"Despicable dragon clan, you actually resorted to evil tricks?" Kunpeng Ancestor roared loudly.
It turned out that the dust was none other than the rust scraped off the chain when Long Chen first landed on the ghost ship, with the terrifying power of time attached to it.
Even the terrifying body of Kunpeng Ancestor could not withstand the corrosion of time, and the wounds rotted over a large area in an instant.
"Boom boom boom..." Kunpeng Ancestor rolled wildly, trying to throw Long Chen off his back.
"puff"
Unfortunately, instead of knocking Long Chen down, Long Chen took the opportunity to slash the Kunpeng Ancestor's other wing with a knife.
"call"
Long Chen sprinkled another handful of rust on his other wound, and he still had time to sneer:
"First of all, I am not a dragon. Secondly, when it comes to despicability, who can be more despicable than you, the Kunpeng clan?
Obviously they knelt down to beg for mercy and bowed their heads, but secretly plotted against the Dragon Clan. I was just doing what I wanted to do to others.
Even if you don’t talk about the first two things, you are a three-flower level Earth Master who has lived a long time, but you come to deal with me, a rookie who has just entered the Immortal King Realm. Are you not despicable?
What's the matter? Have you lived for so many years and cultivated all your skills to have such a face? You are covered in hair, but you laugh at others for looking like chickens? "
"Boom boom boom..."
Ancestor Kunpeng struggled wildly, but he couldn't shake Long Chen off. Long Chen was like a barnacle adhering to the bottom of the boat. No matter how hard Ancestor Kunpeng tried, he couldn't do anything to Long Chen.
At this time, Patriarch Kunpeng was also panicking. As powerful as he was, Long Chen could kill him if he took an opportunity.
If this continues, his wounds will not heal, and in order to resist the corrosion of patina, he must expend a large amount of his 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 can we throw him off."
Countless strong men in the distance looked at the frantically struggling Kunpeng Ancestor. They wanted to rescue him, but they couldn't get close for fear of being accidentally injured. Some people shouted.
After being reminded by that person, Patriarch Kunpeng immediately shrunk his figure, just as he was about to transform into a human form.
"Puff"
A pair of his wings flew away from his body and were torn off by Long Chen. Ancestor Kunpeng once again let out a shrill scream.
"Hahaha, idiot, you have turned into a human form and your power is limited. Can you still keep these wings?"
Long Chen laughed. Suddenly Long Chen stopped his smile and said with an apologetic look:
"I'm sorry, it's so rude. You and Kun Tu are both my big customers. I shouldn't laugh at you because you won't have repeat customers in the future."
"I kill you"
Ancestor Kunpeng roared, his face twisted, his eyes spitting fire, and he held a bloody halberd and charged at Long Chen.
"boom"
Facing Ancestor Kunpeng's blow, Long Chen blocked it with his fist, and there was a loud bang. Ancestor Kunpeng was shocked and took three steps back, while Long Chen's body only swayed slightly.
"You have lost your wings, and you have lost nearly half of your cultivation. How do you rely on your arrogance now? Is it because you have a face that is thicker than the city wall?" Long Chen still maintained the posture of punching the enemy, his face full of arrogance.
It's a sneer.
I don't know if it was because of the true dragon essence and blood flowing in his body, which violently tortured the Kunpeng clan, which filled Long Chen with pleasure.
"Buzz"
Suddenly, there was a difference in the space behind Long Chen, a long sword came through the air, and the powerful power of faith surged in like a tide.
"boom"
Long Chen punched down with his backhand, and suddenly felt his arm shaking wildly, and there was a sharp pain in his fist, and a cut was made by the sharp sword.
Long Chen looked back, and sure enough, the person who took action was Liao Bencang, the master of Jiuyou Palace. At this time, Liao Bencang also looked shocked. The power of his faith was indestructible, but it could only break through Long Chen's superficial defense, even his muscles and bones.
Not hurt.
"It seems that this time, I have finally arrived. If I kill you this time, I will truly be considered a God-slayer." Long Chen looked at Liao Bencang, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of cold murderous intent.
Jiuyou Palace specializes in killing those descendants of the Nine Stars who have not yet grown up, and he is one of them.
In the world-destroying battle in Tianwu Continent, Long Chen almost died in the hands of the powerful men of Jiuyou Palace. In that battle, too many people died, which brought endless pain to Long Chen.
Although Brahma Genius is the main messenger behind the scenes, Liao Bencang in front of him is the executioner.
"Today, let's do a thorough reckoning!" Long Chen glanced at the door of space, took a deep breath and said coldly.
Now that Huo Ling'er is absorbing the fire of hell, the souls of those who died are no longer burned by the fire of hell, and there is not so much resentment. The gate of hell cannot be opened without enough resentment as a driving force.
Now it seems that everything is under control. Now that the bottom of the cauldron has been completed, there is no rush to destroy the space gate. Long Chen must first avenge the dead descendants of the Nine Stars.
"Ignorant boy, who do you think you are? Go ahead and dream about killing gods!" Liao Bencang sneered. A statue of a god appeared behind him, and the holy light enveloped him in an instant.
The endless power of faith wrapped around him, worshiping him. Behind that huge statue, there were countless small sculptures.
Every statue is a reservoir of the power of faith, and every statue is the inheritance of a plane.
Jiuyou Palace spreads across the nine heavens and ten lands, and there are countless believers in the mortal world. The power of faith accumulated over countless years is unimaginable.
This is the most terrifying thing about spiritual cultivation. They are gods who stand above all living beings. All living beings use their lives and beliefs to enhance their status. They can enjoy and dominate the power of believers' beliefs unscrupulously.
The power of spiritual cultivators does not lie in their realm or their artifacts, but in how much power of faith they have.
Now Liao Bencang himself has arrived, and he has summoned the statue of himself, using all the power of faith. His aura was ignited in an instant. He is only at the Kaio realm, but his aura is stronger than Kunpeng, a three-flower level earthly master.
The ancestor is even more terrifying.
"If my faith is everlasting, my soul will live forever. You will never be able to kill me, but I can easily crush you to death." Liao Bencang said coldly.
"Oh? Then I want to try to see if the legendary immortality really exists." Long Chen looked at Liao Bencang, and the blood flowing slowly in his body began to run rapidly in an instant.
"boom"
As the dragon's blood circulates, all the golden spherical runes in Long Chen's body are awakened. At this time, Long Chen has entered the strongest state.
Feeling the endless power in his body, which seemed to burst him, Long Chen's big hand slowly reached for the hilt of the knife behind his back.
The moment Long Chen held the Minghong Sword in his big hand, the vast sea of murderous intent locked onto Liao Bencang. At that moment, the whole world suddenly lost all sound.
"choke"
The long sword was unsheathed, and all the murderous energy in the world was absorbed by the shadow of the sky-breaking sword. The long sword cut through the sky wall and went straight to Liao Bencang.
Long Chen had no reservations about this attack. He only had one thought in his mind - to kill Liao Bencang.