Everyone stood there completely stunned. Yun Zifeng and Tianmo Sect, who were originally tense, also stopped. The Demon Cloud Stream came out, which was a shocking event. The last time the Demon Cloud Stream appeared was twenty-three years ago, when the demon cloud Stream was surrounded and killed, this time...
“Woo woo…”
"Aoah..."
“Huhh…”
...
Countless ghosts flew out from the dark cracks, headless zombies, Jiang green skeleton soldiers, red-haired monsters, soul dead soldiers wearing black armor, white unjust souls... Countless ghosts flew out from the sound of "sizzling" water, instantly filled the sky on the east side. However, these ghosts did not break around everywhere, but instead stood honestly on both sides, and no ghost dared to have any abnormal movement.
The next moment, ten dead creatures flew out of the Demon Cloud Stream. The ten dead creatures were extremely powerful, and the aura was comparable to that of the spiritual martial arts. The aura of the black-armored warrior in the leader was even more terrifying. The green-haired zombie who stood up was also comparable to the eighth-level spiritual martial arts. The white jade skeleton soldier on the other side was also comparable to the seventh-level spiritual martial arts. After these ten ghosts flew out of the Demon Cloud Stream, they did not have arrogance. Instead, they stood respectfully on both sides...
"This... what kind of monster is this..."
"This, they seem to be waiting for someone..."
"Who are they waiting for?"
...
Suddenly, the discussion of the crowd came to an abrupt end.
A tall figure rode a black tiger with black wings and a pair of five meters high from the Demon Cloud Stream. Every step of the black tiger seemed to be with the pressure of destruction. Wherever it walked, a crack appeared in the void.
The man is two meters tall. On a angular face, a pair of harmonious, deep and vicissitudes. His appearance is extraordinary. His long hair falls down with his shoulders, wearing black armor, and a black cloak covered with blood-colored demonic patterns swings in the wind. His long hair flies in the wind. His whole person has a domineering aura that contempts the world, which makes people dare not look at him...
"Welcome the Lord of the Stream"
"Welcome the Lord of the Stream"
"Welcome the Lord of the Stream"
...
The millions of ghosts scattered in the eastern sky knelt down and said respectfully at the same time.
"Demon, demon..."
"This...Chu Duanchen, how could it be..."
"evildoer…"
...
I don’t know who said something first, and then some of the ‘old men’ looked shocked, but most of them were still in a state of dullness at this time.
"Please get up..."
The Lord of Moyunjian said lightly, and the millions of ghosts stood up obediently.
The Lord of Demon Cloud Ring jumped from the black tiger and walked towards Chu Longxiang and Chu Poxiao step by step. When he walked in front of the two, he knelt on both knees:
"Father, grandpa, Duan Chen is unfilial, and he was able to meet today..."
Two lines of tears flowed out of the eyes of Lord Moyunjian...
"Son, my son, you are not dead, my son..."
Chu Longxiang was also full of tears and helped Chu Duanchen up.
"Zhou'er, it's good to come back, it's good to come back, you've grown up..."
Chu Poxiao's eyes were also red. Chu Poxiao blamed himself for so many years because of Chu Duanchen's incident. Now...
"Grandpa, this is the Demon Cloud Ghost Lotus..."
Two black lotus suddenly appeared in Chu Duanchen's hand, and he directly crushed the two lotus and pressed them on Chu Poxiao's legs...
"Click, click..."
That's the sound of bones growing...
"Grandpa, please watch..."
"My legs are broken, grandpa's legs are ready..."
Chu Poxiao stood up and immediately slapped the rattan chair with a passionate palm and said with a laugh.
"Duanchen, come and see, your good son, he is more evil than you back then..."
Chu Longxiang laughed.
Chu Duanchen suddenly looked at the young man beside Chu Longxiang. The young man was almost carved from the same mold as him.
"Wu'er, are you Tian'er, Feng'er, or Yun'er?"
Chu Duanchen looked at the young man in front of him with a bloody face and a determined face and said tremblingly.
"Dad, I'm Yun'er..."
Chu Feiyun hugged Chu Duanchen and cried bitterly...
No matter how strong Chu Feiyun is in front of others, he is still a pitiful child without a father. He had always thought that his father was dead, but when he saw the feelings that had been accumulated in his heart for many years broke out immediately.
Chu Longxiang told Chu Duanchen one by one about Chu Feiyun's experience over the years. Chu Duanchen felt even more uncomfortable. He had not fulfilled his responsibilities as a father for so many years.
"Yun'er, you've suffered..."
Chu Duanchen patted Chu Feiyun on the shoulder and said.
"Good boy, twenty-three-year-old second-level Lingwu, killing seven Lingwus by one person. You are even more perverted than you, so just call me a demon. I dare not be a father. OK, such a big man, and I still cry, what does it look like!"
Chu Duanchen patted Chu Feiyun on the shoulder and said.
"Everyone is waiting, and I will get together with you after I'll get rid of these messes."
Chu Duanchen turned his head and said coldly to Li Xujun and the other two, "You are going to destroy my Heavenly Demon Sect?"
Chu Duanchen's murderous aura was everywhere, and everyone suddenly felt a biting chill.
"Chu Duanchen, I haven't seen you for many years. I didn't expect you to have gained abilities, you..."
"die…"
As soon as Li Xuren said, his whole body was surrounded by a woman's breath of death.
Chu Duanchen pointed at him, and a black light flashed, and Li Xuren's body shattered without any warning...
Chu Duanchen bounced his fingers, and a black light spot appeared in the air and expanded rapidly. Looking inward, it could be seen that countless ghosts and countless ghosts flew out and directly eroded Li Xuren's flesh and blood soul.
"Refining space, eleventh level of Lingwu, the peak Little Perfect Powerful One of Lingwu, you..."
Li Xujun's eyes were filled with fear. The longer a person lives, the more afraid he is to die. The same is true for him. It is really not easy to practice to this point. He really doesn't want to die here today.
"You just want to destroy my Heavenly Demon Sect..."
Chu Duanchen's words were cold, and murderous intent was raging in the middle of the harmony, and a strange arc hung on the corner of his mouth...
"I didn't expect that you have reached this level, the eleventh level of Lingwu, you have already entered the ranks of Lingwu Emperors, but I hope you don't kill me and leave me with Yunzi Peak a way out..."
Everyone was shocked after hearing Li Xujun's words. Although they felt that Chu Duanchen was strong, they did not expect that he was so powerful that he could make the old master of Yun Zi Peak say such words, what is the concept of the eleventh level of Lingwu? If he reached the 10th level of Lingwu, he could already be supported as the Lingwu Emperor. This is the emperor. With this strength, he could kill ordinary spiritual martial arts in every move.
A strong man at the level of the Great Emperor can refine a space by himself and control a small world by himself. This is an immortal technique higher than the domain. Now Chu Duanchen can sweep all the spiritual martial arts in Yunzi Peak alone, which is the power of the Great Emperor.
"Let you have a way of life? If I don't come today, will you let my Tianmo Sect have a way of life?"
Chu Duanchen's voice was cold, the old account, the new account was going to be settled together today, what a joke?
"You, Lord Chu Jian really wants to kill everyone?"
"What do you think?"
Chu Duanchen bent his fingers, and Li Xugui's body exploded instantly. Everyone took a breath of air conditioning. Two seventh-level spiritual martial artists were killed instantly. Is this the strength of Emperor Lingwu?
Li Xujun's face turned pale, but he did not dare to make any changes. He had no doubt that the next person to die would be himself.
"I won't let you die so quickly... Let's calculate the accounts of that year today..."
Chu Duanchen pointed his fingers in the air twice, and Li Xujun's legs and knees suddenly burst, and Li Xujun knelt on the ground.
“Master…”
A purple figure flew directly into the air. This was a young woman...
"Lienchen, go quickly, Master, I'm afraid you won't be able to escape this time..."
Li Xujun looked at Li Lianchen's eyes with a hint of softness flashing.
Everyone thought that Li Lianchen was the apprentice of Li Hongxuan, the leader of Yun Zifeng Peak. Her real master was Li Xujun, the ancestor of Yun Zifeng. Li Xujun has always been very doting about Li Lianchen and treats Li Lianchen as his own daughter Zhou.
"Master, no, I won't leave..."
Li Lianchen turned his head and shouted at Chu Duanchen: "You want to kill my master, unless you kill me first..."
The purpose of Li Lianchen's visit this time is to save Chu Feiyun's life at a critical moment, but now...
"Lienchen, please avoid...father, this woman is the child's friend, please don't hurt her..."
Chu Feiyun shouted at Li Lianchen, and then said to Chu Duanchen, but Chu Feiyun found that his father's eyes were staring at Li Lianchen, and two lines of tears were shed in his eyes.
"Child, what's your name?"
Chu Duanchen said softly to Li Lianchen.
"Sir, please let me go. Master, you have the kindness of raising and teaching me. If you insist on killing Master, then kill me first..."