The Corpse Saint laughed and poked out his right hand. The Taoist patterns were intertwined, exactly the same as the Taoist patterns emitted by the decaying cloak. The Taoist Saint of the Corpse Saint should also be decaying.

The Taoist patterns were intertwined, wrapped in dark yellow morale, and the big hands were getting closer and closer to the gray feathered clothes.

Zhao Lei was already sweating profusely, but he was helpless and had no choice but to stop him. Even if the others were willing to help, they were unable to step forward and did not dare to move their fingers in front of the Corpse Saint.

Chen Pan couldn't even expose his atmosphere. Although the Corpse Saint did not emit an aura, his momentum was already more terrifying than the holy weapon, making people feel powerless to resist. Don't talk about himself, Meng Xuan, Yang Zhu, and Song Zhe were not in a better situation than himself.

Before seeing the saint, they were all arrogant and wanted to fight with the saint. Especially when Zhao Lei said that the corpse saint should be the weakest among the saints, these people were all injected with chicken blood, just like those warriors who wanted to kill dragons in Western mythology in previous lives. Now that they really saw the saint, they felt their weakness.

If you don’t become a saint, you will eventually become an ant. You can feel the power of a saint from these words before, but now you can only know the horror of a saint when you see it with your own eyes. Just one person, not to mention going forward to fight, you can even feel that you can’t control your breathing.

The Corpse Saint stood between heaven and earth, as if this space was controlled by him. Even the gray feathered robe, which was the most treasure, had now restrained his breath and struggled to support it, but the big hand that exuded a dark yellow aura was getting closer and closer and could not be stopped at all.

"Boom!" Seeing that the Corpse Saint was about to catch the gray feather suit, a stronger aura suddenly gushed out from the gray feather suit, rushing the Corpse Saint far away. Then the breath disappeared, but an old voice came out: "Want to grab the treasure? Try it!" This sound penetrated the sky, and the heaven and earth resonated with it.

The Corpse Saint stood up and heard the voice and was in chaos and chaotic. He shouted, "Is he your descendant?" This man didn't know who he was, but just a wisp of spiritual consciousness attached to the treasure could defeat the Corpse Saint. His strength was so terrifying that there would be no rival in the world.

It should be the ancestor of the Zhao family. Chen Pan thought to himself that his ancestors are all top-notch among saints. In just one sentence, they can turn such a large area of ​​the edge of Longting Mountain into a trial place for future generations, and no other family dares to go there. Now a single wisp of spiritual consciousness makes the corpse saint dare not step forward. It is indeed extremely terrifying.

The ancestor of the Zhao family did not respond to the question of the Corpse Saint, and seemed too lazy to pay attention to him.

"Wouldn't you be afraid of something happening if you ask your descendants to carry treasures to travel?" asked the Corpse Saint again.

"You can try!" The ancestor of the Zhao family replied again. Simple and straightforward.

The chaos on the face of the Corpse Saint is constantly changing. You can imagine that his heart is unstable and very contradictory.

After a while, the Corpse Saint seemed to have made some decision and stretched out a point on Chi Mei's forehead. Then he said, "Chi Mei, go and chase the Danren, regardless of whether you are alive, just bring his head back intact!"

"As for the order, sir!" Chi Mei replied respectfully, and then chased in the direction of Tan Jun's escape. Just now, the Corpse Saint passed a thread of spiritual consciousness on him. He could sense Tan Jun's position, and with the difference in strength between the two, as long as he caught up, he would definitely be able to capture it.

No matter how fast the floating speed is, it cannot compare to Chi Mei's speed in Taiyi Jinxian Realm. It is only a matter of time before being caught up. Everyone in Hezhou Bada Island knows that Tan Jun is in danger, but he dares not take any action to stop him. He can only watch Chi Mei leave.

Chen Pan is also. Now all the corpses of monsters have been destroyed. Without Tan Jun, with his mental power, he has up to two second-level swords, Lingxi swords, which are not enough to see Chi Mei.

The only thing I expected in my heart was that Chi Mei could not find Tan Jun's direction, but before Tan Jun ran away, he kept shouting, "He is here, he is here." It was obvious that he had sensed the arrival of the Corpse Saint. No one except the Corpse Saint could make him lose his composure. Since Tan Jun could sense the movement of the Corpse Saint, there was no reason for the Corpse Saint not to feel Tan Jun's escape. Since he allowed him to leave, he would definitely have a way to catch him.

After Chi Mei left, the Corpse Saint looked at the gray feathered elephant and said, "Your descendants insulted me and almost killed my heir to the Corpse Demon Cave. I must give him some punishment."

"You can try!" The ancestor of the Zhao family replied, neither saying it was OK nor saying it was OK. The gray feathered clothes emitted a thousand-foot-grey light, and the Taoist pattern fell from the nine heavens again.

The repeated performances of the Corpse Saint made the oppressive feeling in Chen Pan's heart suddenly disappear a lot. A saint actually felt humble. Even if the other party was a peerless strong man, it would have lost his temper. It seems that Lei said that the Corpse Saint is the most timid among the saints. It seems that it is not groundless. It is simply incredible that this kind of mind can become a saint.

The Corpse Saint pondered for a long time, and finally compromised: "Okay, then let's go of this matter, but I can't let these people go."

This time, the ancestor of the Zhao family did not speak, and it seemed to have made accusation.

"Old ancestor!" Zhao Lei's face changed drastically, and he shouted loudly: "The Holy action is taken, and no one here can escape.

"I can use the best martial arts and treasures of the family for you, but I told you a long time ago that I don't object to you doing anything, even if you want to destroy the world, I won't stop you. But I will take on your own business, and this is your business, and I will not interfere. I took action because he wanted to grab the treasure, and I will not care about other things. Even if you live and die with them, I will not stop you." The ancestor of the Zhao family said, which undoubtedly sentenced everyone in Hezhou Bada Island.

"Then I'll die with them!" Zhao Lei roared, and Qianyu came to kill the corpse saint. Meng Xuan, Yang Zhu, and Song Zhe took action one after another. The way of the person is to be scruples, but he is never afraid. Even if the opponent is a saint, he dares to draw the sword.

"Haha!" The Corpse Saint laughed and stretched out with his hand. The dark yellow corpse energy wrapped around Zhao Lei. Even though Zhao Lei was unparalleled in the world, he was like a caterpillar in front of the saint, and had no power to stop him.

The corpse gas entangled Zhao Lei, and then rolled it aside to trap him. Although the ancestor of the family said that regardless of Zhao Lei's life and death, the corpse saint was very optimistic about Zhao Lei's ancestor and did not dare to really kill Zhao Lei.

"Huh!" The Corpse Saint breathed at Meng Xuan and the others contemptuously. The people immediately felt as if they were hit hard and flew out ten thousand meters, with a flash of light on their bodies. Otherwise, they might have died, but they had lost their combat power. It was so terrifying, but they were just breathing.

"There is actually a protective technique. It seems that the origin is extraordinary, but I can't control it anymore, so just kill it by mistake!" The Corpse Saint smiled and slapped it with a palm.

This palm felt that the speed was not fast, but it became enlarged rapidly. The time for a breath was already overwhelming, and it felt like it had covered the entire Yunmengze. The space was shattering, and various auras and energy were constantly exploding.

The saint turned his actions upside down, but the ancestor of the Zhao family did not respond. Who can stop him at this time? (To be continued...
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