gritted his teeth and said, "Hmph! Let's go together and kill this little beast..."

"Yes, the old prince."

More than a dozen people from the Wuqiong Emperor Dynasty instantly sacrificed their magic weapons and surrounded Chen Changsheng.

Chen Xuesong, who was standing aside, stared at Bai Ningxue with fear. Seeing that she did not help Chen Changsheng, he felt a little relieved. He knew very well that if Chen Changsheng and Bai Ningxue joined forces, in the end, even if they were the Wuqiong Emperor Dynasty, they could kill these two people.

The price you pay may be unbearable.

"Grandpa, which sect is that kid from? His methods are so powerful that even Chen Dong is broken into his hands?" Chen Xuesong looked at Chen Changsheng with a gloomy face and said in a voice.

"have no idea……"

The old man shook his head, looked at Bai Ningxue with a vigilant look on his face, and pondered: "As far as I know, Zhongzhou, Kunlun and other sects in the territory do not have such monsters. I believe that they should be descendants of those old monsters who have not been born!"

An old monster who is not born?

After hearing the old man's words, Chen Xuesong's eyelids also pounded wildly. Although he wanted to immediately take over the three thousand thunder tribulations in Bai Ningxue's hand, he also asked with some concern: "Grandpa, that kid is really... If we were descendants of those old monsters, would we be in trouble if we killed him?"

"What trouble?"

The old man raised his eyelids, looked at the figures of Chen Changsheng and Turtle Soul, and sneered: "Hmph! Here, let alone one death, two people, even if all 3 or fifty sects are killed, it is still a common thing. What's more, as long as you return to the Wuqiong Emperor Dynasty, what about the old monster? Who dares to come and cause trouble for us?"
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