When the Wufeng Heavenly Sword went towards Di Lan's head, Zheng Chen could clearly see the fear, regret, unwillingness, despair, and anger in Di Lan's eyes...
Even though Zheng Chen had already thought about the revenge of the Di family in the future, he still took the photo without hesitation. Anyway, his life was at least close to one hundred thousand years. If nothing unexpected happened, it would only be one hundred thousand years. He still had
What are you afraid of?
The Wufeng Tianjian was swatted down by Zheng Chenyi without hesitation. With the weight of the Wufeng Tianjian, Di Lan did not make any defense and his body was completely frozen. His head was instantly turned into a cloud of blood mist.
On the other side, the frost dragon's claws also crushed Di Zong's head.
Di Lan and Di Zong's divine soul beads were blasted to pieces. Now that Zheng Chen doesn't have the Soul Devouring Flower, their soul power and skill have no effect at all, but Zheng Chen has left behind their divine infant.
If these two divine infants, who are at the peak of the Taixu Divine Realm, are wiped out of their consciousness, they will become nothing more than energy balls. Once Zheng Chen detonates them, it is estimated that the masters of the early stage of the Gods will also be blown up in a very embarrassed manner.
After putting away the sacred treasures of Di Zong and Di Lan, Zheng Chen was surprised that Di Lan was already dead. The folding fan he left behind should be in an ownerless state, but Zheng Chen could not put it into the storage ring.
, even the gods are powerless.
The folding fan seemed to be full of spirituality and consciousness, but it actually refused to be controlled by Zheng Chen.
Zheng Chen knew that this folding fan must be extraordinary, so he held it up. At this moment, the Frost Dragon's magical power of freezing time and space disappeared, and the folding fan that lost its restraints actually struggled even more fiercely, making Zheng Chen hold it tightly.
My hands felt sore.
While holding the folding fan tightly to prevent it from escaping, Zheng Chen also released his spiritual thoughts and poured them into the folding fan. What surprised Zheng Chen even more was that there was actually a stream of spiritual thoughts in the folding fan that was slowly awakening.
, seems to have been sleeping before.
The power of that divine thought made Zheng Chen tremble from the bottom of his heart, just like a mortal feeling humbled when facing a god.
Zheng Chen immediately understood that this folding fan must have been manipulated by an expert, so he quickly cut off his spiritual thoughts and gave up the soul power that was released.
Just when Zheng Chen cut off his spiritual thoughts, the divine thoughts in the folding fan surged out instantly, then shot directly into Zheng Chen's sea of consciousness, and then exploded with a bang.
In a moment, Zheng Chen's head was blown to pieces, and then returned to its original state under the influence of Bodhicitta.
The folding fan became quiet, as if it had lost all its power after releasing that spiritual thought.
Zheng Chen looked at the folding fan in his hand with lingering fear, and then tried to use his spiritual thoughts to invade it to check. Fortunately, this time, he didn't encounter that spiritual thought again, but it was difficult to fully scan the folding fan.
The spiritual thought just now was so strong that it acted extremely arrogantly on the sea of consciousness. If his soul was in the sea of consciousness, he would probably be out of his wits at this moment.
Zheng Chen guessed that the spiritual thought should be left by an old monster from the Di family. As long as the soul power of an outsider invades it, the spiritual thought will automatically explode with power and bombard the opponent's soul to prevent the folding fan from falling into the air.
In other people's hands.
But the old monster from the Di family never expected that Zheng Chen, who had snatched the folding fan, had no soul in his consciousness.
Zheng Chen tried to open the folding fan again, and after looking carefully for a long time, he discovered that between the two layers of paper on the folding fan, there was a faint glow of black and white Yin-Yang fish, which you really couldn't see unless you looked carefully.
"Tongtian Lingbao?!" An astonishing answer suddenly appeared in Zheng Chen's mind. When the woman in the red dress from the Spirit Demon Tribe mentioned the Tongtian Lingbao, she also told Zheng Chen in detail about the characteristics of the Tongtian Lingbao.
"The Tongtian Lingbao that should be refined by monks is not conceived by heaven and earth. The Tongtian Lingbao that is conceived by heaven and earth will not be so exquisite and will not be like a work of art. But the woman in the red dress said,
There is mutual induction between Tongtian Lingbao. Why is there no interaction between my Wufeng Tianjian and this folding fan? And although this folding fan is very strong, it is not too strong...could it be a Tongtian Lingbao?
Imitation?" Zheng Chen thought strangely in his heart.
The Frost Dragon was standing next to Zheng Chen. When he saw Zheng Chen looking at the folding fan, he arched Zheng Chen's arm with his head.
"Haha, thanks to you this time, I'll give you a credit." Zheng Chen put away the folding fan, then gently touched Xiaolong's head and praised with a smile.
When the Frost Dragon heard what Zheng Chen said, it immediately jumped up and let out another thundering dragon roar in mid-air. It looked very excited. Looking at its winding and circling body, Zheng Chen shook his head and smiled.
Just when Zheng Chen laughed, another angry beast roar came from the distance, and at the same time, a powerful pressure swept over like a stormy wave.
Only then did Zheng Chen remember that the seven-layered black armor once said that there might be ferocious beasts in the god stage here. His face changed drastically at that moment, and he took the frost dragon back to the god's mansion, and then let the god's mansion escape underground and go to the god's mansion.
Galloping beyond the mountains.
Not long after, a huge nine-headed nine-winged snake appeared where Zheng Chen, Di Zong, and Di Lan had fought fiercely. However, the snake only stayed here for a moment, then turned around and retreated towards the way it came.
It was attracted by the dragon's roar. Here it felt a noble and mutated aura of a super mythical beast, and the opponent was a giant dragon. The remaining aura here made it feel awe from its soul, so it did not pursue it.
In the divine palace, Zheng Chen began to check the storage rings of Di Zong and Di Lan, with a satisfied smile constantly appearing on his face.
As the commander of the eight-level black armor, Di Zong also has a very rich net worth. He has more than three million pieces of divine crystals alone, as well as countless rare materials and jade slips that are very valuable to Zheng Chen, finished divine pills and
Divine treasures and talismans can also make most Taixu realm monks without strong backgrounds extremely greedy.
As for Di Lan, his net worth is definitely better than that of Di Zong. There are nearly five million pieces of divine crystal in the storage ring, but there are not many rare materials, and there are not many finished products, but it is just that
There are several divine treasures, bottles of divine elixirs, and several divine talismans, all of which are at the eighth level or above.
After this battle, Zheng Chen's Shenjing net worth alone reached more than 20 million yuan, and all kinds of treasures were also greatly replenished, which made him sigh - killing people and buying goods is indeed the first choice to get rich quickly!
In a room in the Di Family Courtyard in Guangyuan Realm, a seemingly middle-aged monk had a furious look on his face, and a coffee table beside him had been smashed into pieces.
He said bitterly to a trembling monk who was kneeling in front of him: "Take twenty golden-armored heavenly guards to find out why Lan'er died, by whose hands he died, and take the murderer back.
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And in the black armor station in the Ganglei Realm, a seventh-level black armor looked at a broken soul jade tablet with a look of fear on his face, and murmured: "The commander-in-chief has actually fallen!"
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