boom!
With a loud bang, Long Chen's body was thrown to the ground, and the huge force shocked Long Chen's bones all over his body.
With a painful hum, when Long Chen woke up, he found that he was already in a dark hall, and above it, there were strong men from the Nether Dragon clan.
However, the Nether Dragon clan at this time is no longer as glorious as before. Although there are still hundreds of immortal strong people, there are nearly a thousand quasi-destined people and six destined people among the younger generation, it seems so shabby compared to the decisive battle between Long Chen and Nether Dragon Amaterasu.
The most important thing is that most of the strong men of the Nether Dragon clan are injured, and many of them are still in a state of slump, as if they have just experienced a fierce battle.
When these people saw Long Chen, they suddenly burst into cold murderous intent in their eyes.
"Super the Nest of Ten Thousand Dragons, otherwise I will have ten thousand ways to make you live worse than death." An old man from the Nether Dragon clan shouted gritted his teeth.
The Nether Dragon Clan is actually doing a very miserable life. It has lost the Nest of Ten Thousand Dragons and lost a large number of elite troops. Now, riots have begun in the world where the Nether Dragon Clan is located.
Those racial forces that were once suppressed and bullied by the Nether Dragon clan began to unite to declare war on the Nether Dragon clan, and typical people would take advantage of your illness and kill you.
Since that decisive battle, the Nether Dragon clan has rapidly declined, and every day there are strong people coming to attack and harass them. The Nether Dragon clan has lost troops and lost generals, and fewer and fewer strong people have been strong.
Although the leader of the Nether Dragon clan is powerful, he is powerless in the face of his former rival. He had the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, but he could not even take down the other party. Now that he lost the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest, he can't do anything to them.
And every time they entangled the patriarch of the Nether Dragon clan, and did not fight hard with him, they just dragged him down and consumed the overall strength of the Nether Dragon clan.
They wanted to kill the patriarch of the Nether Dragon clan, but they were afraid that he would fight back before death, so maybe he would take someone to the back.
They did not dare to kill the leader of the Nether Dragon clan, so they consumed the combat power of the Nether Dragon clan. The elite of the Nether Dragon clan was getting smaller and smaller, and they were almost at the end of their lives.
The head of the Nether Dragon clan went out secretly this time, but in fact he was shameless to ask for help. Unfortunately, it is easy to add icing on the cake, but it is difficult to help in time.
If the Ten Thousand Dragons Nest is still in hand and the Nether Dragon Clan asks for help, some races will still sell him face and support him.
However, the life and death of the Nether Dragon Amazhao is unknown, and the Nest of Ten Thousand Dragons has been lost. The glory of the Nether Dragon clan has become yesterday's yellow flowers, and no one is willing to pay attention to them.
The leader of the Nether Dragon clan encountered a wall everywhere and was full of anger, but unexpectedly, he met Long Chen on the way back.
At that moment, the patriarch of the Nether Dragon clan suddenly ignited hope. Seeing that his subordinates were about to torture Long Chen, he spoke:
"Don't rush to deal with him, just release the news that Long Chen was captured by this saint and let the idiots who gave this saint a look."
The leader of the Nether Dragon clan encountered a wall everywhere and was completely embarrassed. Now he was lucky enough to catch Long Chen. He wanted to see what the attitude of these guys who changed their minds were.
"yes"
The powerful men of the Nether Dragon clan went out to spread the news. They believed that when this news came out, those strong men who desperately attacked the Nether Dragon clan would be shocked and give the Nether Dragon clan a chance to breathe.
"Clan leader, use the top ten tortures of our Nether Dragon clan to use them one by one for this guy. Otherwise, it will be difficult to calm our hatred." A strong man from the Nether Dragon clan said angrily.
At this time, the Nether Dragon clan was greatly damaged and countless powerful people died. All of this was thanks to Long Chen, and their hatred for Long Chen could no longer be expressed in words.
At this time, Long Chen was deeply trapped in the Dragon Pond and his mind was running rapidly. Now, he still has a trump card, that is, the Qiankun Ding.
But he was afraid that the clan leader of the Nether Dragon clan would be too strong. If he could not kill him with one blow, the Qiankun Cauldron would be taken away by him, and that would be done.
Even though Long Chen had unparalleled plans, he was still poor at this time. He came up with seven or eight strategies in an instant, but the probability of successfully escaping was less than 10%.
Moreover, his strategy can only be implemented once, and if he fails, he will be completely finished. It is fake to say he is not afraid, but Long Chen dare not act rashly.
"What are you thinking about when you are turning around? If you want to run away, I will break your limbs."
The leader of the Nether Dragon clan suddenly opened his big hand, and the power of the saint burst out. Long Chen was so pressed that he could not move, and he grabbed his arm.
"boom"
With a loud bang, Long Chen flew out like a meteor and hit the wall of the hall hard. The wall was actually knocked out of a big pit.
Seeing this scene, the patriarch of the Nether Dragon Clan was stunned, and the strong men of the Nether Dragon Clan also took a breath of air.
The walls here are made of extremely special materials, and even immortal strong people are difficult to leave traces on them.
Long Chen actually used his body to knock the wall out of a big pit. Cracked appeared on the wall several meters in a radius. They were stunned by Long Chen's terrifying body.
The clan leader of the Nether Dragon clan used the power of the saint just now. He thought he could tear off one of Long Chen's arms directly, but unexpectedly, he did not break his arms, but instead pulled Long Chen away.
At this time, one of Long Chen's arm was painful. Although it was not torn, its tendons were torn and almost broke. The collision made his eyes appear and he almost fainted again.
"Damn it, I can't bear it anymore, I have to fight back to death."
Long Chen gritted his teeth, and the soul power began to slowly surge. He was about to use the Qiankun Cauldron. As for whether he could kill this terrifying guy with one blow, Long Chen had no idea at all, but now he could only take a gamble.
At this time, Long Chen closed his eyes, his soul fluctuations became weak, pretending to be a semi-cool state.
When the leader of the Nether Dragon clan looked at Long Chen, a strange color suddenly flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly laughed:
"I was so confused by the anger. His body is stronger and younger than me. If I get this body, I will probably break through again, hahaha..."
"call"
At this moment, the leader of the Nether Dragon clan pointed his finger at Long Chen's eyebrows. At that moment, Long Chen was about to use the Qiankun Cauldron and fight to the death, but at this moment, the sound of the Qiankun Cauldron came from his mind:
"Don't move, let him come."
Long Chen was shocked. The leader of the Minglong clan wanted to take him over, but the Qiankun Cauldron told him not to resist. However, Long Chen finally chose to believe in the Qiankun Cauldron and let the leader of the Minglong clan point his fingers on his forehead.
Long Chen's eyebrows were so painful that the violent soul power surged into Long Chen's sea of ​​consciousness. Long Chen's golden sea of ​​consciousness was immediately filled with black dark energy.
The divine gate in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled and was about to launch a counterattack. At this moment, the Qiankun Cauldron in the sea of ​​consciousness trembled slightly, and the divine gate stars in the sea of ​​consciousness were dim.
"Hahaha, that mysterious ancient cauldron is in his sea of ​​consciousness. He has not recognized his master yet. God really helps me. Everyone withdraws and protects me." The patriarch of the Minglong clan laughed and reported to everyone.
Chapter completed!