Shinto Emperor

Chapter 1944 Wufang Patriarch
At this moment, Qin Chen looked forward, one after another figures fell down, and continued, none of these people could run away.

Even Ling Wuliang, Mo Yunyan, and Duan Shanhe would be exhausted to death here.

"These bastards deserve what they deserve."

Yi Lingzhi said in a tone of resentment at this moment.

Tang Ming died at the hands of the people of Tianwu Dao, and the Sifang Holy Land was also inseparable.

This time, they will be wiped out, so that they can conveniently attack the demons in the Tianhong Sanctuary.

Otherwise, these five parties have always provided shelter for the demons, and it would be ridiculous even if they tried their best to encircle and suppress the demons.

Qin Chen looked around at this moment, the blood was getting thicker and thicker.

Ling Wuliang roared at this moment: "Qin Chen, you must die!"

He saw his son being killed with his own eyes, but he was powerless to stop him.

At this moment, Qin Chen's expression was stern.

"The demons invaded the Tianhong Sanctuary, how many creatures died in the Tianhong Sanctuary?"

"Everyone united to kill the demons, and the situation was stabilized just now."

"But you guys secretly communicated with the demons to seek your own self-interest and let the demons develop."

"People like you, after death, I, Qin Chen, won't feel a little bit guilty."

Mo Yunyan scolded: "Who is not a martial artist in this world, everyone is fighting for fame and fortune for himself, you don't care, can others not care?"

"Competing for fame and fortune is in the human race world, but foreign races invade and want to destroy your entire clan, and you still cooperate with them?"

"Hmph, the demons are not that capable!"

Hearing this, Qin Chen sneered and said, "If he had that much ability, he wouldn't be cooperating with you now to seek benefits, but would directly take the dog's head from your neck, kidnap your wife, daughter and children, and destroy your entire family." family!"

"you……"

Qin Chen said again: "Since you are going to die, why don't you take a few demons on your back? Tell me, where are the demons located in Tianhong Sanctuary!"

"You are so capable, go find it yourself." Duan Shanhe roared.

At this moment, by his side, a family of unrequited love, several holy kings have fallen.

How difficult it is to train a holy king.

But at this moment, the speed of death is getting faster and faster.

In less than a stick of incense time, there are thousands of people, and less than 200 people have died.

too fast.

If time dragged on, they would all die here.

On the other hand, Qin Chen and his group were on the altar, watching them quietly, one by one dying.

"I can not be reconciled!"

At this moment, Lingwu Liang roared, and the sound spread hundreds of miles away.

He had just reached the level of Saint Emperor Yiwen, stepped into the gate of the new world, his lifespan was extended, and he could pursue a higher realm again, but he was going to die here.

shhhhhh...

And at this moment, the warriors in the holy realm of the four directions are disheartened.

Suddenly, outside the huge valley, the sound of roads breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

But at this moment, a banner with pale yellow light came towards the wind.

The pale-yellow flag was three feet high, rushing into the valley with strong winds.

But when the flag came galloping, only a long flag was seen breaking through the air.

The long flag moved with the wind, roared out, and shone brightly.

thump...

The dull cracking sound sounded at this moment.

On the long banner, there was a figure with gray hair, but a vigorous figure, with a murderous look.

At this moment, another sound of piercing through the air resounded.

A huge writing brush, more than a dozen feet long, with a hairy tip, with a little ink color, like black needle tips, releasing a terrifying cold air.

On the holder of the huge writing brush, there was a figure, dressed in black, tall and straight, with silver hair, but a pretty handsome face.

At the same time, rays of light shone in all directions, and a ray of light, as if traveling through hundreds of miles, came at this moment.

And in the beam of light formed by the light, a person walked with his hands behind his back, like a fairy in a mirror.

not only that.

Outside the spacious passage, a radiant long sword was directly chopped down at this moment, splitting the 99 images of holy beasts in the sky.

On the holy sword, a figure with disheveled hair fell down.

At the same time, one could only hear buzzing sounds, ringing out at this moment.

During the rumbling sound, a giant cauldron descended from the sky and hit Panlong.

With a clang sound, the giant cauldron was bounced away, and Panlong's body was also trembling at this moment.

At this moment, everyone's face was pale.

That terrifying fluctuation enveloped almost every one of them, making people panic and flustered.

"Tianwu Dao, Tianwukui!" Haotian looked at the old man who was stepping on a long flag and holding a flag, and said in surprise: "Singing Wind Banner, Hun Lei Banner!"

"Mo Yunchen, Mo Yun's sacred artifact Tianyuan ink pen!"

"Mirror Flying Immortal, Holy Mirror of Falling Moon in Mirror Moon Cave."

"The Duanqing family, Duanqingshang, Duanxin holy sword!"

"Lingwu moves the sky, the spirit tripod and Wudun of the Lingwu family!"

At this moment, Haotian looked at the several figures that appeared, as well as the several powerful sacred objects that blocked the light of the sky, and said slowly.

These sacred artifacts are all the supreme inheritance sacred artifacts of the five directions of the holy land.

And those five people, 5 years ago, were the decisive powerhouses of the five forces. At that time, they were already in the realm of the Holy Emperor.

At this moment, it appeared here again.

"You... are not dead." Yi Lingzhi said with a cold expression at the moment.

At this moment, the white-haired Tian Wukui with vicissitudes of life, his burly body erupted with a powerful murderous aura, and snorted, "Child Qin Chen, return the lives of hundreds of people from my Tian Wu Dao clan!"

After drinking a word, the wind-singing flag and Hunlei flag in his hands released wind blades and thunderous thunders at this moment, and rushed directly towards the coiling dragon that surrounded the crowd.

boom……

At this moment, the wind blade and thunder dragon broke apart.

Everyone is heartbroken.

At this time, Mo Yunchen held the Tianyuan ink brush and drew dozens of strokes in a row, directly causing the statue on the mountain, together with the holy pattern, to explode with a bang.

And that mirror flying fairy, a simple mirror with a diameter of one meter in his hand, released rays of light, and wherever he passed, the statues of the heads of sacred beasts also exploded one after another.

At this moment, Duanqingshang was even more straightforward. With a single swing of the sword, the mountain was peeled off a layer of rock and soil.

At this moment, Lingwu moved the sky, holding the Wushi shield, swung the spirit tripod, and smashed it to one side, causing the whole mountain to shake non-stop.

The terrifying atmosphere almost enveloped the entire valley.

And the phantom attacks of those holy beasts finally stopped at this moment.

Ling Wuliang, Duan Shanhe, Jing Zhongyu, Yue Hanying, and Mo Yunyan were all out of breath at this moment, and they were afraid in their hearts.

If it were not for the arrival of the five ancestors, they might have confessed here today.

But at this moment, outside the valley, the sound of piercing through the air resounded again.

There were only about 20 people, and upon closer inspection, each of them looked very old, but none of them was weaker than Ling Wuliang and Mo Yunyan in the aura that erupted from their bodies.

More than twenty people are all at the level of the Holy Emperor.

(End of this chapter)