"Despicable Dragon Clan, you actually used a secret move?" The ancestor Kunpeng let out a roar.
It turned out that dust was nothing else. It was the rust that Long Chen scraped off the chain when he landed on the ghost ship, and the terrifying power of time was attached to it.
Even the terrifying body of the ancestor Kunpeng could not withstand the corrosion of the power of time, and the wound rotted on a large scale in an instant.
"Boom boom boom..." The ancestor Kunpeng rolled wildly, trying to throw Long Chen off his back.
"puff"
Unfortunately, not only did he not throw Long Chen down, but Long Chen took the opportunity to slash on the other wing of the ancestor Kunpeng.
"call"
Long Chen sprinkled another handful of rust on his wound, and he still had time to sneer:
"First, I'm not a dragon clan. Second, when it comes to being despicable, who can be despicable than your Kunpeng clan?
They all knelt down and begged for mercy and bowed down to surrender, but they secretly plotted against the Dragon Clan. I just used his own way and gave him his own body.
Even if you don’t talk about the first two things, you are a powerful man with a three-flower level earth master who has lived a long time ago, but you are here to deal with me, a rookie who has just entered the Immortal King realm. Are you not despicable?
Why? Have you been living for so many years and all your cultivation has reached this point? You are covered in fur and laugh at others as if they look like chickens?"
"Boom boom boom..."
The ancestor Kunpeng was struggling wildly, but he could not throw Long Chen off. Long Chen was like a barnacle attached to the bottom of the ship. He could not do anything to the ancestor Kunpeng with any force.
At this time, the ancestor Kunpeng was also panicked. He was as powerful as him. Long Chen seized an opportunity and could kill him.
If he continues to waste this, his wounds will not heal. In order to resist the corrosion of copper rust, he must consume a large amount of original power to erase the power of time.
He will become weaker and weaker, and Long Chen is like a cheetah hiding in the dark. Once he seizes the opportunity, he will give him a fatal blow.
"Restore human form, otherwise how could he be thrown off?"
Countless strong men in the distance looked at the struggle of Kunpeng ancestor who was struggling wildly. They were willing to rescue him, but they could not get close to him for fear of being injured by accident, so someone shouted.
After receiving the reminder from that person, the ancestor Kunpeng immediately shrank, and just as he was about to turn into a human form.
"Puff"
His pair of wings left his body and was torn off by Long Chen. The ancestor Kunpeng screamed again.
"Hahaha, idiot, turned into a human form, your power is limited, can this pair of wings still be preserved?"
Long Chen laughed, and suddenly Long Chen curled his smile and looked apologetic and said:
"Sorry, it's so rude. You and Kuntu are both my big customers. I shouldn't laugh at you, so there will be no repeat customers in the future."
"I kill you"
The ancestor Kunpeng roared, his face twisted, his eyes blew fire, and he held a blood-colored battle halberd and rushed towards Long Chen.
"boom"
Facing the attack of the ancestor Kunpeng, Long Chen swung his fist to block it, and with a loud bang, the ancestor Kunpeng was shocked to retreat three steps in a row, while Long Chen's body just shook slightly.
"You have lost your wings, and you have lost nearly half of your cultivation. Now, why are you arrogant? Is it because of your thicker skin than the city wall?" Long Chen still maintained the posture of waving his fist to meet the enemy, with a sneer on his face.
I don’t know if it was because the blood of the real dragon was flowing in my body, which made Long Chen full of pleasure.
"Buzz"
Suddenly, there was a strange space behind Long Chen. A long sword broke through the air, and the powerful power of faith surged like a tide.
"boom"
Long Chen punched his backhand and suddenly felt his arm trembling. He felt a sharp pain on his fist, and a sharp sword cut a hole out of it.
Long Chen looked back and found that the person who took action was Liao Bencang, the owner of the Jiuyou Palace. At this time, Liao Bencang was also shocked. His power of faith was invincible, but he could only break through Long Chen's skin defense, and even his muscles and bones were not damaged.
"It seems that this time, I finally arrived. If you kill you this time, you will be considered a god-killing." Long Chen looked at Liao Bencang, with a gloomy face and cold murderous intent in his eyes.
Jiuyou Palace specializes in slaughtering the nine-star successors who have not yet grown up, and he is one of them.
In the battle of destruction in the Tianwu Continent, Long Chen almost died at the hands of the powerful people in the Jiuyou Palace. In that battle, there were too many people falling, which brought endless pain to Long Chen.
Although Brahma is the master messenger behind the scenes, Liao Bencang in front of him is the executioner.
"Today, let's make a complete settlement!" Long Chen glanced at the Space Gate, took a deep breath and said coldly.
Now Fire Spirit is absorbing the fire of hell. Those dead souls are no longer scorching by the fire of hell. There is no such resentment. If the door to hell is not as motivation as it can, it will not be able to open it.
Now it seems that everything is under control. Now that the firewood from the cauldron has been removed, there is no hurry to destroy the space gate. Long Chen wants to avenge the dead Nine Stars people first.
"Ignorance boy, who do you think you are? You can kill the gods, go dream!" Liao Bencang sneered, a statue of god appeared behind him, and the holy light enveloped him in an instant.
The endless power of faith entangled around him, worshiping him, and behind the huge statue, there were countless small sculptures.
Each statue is a reservoir of faith, and each statue is a heritage of a plane.
The Nine Nether Palace is full of nine heavens and ten earths, and there are countless believers in the mortal world. The power of faith accumulated over the past countless years is unimaginable.
This is the most terrifying thing about the divine cultivation. They are gods standing above all sentient beings. They use their lives and faith to raise their status. They can enjoy and control the power of faith of believers without restraint.
The power of divine cultivation lies not in their realm, not in their magical artifacts, but in how much faith they have.
Now that Liao Bencang's original master has arrived, he summoned the statue of his deity and used all the power of faith. His aura was ignited in an instant. He only had the realm of the Realm King, but his aura was even more terrifying than the ancestor Kunpeng, a powerful man in the third flower-level earth master.
"My faith will be immortal, and the soul will be immortal. You will never kill me, and I can easily kill you." Liao Bencang said coldly.
"Oh? Then I want to try whether the legendary eternal life really exists." Long Chen looked at Liao Bencang, and the blood slowly flowing in his body ran rapidly in an instant.
"boom"
With the movement of dragon blood, all the golden spherical runes in dragon Chen's body were awakened, and Long Chen was considered to have entered the strongest state at this time.
Feeling the endless power in his body, as if he was about to burst him out, Long Chen slowly stretched his hand to the hilt behind his back.
The moment when Long Chen held the Minghong Sword in his big hand, the vast murderous intent locked Liao Bencang in an instant. At that moment, the whole world suddenly lost all its voice.
"choke"
The long sword was unsheathed, and the solemn aura of the whole world was sucked by the shadow of the Breaking Sky Sword. The long sword cut through the sky wall and rushed straight to Liao Bencang.
Chapter completed!