"Despicable dragon clan, you actually used a sly trick?" Kunpeng's ancestor roared.
It turned out that the dust was nothing else. It was the rust that Long Chen had scraped off the chain when he landed on the ghost ship, and the terrifying power of the years was attached to it.
Even the terrifying body of Kunpeng's ancestor could not withstand the corrosion of the years, and the wound rotted in a large area in an instant.
"Boom boom boom..." Kunpeng's ancestor rolled wildly, trying to throw Long Chen off his back.
"puff"
It is a pity that instead of falling down Long Chen, Long Chen took the opportunity and slashed the other wing of Kunpeng ancestor with a knife.
"call"
Long Chen is another rust sprinkled on his other wound, and there is still time in his mouth to sneer:
"First, I'm not a dragon, and second, when it comes to despicability, who can be despicable than your Kunpeng clan
Obviously, he knelt down and begged for mercy, bowed his head and declared himself a minister, but secretly plotted the dragon clan.
Even if you don't mention the first two, you are a three-flower-level respectable powerhouse, and you have lived for a long time, but you come to deal with me, a rookie who has just entered the fairy king realm, you are not despicable
how? You have lived for so many years, have all your cultivation bases practiced this face? You are all hairy yourself, laughing at others who look like chickens? "
"Boom boom boom..."
The ancestor Kunpeng struggled frantically, but he couldn't shake Long Chen off. Long Chen was like a barnacle stuck to the bottom of the boat. No matter how hard the ancestor Kunpeng tried, he couldn't help Long Chen.
At this time, Kunpeng's ancestor also panicked. He was as powerful as him. Long Chen seized an opportunity to kill him.
In this way, his wounds cannot heal, and in order to resist the corrosion of the rust, he must consume a lot of the power of the source to erase the power of the years.
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.
"Return to human form, otherwise how can you throw him off."
In the distance, countless strong men looked at the madly struggling ancestor of Kunpeng. They wanted to rescue them, but they couldn't get close for fear of being accidentally injured, and some people shouted.
After being reminded by that person, Kunpeng's ancestor immediately shrank his body, and at the moment when he was about to transform into a human form.
"puff puff"
His pair of wings left the body and were torn off by Long Chen, and Kunpeng's ancestor screamed again.
"Hahaha, idiot, turned into a human form, your power is limited, can you keep these wings?"
Long Chen laughed, and suddenly Long Chen restrained his smile and said with an apologetic look:
"Sorry, I'm so rude. You and Kuntu are both my big clients. I shouldn't laugh at you, so that there will be no repeat customers in the future."
"I kill you"
The ancestor of Kunpeng roared, his face was distorted, his eyes were breathing fire, and he was killing Long Chen with a blood-colored halberd.
"boom"
In the face of Kunpeng's ancestor's blow, Long Chen threw his fist to block, and with a loud bang, Kunpeng's ancestor was shocked to retreat three steps in a row, and Long Chen's body only shook slightly.
"You have lost your wings, and you have lost nearly half of your cultivation. Now, what do you rely on to be arrogant? Is it because of your skin that is thicker than the city wall?" Long Chen still maintained the posture of punching the enemy, his face full is a sneer.
I don't know if it is because the blood of the real dragon is flowing in the body, and the Kunpeng family is brutally abused, which makes Long Chen full of pleasure.
"buzz"
Suddenly, the space behind Long Chen was different, a long sword broke through the air, and the mighty power of faith came like a tide.
"boom"
Long Chen smashed his backhand with a punch, and suddenly felt his arm shaking violently, and there was a sharp pain on his fist, and he was cut out by a sharp sword.
Long Chen looked back, and it turned out that the person who shot was Liao Bencang, the master of Jiuyou Temple. At this time, Liao Bencang was also shocked. The power of his faith was invincible, but he could only break through Long Chen's epidermal defense, even his bones and muscles. Not hurt.
"It seems that this time, the deity has finally arrived. If I kill you this time, it will really be a god of slaughter." Long Chen looked at Liao Bencang, his face was gloomy, and his eyes were full of cold killing intent.
Jiuyou Hall is dedicated to slaughtering the descendants of the Nine Stars who have not yet grown up, and he is one of them.
At the beginning of the World Destruction Battle in Tianwu Continent, Long Chen almost died in the hands of the Jiuyou Temple powerhouse. In that battle, too many people fell, which brought endless pain to Long Chen.
Although Dafan Genius is the main messenger behind the scenes, Liao Bencang in front of him is the executioner.
"Today, let's clear it up completely!" 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, those dead souls are no longer scorched by the fire of hell, there is not so much resentment, and the gate of hell does not have enough resentment as a driving force, and there is no way to open it.
Now it seems that everything is under control. Now that the bottom line has been drawn, there is no need to rush to destroy the gate of space. Long Chen must first avenge the dead nine-star descendants.
"Ignorance boy, who do you think you are? You are still slaughtering gods, you can dream!" Liao Bencang sneered, a statue of a god appeared behind him, and a holy brilliance instantly enveloped him.
The endless power of faith wrapped around him and worshipped him. Behind the huge statue, there were countless small sculptures.
Each statue is a reservoir of the power of belief, and each statue is the inheritance of a plane.
Jiuyou Hall is spread across nine heavens and ten places, and there are even more believers in the mortal world. The power of faith accumulated over countless years is unimaginable.
This is the most terrifying aspect of spiritual cultivation. They are gods standing above all living beings. All living beings use their own lives and beliefs to elevate their status. They can freely enjoy and control the power of believers' beliefs.
The strength of spiritual cultivation does not lie in their realm, not in their artifacts, but in how much faith they possess.
Now that the deity of Liao Bencang has arrived, he has even summoned the deity statue, using all the power of faith, his breath is ignited in an instant, he only has the realm of the king, but his breath is stronger than the Kunpeng of the three-flower level. The ancestors were even more terrifying.
"My belief is immortal, and my soul will live forever. You will never kill me, and I can easily crush you." Liao Bencang said coldly.
"Oh? Then I want to try the legendary immortality, whether it really exists." Long Chen looked at Liao Bencang, the blood flowing slowly in his body, running fast in an instant.
"boom"
With the running of the dragon's blood, all the golden spherical runes in Long Chen's body were awakened. At this time, Long Chen was considered to be in the strongest state.
Feeling the endless power in the body, it seemed that he was going to burst, and Long Chen's big hand slowly stretched out to the hilt behind him.
At the moment when Long Chen held the Minghong knife in his big hand, the vast murderous intent locked on Liao Bencang in an instant, and at that moment, the whole world lost all sound at once.
"choke"
The long sword was unsheathed, and the chilling aura of the whole world was absorbed by the sky-shattering sword shadow.
This blow, Long Chen did not have any reservations, he only had one thought in his mind - to kill Liao Bencang.