Thousands of Taoist patterns wrapped around Chen Pan, making his breath suddenly become extremely terrifying. For a moment, all the winged tribes were frightened and hesitated.

"This..." A figure flew out in great surprise, with a very strange expression on his face, shocked and frightened, and was the high priest.

From the time he discovered Chen Pan to the present, although he was worried for a while, he had always been expressionless and extremely calm, as if the overall situation was in his grasp, making all the winged tribes feel that everything was expected by the high priest.

But it was different at this moment. From the high priest's face, everyone not only saw disbelief, but also saw fear.

The people who are closest to God are actually afraid. How is this possible? All the winged tribes feel that they have seen hallucinations, but the facts are placed in front of them.

"How is it possible? It's not true. He is dead and hasn't left anything. This is definitely not his martial arts, nor is it his inheritance." The high priest was extremely shocked and murmured to himself regardless of the gazes of the people around him.

"Teacher, what's going on!" Commander Barry flew back. He was about to kill Chen Pan and found the abnormality of the high priest, so he naturally flew over to take a look first.

"No, it's not his martial arts! He is dead, his soul is scattered, and completely extinct by the Great Dao of Heaven and Earth. Even if the inheritance is left, no one can learn it! The high priest looked at Chen Pan in the distance and continued to talk to himself.

How could this happen? Commander Bali was very puzzled. The high priest he remembered was always wise, and Zhizhu was holding it. There was no problem, could he be. He was just a god-like person. How could such an abnormal situation occur today?

"It's useless, you can't escape, just resist stubbornly!" Andre shouted loudly.

Chen Pan did not talk nonsense, but directly used the dragon fist to respond to his provocation, and punched out, absorbing all the thousands of Taoist patterns and integrating them into one.

This is similar to using Emperor Xuanyuan's body to activate the dragon fist that day, and it is even more terrifying. The difference is that Emperor Xuanyuan's body releases a colorful divine dragon, but Chen Pan still releases a golden dragon-shaped energy.

This is related to the Tao of the two. Emperor Xuanyuan's Tao is the way of benevolent. He learns all Tao patterns but cannot truly integrate them. Chen Pan uses the Pan Art and the Magnificent Art to activate it, which is equivalent to the Tao patterns of power, which are like the sea and the sea, and are completely integrated.

As the old antique said, the ultimate of the Dao pattern of power is to transform the power of all things for one's own use. Chen Pan, who has learned thousands of Dao patterns, has slowly embarked on this path. Although he is still far from the final end, he has at least taken the first step.

The dragon fist, which merged with the power of thousands of patterns, was extremely powerful. It was like a golden dragon appearing in the world, waving its hideous minions and tearing apart everything that stood in front of him.

The speed was even more unimaginable, and it was completely beyond the comparison of the past. In the blink of an eye, it hit the wall made by the power of faith.

"Stop him, block him quickly, don't let him run away!" The high priest suddenly shouted loudly, feeling hoarse. The result has not yet appeared, but he seemed to have felt that Chen Pan could succeed.

The high priest's status was only under God, and the orders were prohibited. All the winged tribes immediately went to kill Chen Pan.

"Boom!" With a loud bang, the sky collapsed and the earth cracked, and the air waves surged into the sky. As the roar of the sea, it turned the people of the winged army and fell down. During the energy storm, the sound patterns of sound spread, as if the heaven and earth had just begun to open, and a chaotic sound was heard.

"Ah!" A scream sounded, and many powerful and winged tribes fell directly, either dead or injured, and lost their combat effectiveness.

A ray of sunlight slipped from the air, not the golden light of holy light or the power of faith. On the wall of the indestructible power of faith, a huge hole was in my sight. Although the power of faith kept pouring over and filling that hole, the time for recovery to be the first time was enough for Chen Pan to escape.

The incomplete Zhoutian Star Dou array appeared beside him, and Chen Pan had reached the entrance of the cave in three steps and was about to go out.

"Wuji, it's really Wuji! It's been billions of years, how could this boxing still appear? He has been dead for billions of years, it's impossible!"

The high priest was full of fear, almost unsteady, and he was about to fall down at any time. Some of the winged tribes wanted to come and support him, but he threw it away hard, and raised a dry finger to point at Chen Pan far away.

"Kill, everyone kills me, and at all costs, you must kill him!" The high priest roared loudly, and his shriveled body suddenly burst out with infinite power.

All the winged tribes were shocked and had never seen the high priest so disobedient. In everyone's impression, the high priest had never issued an order directly in such a passionate tone.

The calm, wise, and unstoppable demeanor of nothing had long disappeared. His panic looked like a desperate beast, wanting to destroy the hunter in front of him, and even die together.

"So it's you! Holy bombardment, judgment!" Commander Barry immediately took action. The high priest was his teacher. He knew better than others. He could make him lose his composure so much. The person in front of him was absolutely extraordinary.

From this dragon fist, he also recognized that Chen Pan had fought with him. Chen Pan left a very deep impression on him back then, especially this dragon fist.

Although the golden dragon-shaped energy cannot break through its faith armor, its attack power is rare.

Moreover, the other party is just a saint. He has never won the victory, and has brought his strength to the extreme, but he has not been able to keep the other party. The first time he encountered this situation, Commander Barry naturally had a deep memory.

Now this man is back, not only that, but also becomes stronger. The punch in front of him alone is enough to prevent himself from being as scruple as before. Being able to break through the walls made by the power of faith can naturally break up his armor of faith.

"Kill him, he is the man in the main world, the greatest demon, and will destroy everything!" the high priest shouted.

Seeing that Chen Pan was about to escape, he was desperate and said nothing.

All the winged tribes were slightly stunned. They were brainwashed by the power of faith and did not know much about the so-called main world. The masters knew something about it, but they didn't know how much they had.

Just the words of the high priest are equivalent to God's will and cannot be violated.

"Joseph, sound the horn of battle, and you must not let him escape, hurry!" The high priest shouted loudly, not knowing whether he had restored his mind to the tranquility or was thinking of using all means.

The horn of the battle sounded immediately and spread throughout every inch of land in the God Realm of Light.

Chen Pan, who had already drilled out of the hole, was also slightly stunned. The high priest's voice was extremely loud, and he could hear it clearly.

The surprise in my heart was almost uncontrollable. This old man actually saw his origin. How could it be!

Without thinking too much, Chen Pan immediately flew to the distance and wanted to escape. (Welcome to your support, my greatest motivation.)
Chapter completed!