When the old seniors saw this scene, they were so angry that they were incoherent. It was really too infuriating. The Holy Son and Holy Daughter of the Sect Alliance knelt down over a disagreement. They had no dignity at all.
Even if you die, you must uphold the dignity of the alliance, right
What are these newcomers doing
Are bones so soft
The old people were very puzzled.
"Old waves, you don't understand. Times have changed. We still know who Chen Changan is. We don't want to kneel, we want to stand and prolong our lives, but there is no way. Chen Changan is a man who works miracles. No matter what the four major newspapers say about him, his true strength is so strong that it cannot be shady!"
The leader of the Taoist sect stepped forward and said with a smile.
The leader of the Immortal Sect also spoke up: "My fellow uncles and aunts, you are all old. If you still have hundreds or dozens of years to live, you should just rest and recuperate. The world now is no longer something you can understand, so you should retire!"
The two leaders of the alliance came out and took a stand.
"Chen Changan, remember this. Today I kneeled before you and taught your grandfather a lesson. One day, you will kneel before me and call me the God of War. I was wrong. Let me go. Remember, these are the words of me, the God of War Tiezha. I will take everything back from you."
Tiezha spoke.
indignant.
"Haha, I'm waiting. Come on, come on, share the antidote. You're all in this state, and I can't go back on my word. Give each of you one pill. I promise you'll be fine after taking it. I'm responsible for what I said!"
Chen Changan took out the gourd.
Take out six Hope Pills.
As for Tiezha, he just smiled and didn't make things difficult for her.
This is a female warrior. She can be a training ground for Zhixi. Maybe she can also be a training ground for Anan in the future.
In short, he is a rare talent and will be useful in the future.
Deliver the pills.
Chen Changan left without staying.
You don't need to look, a real man never looks at how things develop, nor does he look back.
He walked very coolly.
Regardless of the reaction of the crowd.
Not long after.
The six people who took the Hope Pill were able to walk again, and they no longer had fever, cough, or dizziness.
"Oh my god, it really works!"
"This person's medicine is different. Hahahaha. I have recovered and I have become strong again!" shouted the Son of Heaven.
"Chen Changan, I, Wudaozi, will definitely avenge the previous hatred. Just wait for me. One day, I will let you know what the wrath of a genius is!" Wudaozi said angrily.
"You, just forget about it, you are a hopeless bunch!"
An old Kaitian Realm expert showed a disdainful smile.
Snap!
But the next moment.
He was stabbed hard in the back by the Immortal Saint, Fairy Ziyun.
It goes straight through.
The sharp sword energy surged, tearing apart the spiritual egg that was gradually withering during the upgrade.
"You~~~"
This person who was at the Kaitian realm couldn't believe it.
Someone actually stabbed his spiritual egg into pieces with a sword.
"Oh my god, Ziyun, what are you doing!"
A strong man from the older generation shouted.
But soon, he was blocked by Wudaozi, Baxianshengson, and Tianshenzi.
The three saints said coldly: "Old guys, old waves, you are no longer good enough. The world is ours and yours, but in the final analysis, we have grown up and the world is ours. If you continue to make irresponsible remarks and point fingers, you will go to see the King of Hell!"
These are strong words.
Some are disrespectful.
It feels like these seniors and predecessors are not human beings.
But now the saints don’t care at all.
Do whatever you want. I won’t serve you anymore.
"You...you...you...humph!"
The predecessors were depressed.
Don't dare to speak loudly.
…
Global Cultivation News.
"Haha, come on, brothers, try your best to blacken Chen Changan, you have to know that we are rewriting history now. People in the future will remember each and every one of us when they look back on this period of our lives!"
The editor-in-chief of Global Cultivation News said loudly.
In the office, every editor was trying their best to rack their brains to discredit Chen Changan.
Usually when a negative article comes out, it always attracts a lot of attention, and the person who wrote the article also smiles with vanity.
Everyone was immersed in this feeling.
Without knowing it, Chen Changan had already arrived.
Clap, clap, clap~~~
Chen Changan waved his hand and walked in with a smile.
"Good, good, good Global Cultivation News. You guys are really going all out to discredit me. Well, good, all good. You are very active in your work."
"But you forget that even if you can write articles, you are just the ones holding the pen. The knife and the axe are not in your hands."
"The essence of how this world works is that whoever holds the sickle and the axe has the right to speak. Unfortunately, you don't!"
"And I, Chen Changan, am the one who holds the axe!"
Slowly.
Chen Changan took out the dog-head axe behind him.
"You... Chen Changan, what... do you want to do!"
The editor-in-chief of the Global Cultivation News was panicked.
"We are all weak scholars. If you dare to attack us, you will be a sinner in history. There will be thousands of scholars in the future who will criticize you. Chen Changan doesn't want to know the truth!"
"Yes, think carefully. We are not easy to mess with. We are people who play with words, and we are no worse than you who play with knives and axes!"
Several editors complained.
Not timid at all.
Chen Changan shook his head and said, "I don't know whether you are ignorant or too stupid. At this point, you still use that trick to deal with me? Unfortunately, I won't eat it!"
Swish, swish, swish!
The light and shadow of the axe lit up in the editorial office of the Global Cultivation News.
Before the editors could even have a chance to say a word, they were chopped off and turned into ashes that were lifted high up by Chen Changan.
"A rubbish editor like you is qualified to claim to have mastered history? And you, I don't even bother to ask your name, go to hell!"
Chen Changan said something.
One axe ended the life of the editor-in-chief of the Global Cultivation News.
It's not worth much, only a few points of attack power.
"poor!"
Said it.
Chen Changan walked towards another newspaper office.
Mythical Cultivation News.
Who cares what newspaper it is.
He took down four major newspapers today.
No one can stop it.
What the hell.
Newspapers are divided into third and ninth rates. Second rate ones are more numerous and more harmful, so they must be eliminated.
The four major newspapers are second-rate.
They are even more chaotic and harmful than those third-rate, sixth-rate, and ninth-rate people because they control public opinion.
soon.
The mythical cultivation newspaper was turned over.
Before the news reached the Taoist Cultivation News and the Eastern Wasteland Cultivation Express, Chen Changan and his men had already arrived.
There's nothing to say.
They are all developed as soldiers.
From editor to editor-in-chief, and from editor-in-chief to boss.
Don't let any of them go.
Who cares where he comes from.
…
Two hours later, Wandao City became quiet.
The four major newspaper companies were reduced to ashes in one day.
This propaganda tool that was once secretly supported by the sect alliance was wiped out by Chen Changan.
Nothing is left.
"To control history, you must first control your own destiny!"
Leaving these words behind, Chen Changan soared into the sky.
The white clouds in the sky form a line of words.
Only the Nine Yang Sect can save Donghuang!