Seeing the thirty or forty Confucian scholars from the Saint Palace rushed over together, Chen Changsheng's eyelids also twitched wildly. These saints and disciples were all in the realm of the Heavenly Destiny. Even if one punched him, it would be enough for him to feel uncomfortable for a long time.

What's more, these saint disciples held powerful holy tools in their hands.

Even if his physique is different from ordinary people, he will be beaten by these holy weapons, and he will not dare to be careless at the moment. His mind moved slightly, and his powerful soul power instantly swept out from him and condensed into the appearance of a country tripod.

"Sheji Cauldron, crush it for me..."

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

Before those saint disciples could get out of the holy weapons and magic weapons, they heard a loud bang before they could get close to Chen Changsheng, and the sovereign tripod swept over with a majestic momentum, turning into a stream of light towards the holy pens, ancient inkstones, fairy zithers... and crushed them.

Chen Changsheng's Cauldron was transformed from the ancient books of the Three Emperors. There was also a large earth dragon vein weighing millions of pounds. An ordinary immortal weapon. Ancient treasures were crushed and turned into a pile of fragments in an instant. The holy weapons on the hands of these saints, except for the holy pen on the hand of Xie Xin, were all the rest of them, like ordinary ancient immortal weapons.

"Bang……"

The Sheji Cauldron crushed over and heard a crackling sound. Then he saw that the thirty or forty holy artifacts were broken all over the ground. More than half of the saints and disciples who had rushed over were all stopped in place.

In his eyes, he looked at Chen Changsheng's cauldron in horror, and his body couldn't help but tremble.

"I... my nine-hole stone inkstone, this is a treasure passed down by the ancestor of the saint!" A Confucian scholar who looked forty or fifty years old, his eyes were red and his arms trembled slightly, carefully picked up the fragments of the inkstone on the ground.

"Ask...ask the pen."

"Xianyuan Paper..."

“…”

When the other saints and disciples saw that their saint's magic weapon was crushed by Chen Changsheng's cauldron, their faces turned pale in a flash.

His lips and beard trembled.

"Xie... Brother Xiexin, what is the ancient cauldron sacrificed by that little beast?" The Confucian scholar in the Immortal Painting Academy calmed down the look of horror on his face, turned to look at Xiexin beside him, and asked in a trembling voice.

"The ancient book of the Three Emperors is a magical method condensed." Xie Xin's eyes stayed on the Soji Cauldron for a moment, and a sinister look flashed in his eyes, saying: "The ancient cauldron also has a large dragon vein, and any blow can have the power of millions of pounds. The ordinary magic weapon of the saint will naturally not shake it."

"Big...the earth dragon vein?"

Swish!

Hearing the words "Dragon Vein of the Earth", all the saints and disciples present suddenly shook their minds and their eyes gradually became hot. You must know that creatures like the Earth Dragon Vein are not only rare, but also difficult to capture. Even a young dragon vein that has just been cultivated requires great opportunities to be captured.

Even if the ancient sects encounter these earth dragon veins, they will be moved by the imperial clans of the heavens, let alone those of them. Therefore, after hearing the words earth dragon veins, their eyes fell on the country tripod.

"Senior Brother Xiexin, this earth dragon vein must be left in our Saint Palace." The Confucian scholar from the Immortal Painting Academy looked at Chen Changsheng and licked his lips, buzzing.

Xie Xin nodded, and the hostility on the holy pen instantly surged a few points.

Woo woo woo woo woo!

Although the remaining Confucian scholars were drooling at the dragon veins in the Sheji Cauldron, their scalps became numb again when they thought of the power of the Sheji Cauldron.

"Senior Brother Xiexin and Senior Brother Xianhua, our holy weapon was destroyed by that little beast. The ancient cauldron had a random blow, and it had a force of millions of pounds. How should we deal with him?" Another Confucian scholar from another academy said bitterly.

Xianhua frowned, and did not speak, but looked at the evil heart beside her.

"Hmph! Just a mere ancient cauldron of millions of pounds, what's there to be afraid of?" Xie Xin's face was filled with a layer of hostility, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes. He looked at Chen Changsheng and the Turtle Soul, and said in a deep voice: "You dare to break into our Saint Palace. Today, even if he has three heads and six arms, he can't escape from the Book Academy. Just leave that kid's ancient cauldron to me. The rest of you will capture him and the Turtle Soul alive."

“Hohuh!”

After hearing Xie Xin's words, not only the Confucian scholars in the academy who ranked at the bottom, but also the middle-aged man in the Immortal Painting Academy secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly said, "Don't worry, Brother Xie Xin! Just leave that little beast and his beast soul to us."

With evil intentions, they took action against the country tripod. The remaining disciples of the Saint Palace became eyeing each other again. Although the holy weapons were destroyed, they had lived in the Saint Palace for so many years, and they had the cultivation level of the Heavenly Destiny Realm, and they had countless saint methods.

"Ancient Saint Soul Chasing Technique..."

"Holy Light Technique..."

"The holy tree blooms..."

“…”

Thirty or forty saints and disciples took action together, and the entire Calligraphy Court instantly enveloped. A layer of white and misty bookish atmosphere, Bai Ningxue and Lei Xiaoniao, who had a slightly distance away, saw the methods used by these saints and disciples.

A heart suddenly rose into my throat.

He was so nervous that he didn't dare to take a breath, for fear that Chen Changsheng would be destroyed in an instant after being flooded by their holy arts. With their eyesight, it was naturally obvious that the methods of these saint disciples were not as powerful as those of God-level powers, but they were more than a little stronger than ordinary heavenly magic.

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz.

The overwhelming white fog and holy art drowned Chen Changsheng in the blink of an eye.

Lei Xiaoniao's expression tightened, and he swallowed twice. He looked at Bai Ningxue beside him and said, "Mrs. Young Master, you say, Young Master... Young Master, right?"

Young lady?

Bai Ningxue's pretty face turned red in a flash. Although there was a look of worry in her beautiful eyes, her tone was extremely affirmative, saying: "His body has been tempered, and she is ten times stronger than ordinary Tianming Realm warriors, and more than twenty times stronger. Unless it is the magical power of the powerful emperor, no matter how powerful the saints of these saint disciples are, they cannot kill him."

"oh."

After hearing Bai Ningxue's words, Lei Xiaoniao breathed a little relieved and looked at Chen Changsheng and Turtle Soul in the white mist. Although he could only see a little outline and shadow, he saw that the two of them were not destroyed, so he put his heart back into his stomach.
Chapter completed!