"Get out, I am here to find Chen Yu!"

All plants in the world burst into waves, forming a earth-shaking power.

The ancestor of the Mu Clan Tongguang believed that the Supreme Elder of the Night Temple, the Wanxiang Gate, and the other two Hetian Realms were all helpers invited by Chen Yu.

However, the human race is just the realm of heaven.

The ancestor Tongguang didn't care about these four great realms of heaven.

With his mid-level god's cultivation and his profound foundation of more than 100,000 years, he has the ability to slowly kill these four great realms of heaven.

But if he could avoid it, he would not want to fight a group of divine realms.

"Don't you get out? Are you planning to be buried with that kid?"

The voice of the ancestor Tongguang is full of vicissitudes and tremendous, as if it represents the will of heaven and earth.

In his opinion, these Hetian Realm would not help Chen Yu regardless of his life, and would definitely retreat under a powerful threat.

The Supreme Elder of the Vientiane Gate and the Night Temple looked at each other and felt shaken in his heart.

Originally, it was difficult for the two major forces to join forces to deal with Tianwu Sect, and they were not sure of getting the gods and demons parts.

And now I will kill the ancestor Guangtong.

This is a middle-level god!

If the two great god-level forces fight against Tianwu Sect, even if they win, they will not be able to resist Guangtong's ancestor and only make wedding dresses for others.

But no one would be willing to let them retreat like this.

Two god-level forces, six great Hetian realms, ran over with great fanfare, but before the war started, they were scared to retreat in shame. It was really embarrassing.

So the atmosphere became awkward.

The ancestor Guangtong was unwilling to be enemies with all the Hetian realms here.

The Night Temple and the Vientiane Gate also don’t want to withdraw.

The atmosphere in the hospitality hall of Tianwu Sect also solidified.

The Lord of the Night God Temple and the Lord of the Wanxiang Sect had a stronger intention to retreat. First, Chen Yu gave them a feeling that they could not see through, and their strength might be much stronger than the average first level of heaven; second, the sudden appearance of the ancestor Guangtong made the situation even more chaotic.

The Sect Master Tianwu was worried and didn't know what to do. He temporarily placed his hope on Chen Yu and Meng Qingyun.

Meng Qingyun is a person admired by even the Supreme Elder. His cultivation level is at the peak of the first level and his strength is extraordinary.

As for Chen Yu, his strength cannot be measured by common sense.

Only Chen Yu was present, and his ideas did not change at all.

For him, neither the two god-level forces nor the Guangtong Ancestor were any threats.

"If you don't get out, I'll kill you first!"

Chen Yu's voice was so cold that it made the Lord of Wanxiang Sect and the Lord of Yeshen Temple shiver, and his soul trembled. A crisis emerged in his heart.

The two of them were secretly shocked. Before they could take action yet, they had a sign of danger.

"Will you withdraw?"

The master of the Wanxiang Sect sent a message to inquire.

"If you withdraw, I will retreat!"

The Lord of the Night Temple replied.

Just when the two were struggling.

boom!

Another powerful and shocking breath of divine power fluctuated.

I saw a dark blue cold wave coming from afar, the ice and snow of the world were falling, and a layer of frost condensed on the surface of Wushen Mountain, and many disciples were trembling with cold.

In the cold wave, there was a hazy and beautiful figure, and a breath of ice blue robe, like an ice god fairy.

"This place is so lively, even the ancestor Guangtong of the Wood tribe has arrived."

The ethereal sound sounded, which was extremely beautiful, but the sound had a chill that freezes everything, making people tremble.

"What are you doing when you don't stay with the Three-eyed Sea Clan? "

The ancestor Guangtong frowned.

The Three-eyed Sea Clan where Bingling God is located is far from here, but even he has heard of the reputation of Bingling God who often goes in seclusion and does not care about the world.

The Ice-ling God was a peerless genius of the Three-eyed Sea Clan thousands of years ago. Later, he successfully promoted to the divine realm, with his potential unabated, and he reached the second level of cultivation within ten thousand years.

What's even more terrifying is that the Ice God has the record of killing the Second Heaven.

This woman has the potential to win the supreme god!

"I will get something."

Ice-ling God is too lazy to go around in circles.

"A coincidence, I'm here to get something."

The ancestor Guangtong smiled and said.

Nearby, the Supreme Elder of the Night Temple, and two other casual cultivators, watched the two middle-level gods laughing and ignored them as passers-by, and felt a little unhappy, but no one dared to show it.

"Hey, our speed is still slow." The Supreme Elder of Wanxiangmen.

"Let's retreat first. Our two major forces cannot compete with these two middle-level gods, and they may even be wiped out."

"I hope that Tianwu Sect can do its best to bring some losses to these two median gods. In that case, we may have a chance."

The Supreme Elder of the Night Temple agreed to retreat.

Whoosh...

The two great god-level forces began to retreat.

In the hospitality hall, the Lord of the Night Temple and the Lord of the Wanxiang Sect were struggling with how to choose. At this moment, he received the order from the Supreme Elder and retreated immediately.

"Chen Yu, let's go now, but you will face enemies that are even more terrifying than the Night Temple and the Vientiane Gate."

Before leaving, the Lord of the Night Temple said viciously.

The two god-level forces retreated thousands of miles away, waiting for the Guangtong Ancestor, Bingling God and Tianwu to start a war.

"All the minions are gone, who can get that treasure depends on their ability."

The ancestor Guangtong had deep eyes and his momentum rose.

"good!"

The corners of Bingling God's mouth raised, she was confident and grabbed the parts of the gods and demons.

But at this moment.

Their goal this time was to walk out of the hospitality hall and look cold-hearted.

"They all got out, don't you guys get out?"

Chen Yu asked coldly.

"Hahaha, I'm still talking wildly until I die!"

The ancestor Guangtong laughed and rose up.

This human is so funny. Can't you see the current situation clearly?

"I don't know how you lived to this day."

The ancestor Guangtong sarcastically said.

He didn't take Chen Yu seriously at all, and was only worried about Bingling Shen, a competitor.

So, the ancestor Guangtong came up with a solution.

"Divine God, if this god can capture this son within ten moves, then give me that treasure, what if?"

The ancestor Guangtong did not take action in a hurry, but planned to make a bet with Bingling God.

He didn't want to fight with Bingling Shen and both sides were hurt. He made others get the advantage, so he thought of this method.

"I only need eight moves. If I win, that treasure will be mine!"

Bingling God's face remained unchanged, and his words were filled with extremely strong self-confidence.

She agreed to the Guangtong ancestor's approach, but both sides were bargaining. Once the expected value was reached, the bet would be established.

At this moment, the two middle-level gods regarded Chen Yu as the lamb who was slaughtered, and were just discussing who would slaughter that knife.

"Five moves! I'm the one who solves this problem with five moves, and the thing is mine!"

This is the biggest concession for the ancestor Guangtong.

"good!"

Bingling God agreed.
To be continued...