A large group of sect warriors rushed towards Chen Changsheng.

"Puff!"

As soon as Chen Changsheng got up from the deserted stone, blood spurted out in his chest and his face turned pale.

"Zhensin Ancient Tower..."

"The imperial imperial edict..."

"Sheji Cauldron..."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

I saw that the entire barren mountain was surrounded by water.

Chen Changsheng didn't dare to be careless, and took out all the cards, looked at the people around him coldly, and saw the "Sinnun Ancient Tower". Not to mention the people from Zhou Wuyun's dynasty, even the strong men from the sects of Kunlun Holy Land stopped and looked at him with vigilance.

"Tsk tsk! It turns out that the imperial edict of our Zhou Wuyun Dynasty is also in your hands. No wonder, Wu Yuchi, who has mastered the Immortal Order, will let you take away the ancient tower of Zhenshou." Wu Zhengrong walked over slowly, looked at Chen Changsheng with a smile, and said lightly.

"Is it an imperial realm?"

Chen Changsheng pursed his lips and chuckled, "Wu Zhengrong, do you want to give it a try? Seeing that I self-destructed these treasures, will you, the powerful man in the imperial realm, survive in danger?"

Swish!

Hearing Chen Changsheng's threat, Wu Zhengrong's smile froze, and he looked at Chen Changsheng with a gloomy face and said, "Boy, if you self-destruct these treasures, you will probably be doomed."

"Or why don't you try it?" Chen Changsheng said with a provocative look on his face.

When the other powerful sects heard Chen Changsheng's threat, they subconsciously retreated for a while and did not dare to get too close.

The power of an ancestral weapon, which is probably impossible for even powerful people like Wu Zhengrong to resist, let alone them.

"hiss!"

Seeing the smile on Chen Changsheng's face, Wu Zhengrong gritted his teeth with hatred, but he didn't dare to try it. He took a deep breath and said, "Boy, return the ancient tower of Zhenshu. I can leave the previous ones without any blame, and even protect you from being safe and sound, how about it?"

"Wu Zhengrong, do you Zhou Wuyun Dynasty still have credibility?" Chen Changsheng narrowed his eyes and looked at Wu Zhengrong with a sneer, saying, "I remember that Wanbeast Palace is considered the power of Zhou Wuyun Dynasty. Now, the dignified Zhou Wuyun Dynasty actually colluded with the people from Kunlun Holy Land to deal with our Wanbeast Palace..."

"Hmph! This is your Ten Thousand Beast Palace, and you are responsible for your own fault." Wu Zhengrong said coldly.

"It's such a fault." Chen Changsheng smiled, glanced at the others around him expressionlessly, and said lightly: "Whoever wants to die can stand over and give it a try."

The group of people were silent.

It is not easy for a warrior to practice until today.

Even though they knew that the other party would self-destruct the ancestral weapon and get closer, they would even destroy it. How could they rush up at all even though they knew there was danger?

What's more, Wu Zhengrong, an imperial powerhouse, was present.

It's not their turn to make the decision.

"Jiuli's Heavenly Stories."

Woo woo woo woo woo!

Standing next to Wu Zhengrong, the old man with a scathing eyes, saw that Chen Changsheng's attention was all on Wu Zhengrong.

Suddenly he took action.

A powerful aura burst out from him.

More than a dozen phantoms of the ancestors of the Jiuli Ancient Clan appeared behind Chen Changsheng, holding various weapons and imprisoning Chen Changsheng.

"Haha... sleepy... trapped, Prince Wu, this little beast was trapped by the secret technique of our Jiuli tribe, and exploded? Humph! Even if it was a finger, he couldn't move now." The old man said with a show-off look on his face.

"good……"

Wu Zhengrong didn't expect that an old man from the eighth-grade sect would have such skills. Seeing the phantoms of the Jiuli ancestors, he nodded secretly and walked over step by step.

"Boy, didn't you threaten me with your ancestral weapon before?"

"Bang……"

Wu Zhengrong raised his hand and punched him in the chest.

The power of a powerful man in the imperial realm cannot be underestimated. If Chen Changsheng had not been tempered by the "Imperial Dao God Fist", I am afraid that Wu Zhengrong's punch would have killed half of his life.

"Chensin Gu Tower, come here."

Seeing the "Sinniao Ancient Tower", the other people from Kunlun Holy Land, although they were jealous, they did not dare to compete with a powerful emperor.

What's more, this ancestral weapon was originally something from Zhou Wuyunchao.

Wu Zhengrong reached out and grabbed the ancient tower of Zhenshu flew over.

"Prince Wu, how do you deal with this kid?" The old man from Jiuli Sect walked to Wu Zhengrong and said with a flattering look on his face: "He doesn't take you seriously again and again. Just so happen that our Jiuli Sect has some torture methods. Should Prince Wu take a look?"

"oh?"

Wu Zhengrong didn't expect that an old man in the holy body would flatter him so he could be pleasing to the eye. When he thought of the "Zhen Gulou", he squinted his eyes and nodded, saying, "Okay, while that old Guhuang was not killed, you can perform and let me appreciate it!"

"Yes, Prince Wu."

The old man nodded with a smile on his face, took out a piece of white bone whip from his body, and said gloatingly: "Prince Wu, this is the soul whip passed down from our Jiuli tribe and ancestors, whipping it on his body..."

Rumble!

Before the old man from Jiuli Sect finished speaking, a momentum that was more than ten times stronger than Wu Zhengrong suddenly enveloped everyone.

"Immortal...Immortal Emperor?"

Feeling this momentum, Wu Zhengrong's face also changed wildly.

"Hmph! A prince from Zhou Wuyun Dynasty actually worked with so many people to bully a younger young man in the Holy Body Realm, and it is not embarrassing to do so."

A voice with warm anger suddenly rang in everyone's ears. Suddenly, the elder of the Tianji Sect appeared on the barren mountain with a large group of elite children.

The middle-aged man, like Wu Zhengrong, is a powerful man in the imperial realm.

"Tianji Gate?"

Swish!

Seeing these people from Tianji Sect, Wu Zhengrong's face changed slightly, but he eased up the next second and said lightly: "It turned out that the leader of Tianji Sect is here. Now, our Zhou Wuyunchao has joined forces with your Kunlun Holy Land. It is a bit inappropriate to ridicule this king!"

In Wu Zhengrong's view, Tianji Gate is the same as Dachan Temple.

They are all giants in Kunlun Holy Land.

They are just here now, with the same purpose as theirs.

"Join together?"

The eyes of the leader of Tianji Sect stayed on Chen Changsheng for a moment. Before Wu Zhengrong could take back the ancient tower of Zhenshu, he grabbed it with one hand.

"Swish!"

Seeing the actions of the leader of Tianji Sect, Wu Zhengrong's face changed suddenly and he said coldly: "Master of Tianji Sect, this is the ancient tower of Zhensin in Zhou Wuyun's Zhou Dynasty. What do you want to do?"

"snort!"

The leader of Tianji Sect snorted coldly, looked at Chen Changsheng with a smile, and said, "Your Chen, this ancient tower in the town should have been refined by you!"

Hulala!

Seeing that the leader of Tianji Sect snatched the ancient tower of Zhenshu from Wu Zhengrong, he not only did not take it for himself, but instead returned the ancient tower to Chen Changsheng.

Wu Zhengrong was stunned.

The old man from Jiuli Sect also had a dull look.
Chapter completed!