"The ancestor won't give you this treasure, because he belongs to me, and even the ancestor can't take it away, let alone you!"

As soon as Zhao Lei said this, Chen Pan and Zhao Sen vaguely felt what he was going to do.

Sure enough, he stretched out his right hand, and Kunpeng's feathered clothes immediately emitted endless gray light and flew over quickly, falling into the palm of his hand.

Zhao Sen was dumbfounded and disbelief, and murmured to himself: "Why, why! It's okay for the ancestor to choose me, even a treasure actually dislikes me, why, why! I am Zhao Sen, I am Kunpeng, and I am the ancient royal family! Whoever dares to look down on me, can anyone look down on me!"

Pride seems to be something that every ancient royal family is born with. Not only Zhao Lei, Zhao Sen, Prince Qilin, but also the White Tiger Prince and the children of the big families in Zhongshu all have this feeling.

They are the prides of heaven, born different from others, and have enough capital to be proud.

The choice of the Great Sage Kunpeng back then made Zhao Sen extremely hurt. He couldn't understand why this happened. A proud person suddenly found that he had become another person's spare tire, or his younger brother who had been educated. The feeling and taste, if it were not for the person involved, no one could fully understand it.

People can make choices because of subjective feelings. No matter the old man, he will spoil his grandchildren to varying degrees. Even if it is not big, there will always be differences, more or less.

Zhao Sen has always been confused by the Great Sage of Kunpeng, so he made such a decision to comfort himself. Even so, the jealous hatred in his heart is as high as the sky and deep as the sea.

At this moment, Kunpeng's feathered elf's performance once again hit him. It would be fine if Kunpeng's great saint looked down on him, but he was just a magic weapon, and he treated himself with such an attitude.

How can you endure this? How can you endure this?

In an instant, Zhao Sen's reason completely collapsed and rushed towards Zhao Lei regardless of everything. The terrible aura was even better than before. He was burning the origin of life and wanted to die with Zhao Lei.

Chen Pan was worried about Zhao Lei's safety and was about to take action, but Zhao Lei stretched out his hand. It was okay to signal.

The Kunpeng feather suit in his hand flashed and directly merged into Zhao Lei's body. He didn't see anything else on him, but Chen Pan felt that Zhao Lei seemed to have surpassed the realm of a saint at this moment.

Facing Zhao Sen, who was rushing towards him, Zhao Lei had no expression on his face. When he was about to approach, his wings suddenly flashed, and a terrifying energy appeared in an instant, directly blowing Zhao Sen hundreds of thousands of miles away.

This scene shocked Chen Pan. As expected, as Zhao Lei said, Kunpeng Yuyi was born with him and could only exert the greatest power in his hands. Zhao Sen, who burned the origin of life, was not as terrifying as his usual heyday, but was knocked away by Zhao Lei in an understatement.

At this moment, Zhao Lei, who had merged with Kunpeng's feathered clothes, even if he had tried his best, he would probably not be able to resist.

"Kill you, I will die with you! Without you, everything would not be like this." Zhao Sen roared and killed him again. He had lost his mind, and the expression on his face was ferocious and painful.

Chen Pan looked quietly from the side. He could understand Zhao Sen's pain. If Yu was born, how could he be born Liang? Without Zhao Lei, he was now the master of Kunpeng Island. Not just a simple and important person.

Some people may criticize him for having ambitions, so why not start a business? But even Zhao Lei will not say anything about establishing a business at this time.

The racial portal concept of the demon clan is deeply rooted, just like the Kunpeng clan in front of him. Even if there is no change, there are only three people. However, a single order can make hundreds of millions of bird-like demon clans obey orders. They are all at the peak of saints, and even the royal clans of other demon clans have to pay tribute to the great saints when they see Kunpeng.

Not to mention anything else, we must know that the forces of the two royal tribes of the Eagle and Peng tribes will definitely have the strength to fight against the Kunpeng tribe today. However, because of this racial portal concept, we voluntarily become ministers. For millions of years, royal tribes like the White Tiger Prince have been almost invisible.

If you fight in the world, you may be as invincible as the Jiuli Emperor, and even the ancient royal family has to bow down and surrender, otherwise you will have to rely on the strength of your family to complete it better.

Especially now, if Zhao Lei is not the Kunpeng clan, even if he is so strong, it will be extremely difficult to get the recognition of other demon clans.

If he is given time, he does have the hope of becoming stronger step by step and finally competing with other forces in the world. However, it will take at least thousands or tens of thousands of years, and almost no powerful force can be achieved overnight. But the battle on the Emperor Road has begun, and without the recognition of other demon clans, it is a joke that he, a commander, competes for the position of the Demon Emperor, is simply a joke.

If it were not for the recognition of the Great Sage Kunpeng, Zhao Sen would be a powerful demon clan in the eyes of the demon clan, not the ancient royal clan, which made him feel at ease.

"I know the pain in your heart, but this cannot be a reason to forgive you. If the ancestor and Qixia are safe, I will imprison you at most, but I can keep you safe in my lifetime. Unfortunately, I can't do it now."

Zhao Lei looked at Zhao Sen and said lightly. Before, he went to the meeting alone, but he was actually childish and had some fantasies, hoping that he could resolve it peacefully. When Chen Pan came to help and the situation reversed, he just hoped that this cousin could return to the future. Even if Nan Mingchi was destroyed, he was only angry at Zhao Sen and did not have complete murderous intent.

After all, everything was indeed because he and the ancestor were sorry for him, and he shattered his dream and took away everything that should have belonged to him. Just as Zhao Sen said, many things were indeed forced out by himself and the ancestor.

But now it’s different. The ancestor died and Qixia died. No reason can be forgiven for Zhao Sen. If you can’t avenge them, will you still be yourself?

"Cousin, this is the last time I called you that. I miss the past very much. Although I was often scolded by you, I can make me feel so happy."

Zhao Lei looked at Zhao Sen and felt a little regretful. If he had not thought carefully back then and responded to the request of the ancestor, brothers were still brothers, grandfathers and grandchildren were still grandfathers and grandchildren. The so-called imperial hegemony seemed not that important.

"For the sake of the ancestor and Qixia, you should die!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Lei disappeared, and at the same time, Zhao Sen suddenly disappeared.

Chen Pan looked at Jiutian. The aura he could capture seemed to be heading towards the sky. Kunpeng Supreme is the speed Taoist pattern, and Kunpeng feathered clothes were refined with his body. After merging with Zhao Lei, his speed reached a terrifying level. In an instant, Zhao Sen had already brought Zhao Sen to the nine heavens. Perhaps outside the nine heavens, even Chen Pan could not see any trace with the magic technique of observing.

After a long time, Zhao Lei's figure slowly descended from above the nine heavens. There was no joy of the winner on his face, only endless loneliness.

Kunpeng is the legendary powerful man who soars outside the nine heavens. He buried Zhao Sen outside the nine heavens, which is to retain his last face.

If you win this battle, it is an ending that the winner cannot bear. (To be continued...)
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