I picked up the treasure chest in the hands of the goddess

Chapter 388 You are not worthy to be the leader!

In the blink of an eye, Shi An fell to the ground on his back, his eyes widened, he was not blind!

None of the Anmen Sect ancient warriors standing behind Shi An stretched out their hands to support Shi An who fell on his back. Instead, they all backed away, for fear that Shi An's body would hit them!

The sudden change shocked thousands of ancient warriors of the Qian'an sect.

The sudden change made An Zhiyuan wake up suddenly.

"What are you doing!"

Holding the sword in his hand, An Zhiyuan strode forward.

With the sword in hand and the head of the Anmen faction, An Zhiyuan has already stood in front of Ning Chuan and Goubi.

Thousands of ancient warriors from the Anmen sect were completely shocked.

When they saw their head, they confronted them with swords in their hands.

Could it be the head of the sect who wants to support Ning Chuan today?

"An Zhiyuan, they want to die by themselves, they can't blame others!"

"Go away, or he will be your fate!"

Ning Chuan said lightly, pointing to Shi An's body on the ground.

All the ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect glared at Ning Chuan.

They wanted to make a move, wanted to kill Ning Chuan.

However, among them, there were ancient warriors who had been held back by Ning Chuan's use of double talismans, and these ancient warriors did not dare to take the lead.

Those ancient warriors who had never experienced Ning Chuan's use of substitute talismans did not dare to do it because they were not sure that they could kill Ning Chuan by themselves.

If someone dares to take the lead, the rest of the ancient warriors will follow suit.

There are so many people, and thousands of ancient warriors can beat one person, or two people, can't they still beat them?

An Zhiyuan stood in front of them with a sword in his hand, so that they would not dare to make mistakes.

Although the ancient warriors of the Anmen faction had resentment and anger in their hearts, they did not dare to use their swords and guns in the presence of An Zhiyuan!
An Zhiyuan turned around with an extremely ugly expression. He said slowly to Ning Chuan: "Ning Chuan, this is my problem. Don't blame them, okay?"

"My life, this life is yours, and I will fight for you to the last second of my life!"

"But they are all ancient warriors of the Anmen sect, and even members of the An family!"

"I can't do it, abandon them and leave, and continue to follow you."

At this moment, An Zhiyuan made his choice.

He wants to stay and return the members of the An family, the disciples of the An family martial arts school, and the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect, so that they can be integrated into a sharp sword that can be used by Ning Chuan.

This was An Zhiyuan's inner plan, but he would not say it directly.

Only when the members of the An family, the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect, and the disciples of the An family martial arts school were all integrated and reached Ning Chuan's request, An Zhiyuan would bring them and appear in front of Ning Chuan.

This is the only way An Zhiyuan can think of to have the best of both worlds!
Goubi was astonished, she never thought that An Zhiyuan would make a choice, give up following Ning Chuan, and stay here, guarding everything that belongs to him!
"Everyone has his own aspirations, don't force them!"

Ning Chuan didn't look directly at An Zhiyuan, his tone was flat.

An Zhiyuan raised his sword high and roared angrily, "Get out of the way!"

None of the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect moved.

All the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect stared ahead, no one knew what was in their eyes.

"Master, he killed Senior Shi An, so we just let him go!"

Suddenly, among the ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect, someone yelled these words heartbreakingly.

"As the head of the sect, let's just watch the murderer who killed the ancient warrior in the sect leave, and let us make way for the murderer to walk out of the Anjiazu Temple in a grand manner!"

"What kind of head are you!"

"You are not worthy to be the head of our Anmen Sect!"

"Brothers, are you willing to be the leader like this?"

"I don't want to!"

"He doesn't deserve it!"

. . . . . .

An Zhiyuan suddenly slashed the sword in his hand, pointed at the ancient warriors of the Qian'an sect in front of him, and angrily said, "Do you want to rebel?"

"rebel?"

"The ancient warriors of the Anmen School were beheaded and killed. As the head of the sect, you did not kill the murderer, avenged the tragic death of the ancient warriors of the Anmen School, and even let the murderer leave the Anjiazu Temple in a big way!"

"What kind of leader are you?"

"We are not rebelling, we are going to dismiss you as the leader!"

All of a sudden, Anmen sent thousands of warriors glaring at An Zhiyuan one by one.

At this moment, they all moved their minds.

Take An Zhiyuan, take Ning Chuan!

"Whoever kills the murderer will be our new leader!"

I don't know who it is, shouting this sentence out loud.

Immediately afterwards, the atmosphere fell silent.

Quietly, as if time was frozen at this moment.

Three seconds later, an ancient warrior suddenly showed his weapon and charged towards Ning Chuan.

An Zhiyuan stood in front of Ning Chuan, before he had time to think, the sword in his hand moved.

In an instant, the ancient warrior who rushed over was directly stabbed in the chest by the sword in An Zhiyuan's hand.

He stared at An Zhiyuan with wide eyes.

Thousands of ancient warriors from the Anmen sect saw An Zhiyuan kill an ancient warrior from the Anmen sect with his own eyes.

This is the fuse, completely burn up!
The ancient warriors sent by Anmen, regardless of whether this is the Anjiazu Temple, they showed their weapons as if they were crazy.

Crying: kill An Zhiyuan, kill the murderer, revenge.

The sound resounded for a mile around the Anjiazu Temple, and many birds perched on the trees flew away.

Ning Chuan flipped his wrist, and a super rune was used by him.

Ning Chuan rose into the air like a god, floating in mid-air.

All the ancient warriors sent by Anmen raised their heads in shock, looking at Ning Chuan floating in mid-air.

Ning Chuan narrowed his eyes, his mind moved.

One after another, the ancient warriors of the Anmen sect seemed to be tied around their necks with ropes, and they were slowly pulled up from the ground towards midair.

More than 100 ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect, all their weapons fell to the ground, and their hands were crazily grasping in front of their necks, as if they wanted to tear away the invisible rope that bound their necks.

The ancient warriors of the Anmen sect who didn't hang in the air dropped their weapons in a daze.

Ning Chuan waved his hand: "Death!"

170 Two ancient warriors of the Anmen Sect who were suspended in the air, rushed into the air and fell down one after another. When they fell to the ground, they were already lifeless.

Ning Chuan fell to the ground slowly, and the effect of the Super God Talisman passed.

More than ten meters away from where Ning Chuan landed, no ancient warrior of the Anmen Sect dared to approach!

Ning Chuan had no expression on his face, and put his hands behind his back.

At this time, Ning Chuan gave people an immortal aura that came from the sky.

It seemed that as long as Ning Chuan wanted someone to die, that person would die, without even a chance to struggle.

The ancient warriors of the Anmen sect didn't dare to move, for fear that if they moved, they would be targeted by Ning Chuan and become part of the corpses that fell from midair.

(End of this chapter)