Spiritual Resurrection: I Awakened a Divine Martial Spirit

I remember that Yao Chengwen and Yan Cang were both overlord-level forces from the primitive continent. "

These words were like a basin of cold water poured over everyone's heads, making Long Xi and others who were hesitating just now feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

Yes, Yao Chengwen and Yan Cang are both overlord-level forces from the primitive continent. If the holy war breaks out, will the forces behind them just watch helplessly?

For a moment, the temperature on the originally peaceful field suddenly turned freezing.

"Xuanxuan, you are thinking too much. Our current primary goal is to compete with other teams for the inheritance of relics. These are not things we should consider."

After a long time, Lu Qingchen broke the cold atmosphere on the court.

He looked at the silent team members and said with a somewhat cold expression:

"If the forces on the primitive continent will interfere with this battle as Xuanxuan said, then I will chop off their hands.

Even in the lower realm of the Supreme, there is nothing to be afraid of, the only thing is death. Moreover, our generation of warriors have long gone against the will of heaven. Since we have chosen to embark on this path, we should all be prepared to die. "

Having said this, he looked at the central area of ​​the ancient battlefield, then turned to the nine team members behind him and said:

"Rather than thinking about things that have nothing to do with you now, it's better to take advantage of the opening of the ruins to kill some teams to gain points. Compared with the Thunder Team, our points are still too few."

After saying this, Lu Qingchen did not look at the people behind him, but spread his wings and set off directly to the central area.

Anyway, everything that needs to be said has been said, whether Lu Qingchen listens or not is not something Lu Qingchen can control.

For him, even if the overlord-level forces in the original continent really go down to the lower realm, there is nothing to be afraid of. After all, no one can know the outcome until the last moment.

Just like what he said just now, even if there really is a supreme lower realm, so what, it's just death!

Since you have chosen to embark on the path of martial arts, you should be prepared to die in advance.

It's just that Lu Qingchen didn't say a word after these words, and no one heard it.

"If the Supreme Realm really goes down to the next world, then I will do my best. Even if they are reduced to ashes and their souls are scattered, I will definitely leave them all behind!"

...

The middle part of the ancient battlefield, the most central place.

On a mountain top.

Yao Chengwen still stood on the top of the mountain and looked into the distance. His eyes flickered from time to time, as if he was thinking about something.

"According to the location Yan Cang said, Lei Ze and the others should have returned. Why are they so late..."

After estimating the time, Yao Chengwen frowned, seeming to be dissatisfied with Lei Ze's concept of time.

"Um?!"

Suddenly, Yao Chengwen seemed to feel something. He flashed and jumped down from the top of the mountain, as if he had discovered something huge.

"Leize, what are you..."

"Boss, Yao Lan is still behind, go...save her!"

Before Yao Chengwen could finish his words, the purple-haired man in front of him interrupted him.

Lei Ze covered his chest, barely gathering up the last bit of soul power, and pointed diagonally behind him with his finger.

The next moment, Lei Ze's body collapsed.

...

"You guys guard Lei Ze, I'll go out for a while."

After stabilizing Lei Ze's injury, Yao Chengwen first briefly explained to the other members of the team, and then disappeared directly in a flash.

Chapter 392 Yao Chengwen! Meet the Thunder Temple Again

The central area of ​​the ancient battlefield.

"Chi!"

Lu Qingchen sent the Ancient Sky-Slaying Sword into the chest of the king in front of him. Under the despairing eyes of the other party, he held the hilt of the sword and stirred it expressionlessly.

"Boom——"

Lu Qingchen pulled out the Ancient Sky-Slaying Sword from his body without even looking at it. He just let the king's body fall to the ground, finally making a dull sound.

"Xiaochen, your strength is really getting more and more terrifying."

Lu Qingxue and Long Xi, who were following closely behind, looked at the falling body and couldn't help but let out an exclamation of surprise.

Just now, Lu Qingchen single-handedly slaughtered a team led by a king and a team led by a half-step king.

Until the last king died, Lu Qingchen's total time did not exceed five minutes.

"No." Lu Qingchen gently wiped the blood on the sword. As more people were killed, more blood was absorbed, and the blade of the ancient sword became brighter and brighter.

"It's just that this sword is too powerful."

Lu Qingchen explained calmly, holding the Ancient Sky-Slaying Sword in his hand tighter.

Because the original holy sword was given to Liu Yan, Lu Qingchen took out the Ancient Sword of Slaying Heaven. At the same time, he also decided to inform Long Feng and others about the matter of Slaying Heaven Palace after leaving the ancient battlefield.

"This sword?"

When Long Xi and others heard this, they all stared at the bloody sword in Lu Qingchen's hand with curious expressions on their faces.

"Well, this sword belongs to me in the secret realm...wait, there are two teams fighting in the northwest!"

Lu Qingchen was just about to explain the origin of this sword to Long Xi and others, when he suddenly discovered that there was a huge fluctuation in spiritual power within the range of soul induction.

"No, it doesn't seem like there are two teams..."

After sensing it carefully again, Lu Qingchen's expression suddenly became a little strange.

"Xiao Chen, you said that there are two teams fighting in the northwest?"

Long Xi was a little excited when she heard this. If the two teams fought, they could reap the benefits and easily grab 200 points.

"It's not two teams, because there are three kings. No, I don't know if they are half-step kings or kings. It's too weird."

Lu Qingchen frowned. He rarely encountered such a strange situation. Under his perception, the breath of a warrior was very strange.

For example, the breath of the warrior was half-step king at this moment, but it became a king at the next moment. It was simply unbelievable.

Looking at the people around who were ready to move, Lu Qingchen finally decided to go and take a look. Anyway, everyone in the team was in good condition and could deal with anything.

"Let's go and take a look. If possible, it's just right to pick up some points!"

"Okay!"

As Lu Qingchen's words fell, Long Xi and others nodded in agreement.

Since the opening date of the ruins is still a few days away, they are looking for teams to fight during this period. In addition to honing their actual combat skills, they can also pick up more points.

Figures flew out one after another, and under the leadership of Lu Qingchen, everyone went straight to that location.

I don’t know how long it took.

“Stop.”

Lu Qingchen and his companions came to a huge rock. Not far from this rock, it seemed that two teams had broken out in a fierce battle.

“Xiaochen, are you talking about those two teams?”

Long Xi blinked her bright eyes and pointed to the dazzling battlefield in front.

However, Lu Qingchen did not answer her, because on that battlefield, he saw not twenty people, but twenty-one.

Although many people have fallen, Lu Qingchen’s eyesight is very good, and those warriors who have died and fallen to the ground add up to exactly twenty-one.

In other words, there are not two teams in the battlefield ahead, but three.

"Purple robes, that's... someone from the Thunder Temple?!"

Long Xi seemed to have discovered something. She stared at the purple-robed man who was mixed in with many people, and a look of shock appeared on her face.

"Yes, it is indeed someone from the Thunder Temple."

Lu Qingchen nodded and slowly said to everyone,

"And it's not that the two teams broke out in a fight, but that the two teams are joining forces to fight against the warrior from the Thunder Temple."

Everyone looked carefully after hearing this, and as expected, they saw many people besieging the purple-robed man.

The two teams were led by two kings, but at this moment, they looked extremely solemn when facing the purple-robed man from the Thunder Temple.

On the other hand, the purple-robed man from the Thunder Temple looked extremely calm on his face. He was calm under the attack of two kings and several half-step kings, and he was obviously at ease.

Suddenly, the purple-robed man seemed to have noticed something. He looked in the direction of Lu Qingchen and his group, and a smile appeared on his face.

But this smile was completely provocative to Lu Qingchen.

"Brother Chen, that's a warrior from the Thunder Temple, do we want to join?"

Yushan, who was standing by, also saw this scene, but his eyesight was not as strong as Lu Qingchen's, so he could only see the figure, but not his face.

At this moment, he was looking at Lu Qingchen, pointing at the purple-robed young man and making a throat-cutting gesture.

However, Yushan's action was obviously seen by the purple-robed young man. He smiled at Lu Qingchen, and then a strong spiritual power fluctuation suddenly broke out in his body.

Countless thunderbolts instantly enveloped the battlefield.

Under the outbreak of this purple-robed young man, the two strongest people in the two teams, that is, the two kings, were directly defeated by thunderbolt.

The purple-robed young man seized this opportunity and gently grasped the void. Everyone saw a halberd emerge out of thin air. The purple-robed young man held the halberd and swept it directly towards the chests of the two kings.

There were only two "cracks" and the two kings were trembling all over. They were hit by the halberd before they could dodge and spurted out in the air.

After killing the two kings, the purple-robed man did not intend to chase and kill the others. Instead, he held the halberd in one hand and smiled as he wiped Lu Qingchen's neck.

"Haha, so arrogant." Seeing this, Lu Qingchen sneered,

"I didn't expect to meet the captain of the Thunder Team here."

"What? The captain of the Thunder Team?"

Yushan and others were slightly stunned when they heard this, because the distance was a bit far. They only knew that the purple-robed warrior was from the Thunder Temple, but they couldn't see the warrior's face clearly.

And from the aura on his body, he was only between the half-step king and the king realm.

So when they heard Lu Qingchen say that the purple-robed warrior was the captain of the Thunder Team, Yushan and others were naturally a little surprised.

"Yao Chengwen, I heard he's the brother of that unlucky guy."