The entire study courtyard was shrouded in a layer of white and fragrant book.

"Bang, bang, bang..."

After seeing the power of the Soji Cauldron, all the Confucian scholars and disciples in the Saint Palace worked hard. Thirty or forty saints magic techniques suddenly buried Chen Changsheng and the Turtle Soul inside.

There was constant explosion.

Countless tables and chairs, saints and ancient sages were shattered all over the floor in the blink of an eye.

Inside the white mist.

"Yaaa..."

The turtle soul stood on Chen Changsheng's shoulder and saw the overwhelming saint magic sweeping over. He opened his mouth and swallowed it violently. There were continuous sounds of gurgling sounds from his throat. Seven or eight saint magic magic condensed by the fragrance of books was swallowed into his stomach by it.

My body, which was originally the size of a washbasin, soared several times.

"Little guy, if you don't get faster, I can't hold on." Chen Changsheng urged with pain. The saint magic techniques practiced by these Confucian scholars and disciples were not weak, at least two or more than thirty times stronger than ordinary heavenly magic techniques.

The ice dragon spear turned into a dragon that was more than ten meters long, helping him and the turtle soul to block most of the saint magic. Even so, the remaining few saints hit him, making him feel so painful...

“Hohuh!”

Chen Changsheng's eyes were red, and there was no place in his body. Not only was his clothes broken, but his skin became cracked inch.

Blood sprinkled all over the floor.

"The magic of this Saint Palace is really amazing. If my body had not been tempered by the Emperor's God Fist, if it were an ordinary Tiande Realm warrior, I'm afraid that any saint magic would be bombarded by them, they would have been wiped out!" Chen Changsheng gritted his teeth and murmured.

"Yaaaa?"

The turtle soul exclaimed urgently, and the majestic and fierce aura instantly swept out from it, and the turtle chains on its back sounded even louder.

"Bang..."

The nine turtle chains tied to the sky monument were broken and returned to its body. The momentum suddenly surged and its eyes became more fierce. It opened its mouth and growled low, and the terrifying aura dissipated.

The entire Calligraphy Court shaking.

"Yeah...ahah!"

Seeing Chen Changsheng's cracked and tragic situation.

The turtle soul was also angry.

He lifted up its claws that were several times thicker, and slapped the holy arts he used at the Saint Palace Confucian scholars. He heard a bang, and all the more than a dozen saint magics were blocked by it. Not to mention hurting it, these holy arts could not even disperse the hostility on its claws.

"hiss……"

Seeing this scene, the Confucian scholars standing beside Xie Xin were stunned.

Looking at the turtle soul, whose body was several times larger than the beginning, a terrifying look appeared in his eyes. How powerful is the magic of the Saint Palace? They are even more clear than Chen Changsheng and Bai Ningxue.

Now, seventeen or eight saints' magic tricks hit the turtle soul, and even the anger on its claws could not be dissipated. How can we not shock these saint disciples?

"Damn, what kind of monster is this kid? His ancient cauldron is already very powerful. Unexpectedly, this beast soul is even more abnormal." A Confucian scholar said crazy with a ferocious face.

The other Confucian scholars in the Saint Palace also had palpitations on their faces, with only evil hearts. They looked at the turtle soul with burning eyes. A greedy look flashed in their eyes. They licked their lips and murmured, saying, "Is this the method of sin?"

"Crazy!"

The iron chain on the back of the turtle soul suddenly rang.

"careful."

Swish!

Xie Xin's face changed. As soon as he spoke, he saw the iron chains on the back of the turtle soul flying out like a dance, intertwined, fixed on the walls of the Book Academy like a maze, separating all the Confucian scholars.

"A little bit of the country, broken."

"Bang……"

The holy pen in Xie Xin's hand turned into a stream of light on the turtle chain, making a crisp sound, and it was shaken back, and even the tip of the pen was broken.

"Xie...Xiexin Senior Brother, what is this method?" The Confucian scholar from the Immortal Painting Academy said with a pale face.

The remaining disciples of the Saint Palace saw that they were trapped inside by the turtle chains, and their expressions became flustered.

Everyone looked at Xie Xin at a loss.

"Idiot..." Seeing the disciples of the Saint Palace standing there stupidly, their faces turned pale, cursed inwardly, and said, "What are the wastes, why are they still doing? Why don't you smash these iron chains quickly? I want to wait for that kid to come over and destroy you one by one?"

"Slaughter...slaughter us?"

When everyone heard Xie Xin’s reminder, they were shocked and suddenly realized it. They all used their best holy arts to try to break the turtle chains in front of them.

"Bastard, what are these damn iron chains? How can they not be broken?" A Confucian scholar who ranked at the bottom tried his best to shake the turtle chains in front of him. His eyes suddenly turned red and he cursed in anger.

"call……"

Chen Changsheng, who had a breath of breath, took a few deep breaths, looked at the Confucian scholars in the Saint Palace, and sneered: "I have been fighting for so long, it's my turn now! I want to see how powerful the immortal arts of your Saint Palace are."

"The Emperor's God's Fist..."

Pa, pa, pa.

As soon as Chen Changsheng made a move, the bones on his body sounded brittle. The phantom of the ancient emperor condensed into the boxing spirit. Hundreds of boxing shadows swept over to one of the Confucian scholars.

"ah……"

Just a scream was heard, and I saw that the Confucian scholar who was approaching Chen Changsheng had not had time to struggle, and he burst into a blood mist and was sucked in by the turtle chain, and even the remaining soul could not be left behind.

These Confucian scholars from the Saint Palace were stunned.

Although the Thirty-third Heaven was destroyed, their Saint Palace has stood here for millions of years. Didn’t the people who broke in in the past, even the strong men who could push forward in the Pseudo-Emperor Realm, end up falling into their trap?

Now, a boy in the Holy Body Realm makes them feel embarrassed. Even the owner of the first courtyard of the Saint Palace, Xie Xin, is a little difficult to accept.

His eyes looked at Chen Changsheng with murderous aura and said ferociously: "Boy, you dare to kill the head of our Saint Palace, okay... Even if you have a great background, you can't even think of walking out of our Calligraphy Court alive. Now let's stop. For the sake of that sin turtle, this dean can still give you a way out."

"Crime Turtle?"

Hearing Xie Xin screaming out the identity of Turtle Soul in one whisper, a look of surprise flashed across Chen Changsheng's face. His eyes stayed on Xie Xin for a moment. Without speaking, he turned around and rushed towards another Confucian scholar in the Saint Palace, as fast as lightning.

"The Emperor's God's Fist..."

"Sheji Cauldron..."

"Shocking Dragon Scout..."

“…”
Chapter completed!