Shen Chenfeng suddenly turned around, his blood-filled eyes staring at the golden figure in the sky.
"I am the Heavenly Saint Sect, the Holy Son of Dapeng!"
The Holy Son of Dapeng raised his chin deliberately, his face full of arrogance, and he looked superior to others.
But before he could finish speaking, Shen Chenfeng suddenly stood up, and the demonic energy in his body surged, making him look like an unparalleled demon.
"If it weren't for the Tiansheng Shen Sect, my Wan'er wouldn't have ended up like this."
"I should kill you."
"die!"
Shen Chenfeng looked up to the sky and roared angrily, swirling the demonic energy all over the sky, turning into a big hand holding up the sky and grabbing at the Holy Son of Dapeng.
This palm covers the sky and changes the color of the wind and clouds.
The Holy Son of Dapeng became angry with shame, his whole body shone with golden light, and he shouted sternly: "You are in the celestial realm, but you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me, you are seeking death."
"Roc's golden claws, crack them open!"
The Holy Son of Dapeng stretched out his palm, turned into an illusory claw, and fiercely tore the demonic hand apart.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Shen Chenfeng suddenly appeared in front of him, with a ferocious face, murderous intent in his eyes, and an explosive sound coming from his mouth.
"Tian Sheng Shen Sect, everyone deserves to die!"
Boom!
Shen Chenfeng's violent punch broke through a huge force of four million kilograms, like an angry dragon rising out of the sea, causing billowing waves of air.
Such a terrifying momentum shocked Saint Son Dapeng.
He did not dare to fight Shen Chenfeng head-on. In a flash, his body moved across ten thousand meters and retreated backwards.
However.
His figure had just flashed out in the 10,000-meter space, and his huge fist, carrying a fierce momentum, had already reached him.
"Tianpeng Zongheng?"
"Haha, you think you are the only one who can do it?"
Shen Chenfeng had a ferocious smile on his face and punched the handsome face of Holy Son Dapeng hard.
"ah!"
The Holy Son of Dapeng let out a shrill scream, and his body turned into a black line, falling straight to the ground, creating a deep pit of several kilometers.
He was lying in the center of the pit, his golden robe was in pieces, his handsome face was completely sunken, and he looked miserable.
"Holy crap, no!"
"This man is so powerful, he is even more powerful than our Tiansheng Sect."
"How is this possible?"
Seeing this scene, Jin Chihai, who was flying from behind, felt his heart beat violently.
The Shenzong disciples standing not far away gasped, with expressions of extreme horror on their faces.
"Shen Chenfeng, you bastard, how dare you hurt me!"
The Holy Son of Dapeng pressed his hands on his head, and his sunken face returned to its original shape.
He suddenly rushed out of the pit, his eyes filled with surging anger, two illusory wings stretched out from his back, and he flew towards Shen Chenfeng like a big bird.
But before he could show off his power, a cross-shaped sword energy filled with coldness, sharpness and domineering slashed towards him crazily.
"Sword Qi!"
"So strong and sharp swordsmanship."
"It's terrifying that a cultivator in the Celestial Realm can possess such powerful swordsmanship."
On the stage of the Conferment of Gods, a group of sanctimonious dead souls wearing black Taoist robes all looked at Shen Chenfeng.
One of them has a peach-shaped face, a graceful figure, and even brighter eyes.
"Today I will not only hurt you, I will also kill you!"
"I want to use the blood of your Heavenly Saint Sect to pay homage to the soul of my Wan'er."
Shen Chenfeng stepped out and fired his sword energy wildly.
The fierce and sharp sword energy seemed to tear the space apart, and a harsh whistling sound was heard.
"You brat, you're talking arrogantly."
The Son of Dapeng's eyes were fierce, his palm turned into an illusory golden claw, and he grabbed hard at the sword energy again.
But he obviously underestimated Shen Chenfeng's strength and the power of Wu Sheng Kendo.
Just hear a click.
The illusory sharp claw was torn apart instantly like tofu. Then the cross-shaped sword energy flashed crazily and struck the arm of the Holy Son of Dapeng fiercely.
Stab!
As a harsh sound of gold and iron clashing came out, Holy Son Dapeng screamed, and his entire right hand was cut off by Shen Chenfeng's sword.
"Holy crap, how is this possible?"
"This guy... dares to hurt Holy Son Dapeng?"
"Quick, Holy Son Dapeng is in danger, let's go up quickly to support him."
More than a dozen Shenzong disciples turned pale with fright and rushed towards Shen Chenfeng crazily.
On the other side, the group of dead souls wearing black robes were also extremely shocked.
"Smoke-containing sword, this is my smoke-containing sword."
"This man is a disciple of my Xuantian Sect. Moreover, he has such a powerful swordsmanship. If I guessed correctly, he must be a disciple of Zhang Ruoli."
The Yuli woman gave a sweet scolding, her body rose into the sky, and said: "Brothers, what are you waiting for? Why don't you join me in the battle?"
"kill!"
More than a dozen dead souls soared into the sky, completely blocking those Shen Sect disciples in the air.
"Master, what should we do?"
In the Jin family, a majestic soldier asked.
A cold light flashed in Jin Chihai's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice: "That boy is the key to the entire underground palace of ghosts and gods. No matter what the price we pay, we must capture him alive."
"As commanded."
The Jin family members took out their weapons and became murderous.
At this moment, the space shook, and a group of cultivators in black robes fell from the sky.
"Jin Chihai, as long as I'm here, you can't go anywhere today."
Yue Yuanhua landed in front of Jin Chihai, and an extremely powerful aura came out of his body.
"Elder Yue, why are you doing this?"
Jin Chihai looked at Shen Chenfeng, who was arguing endlessly with the Holy Son of Dapeng, and suddenly took a deep breath and said: "Now the key figures in the Ghost and God Underground Palace are in front of us. Why don't we put aside our personal grudges first, capture that kid first, and ask Come out of the formation platform of the Underground Palace of Ghosts and Gods, and let’s divide this treasure together.”
"We, the Splitting Demon Sect, have been fighting with the Xuantian Sect for decades for this ruins, and countless masters have died. Do you, the Jin family, want to divide this ruins with us just by saying a word?"
Yue Yuanhua had a sneer on his face and said in a disdainful voice.
"Elder Yue, even though your Heaven-Splitting Demon Sect is powerful. But there are so many masters now and there is a mysterious Heavenly Saint Sect. Are you confident that your Heaven-Splitting Demon Sect can obtain the treasures in this ruins?"
Jin Chihai's face suddenly darkened and he said gloomily.
"No matter whether we can get this ruins or not, we will never let you Jin family get it."
Yue Yuanhua was obviously a little impatient. He waved his big hand, and more than ten Demon Sect elders rushed towards Jin Chihai and the others as if they had received orders.
"Yue Yuanhua, do you really want to have your own way?"
Jin Chihai was frightened and angry, and forced an elder of the Demon Sect back with a knife, his face full of ferocity.
But before he could even finish his voice, he saw countless dead souls with overwhelming demonic aura, turning into black lines and flying rapidly from a distance.
"It's a dead soul!"
"Oh no, the Xuantian Sect and the Sky-Splitting Demon Sect fought a great battle here. I don't know how many dead souls are still alive today. How could I have forgotten this?"
