The silence brought about the fear of falling faith.

As a powerful person, Xiang Qianqiu thought that he could die in many ways, but none of them had anything to do with the Purple Mansion Mirror or even the Yuan Xiang Realm.

He hasn't spoken the first words yet, he hasn't scolded the young man yet, he hasn't shown the majesty of power, he hasn't yet...

He died, at the hands of three thousand people who just a moment ago had looked upon him as ants.

So weird, so...natural. When he was about to die, he was a little afraid of the world. What happened?

His dying eyes glanced at the two people who were seriously injured and vomiting blood with eyes full of disbelief. Xiang Qianqiu regretted why he had rushed to the first place.

But... no matter what, they will also die after despair.

"This is impossible!" The terrifying tide of spiritual power covered them mercilessly, and countless monks even had no time to secretly rejoice in their hearts. There was only shock and fear in their eyes.

A mighty man, dying is enough of a shock, but what if he dies at the hands of a group of low-level monks?

Only fearful despair.

The strange scene made people completely lose their desire to fight. They looked at the young man in white who always had his hands behind his back on the warship.

Among the three sects, there were quite a few who knew Lin Chen, but the shock in their hearts was enough to delay their conversation with their prince.

"Your Mightiness!"

Lin Chen finally spoke, but he did not let them go, "You two use all your strength to compete with my subordinates. If you win, you can leave safely. This island belongs to me."

If you lose, you die.

To be honest, Lin Chen was not very satisfied with the scene just now.

Because those three people had no defense at all. As for the killing power, the evil ghosts were using his power, so there is nothing surprising about this.

He wanted to see if the evil ghosts could fight against the real power.

But in the ears of the two powerful men, these words were tantamount to trampling on their dignity as powerful men.

"good!"

Almost squeezing out a word from between his teeth, the two powerful men glanced at Lin Chen with bloodshot eyes. One day...

boom!

Lin Chen waved his hand and instantly created an illusory high platform above the island. In a trance, the two powerful men and three thousand evil ghosts appeared in that space.

From beginning to end, neither of them discovered how they appeared here.

They looked at each other and saw the horror in each other's eyes. The next moment, the evil ghosts were coming to kill them.

As if it was the fighting consciousness engraved in his bones, or the control of Lin Chen's power, the three thousand evil ghosts were like one body, and no one could be seen jumping out of the battle formation.

Above the head, the phantoms turned into weapons from time to time, and the speed of slashing at the powerful would not be slower than the reaction of any powerful.

It goes without saying that it is powerful. The tide of spiritual power around it has not dissipated yet. Even monks who are well versed in the power of space must avoid its edge.

This also made the two powerful men unable to help but be horrified. These people really had the strength to fight against the powerful men, and they could not succeed by relying on sneak attacks.

It's so weird! These people can quickly block their attacks, but they also have to resist those brave forces that appear. The battle between the two sides suddenly becomes evenly matched.

On the warship, Lin Chen watched quietly, not satisfied with the strength of the evil ghosts.

Although the three thousand evil ghosts fought back and forth with the powerful ones, the disadvantages were equally obvious. If Lin Chen had not used his own power to create a closed space, the two of them would have appeared in an instant where the evil ghosts could not chase them.

Wherever you go, you can kite these three thousand people to death with just a little thought.

And the reason why the fight is like this now is, to be honest, because Lin Chen is right next to him, and his power is silently supporting these evil ghosts to fight. Otherwise, it would never have been possible to kill a powerful monk before.

The mighty one who masters the power of the void is not so easy to kill.

"The number is not enough, and the speed is not fast enough." Lin Chen sighed slightly. After all, this is the power that all living beings are willing to gather together. After all, the three thousand evil ghosts are still few.

Thinking back to the Heroic Spirit Guards we saw at the beginning, the billions of heroic spirits suppressed the dozens of deities in the Tomb of All Nations and did not dare to breathe loudly. They even killed the chickens to scare the monkeys without the need for a second blow.

Recalling the cavalry war horse that the Heroic Spirit Guard sat on, Lin Chen finally understood the solution to speed, otherwise he would have thought he was just riding to show off.

"But this horse is not that easy to deal with." The Heroic Spirit Guard's horse is definitely extraordinary, but Lin Chen couldn't think of any good solution at the moment.

I can only leave it to the disciples of Yujing Tower to look for it slowly.

Looking at the battlefield, Lin Chen, who had already measured the limits of the evil ghosts, did not intend to continue. His eyes flickered palely. In the next moment, the armors covered by the three thousand evil ghosts turned into ice, and the evil ghost masks appeared one after another.

The pupils beneath him turned pale and pale, and the chill between heaven and earth was enough to freeze the void.

In fact, the void was indeed frozen, and the three thousand evil ghosts made a final charge, which ended with the cover of spiritual plagiarism.

Lin Chen cheated, but no one could find out.

It's not that he can't let go of these three great powers, but since he chose this island to be the sect's location of Yujing Tower, it must be forged with blood.

The truest rumor in the world of cultivation is that a high wall that has not been filled with blood cannot stop evil guests from far and near, cannot suppress the future within, and cannot ignite the smoke of attack.

Without any excitement, at the moment the battle ended, the evil ghosts uniformly returned behind Lin Chen, and the latter finally set his sights on the monks of the three sects.

"I'll give you a quarter of an hour to leave my territory. From now on..."

Not only did he face the monks from the three sects, but he also faced the gazes drawn by the powerful tide of spiritual power in the void.

"This is Yujing Tower!"

The sound spread to every corner of the Divine River Region, from the sky to the sky, to the deep sea.

Below the island, the tens of thousands of miles of sea suddenly sank tens of meters, and the sea level became completely uneven.

The consequence of this was that the terrifying huge waves were stirred up, and then spread to all directions, as if the words Yujing Tower were also rushing along with the huge waves.

Fear defeated anger, and within less than a moment of burning incense, Lin Chen could no longer see anyone on the huge island.

"This is what they are fighting for." Lin Chen smiled, stretched out his hand and pinched a gray-white crystal stone.

Using the Fuxu ore, a gray-white crystal stone as big as a fist is extracted and mixed into the flying boat, which can save half the cost of the flying boat.

This half is not half in a numerical sense, but the precious spiritual materials needed to refine the flying boat.

At the same cost, with this thing, more than twice as many flying boats can be made.

This is something strategic. No wonder the three sects have fought with no results until now. Perhaps Cangshui Island was well hidden in the past.

"Let's set off and move to the island!"
Chapter completed!