Qianhuan God dissipated his momentum and appeared in front of everyone with the appearance of Chen Longxuan.

These peak ancient gods were stunned.

"You... are Chen Longxuan's extraterritorial clone?

How could you surpass your original body and become so strong?”

The God of Wuji asked directly.

Bang!! But the answer to him was a big fist.

Qianhuan God blew his right fist, looked at Wuji Shangshen who had already flown into the distance and had two panda eyes, and then said, "Who told you that I am an extraterritorial clone?

Could it be that the extraterritorial clones are not you?

Look at you who are weak and claim to be the best God. In my hands, you are just a bunch of garbage.

How many punches I just hit you, do you know?"

Wuji is so stupid that he has never been beaten for many years, or in other words, no one can beat him like this.

But he didn't react just now, and he didn't know how he took action.

So now Qianhuan God asked him how many punches he had punched himself, which was a huge insult.

"You..." Bang bang bang bang bang... Wuji Shangshen was about to blame him, but suddenly a burst sound came from his body, and his body flew out again with the burst sound, as if a deflated ball was flying everywhere.

The other nine peak ancient gods saw the appearance of Wuji God and all covered their mouths. They were too strong, so strong that they could not imagine.

Is this the peak ancient?

The one who touched the most was the leader of the demon clan, because Qianhuan God once said before that if a person beats him a hundred times, he would have to kneel down and sing to conquer him. Although he didn't know how to sing, the leader of the demon clan now knew that he could really beat him a hundred times.

Bang bang bang bang bang... After a sudden sound, Wuji Shangshen almost flew back in pieces. It was not him who flew back by himself, but who was beaten back.

"Only one thousand, eighty punches!"

The Qianhuan God seemed to be very dissatisfied with his performance, so he raised his eyes to look at the other gods.

The others hurriedly dodged backwards. This guy was so scary. What speed was this?

And speed is not the key, the key is how much this person's control over power has reached that he can get a god to get one thousand,080 punches without realizing it?

Also, they didn't feel a trace of time and inheritance just now, that is, this person used pure physical power.

This is even more terrifying. The gods predicted that this person's physical power must have reached the level of the time beast.

Isn't this exactly what they are pursuing?

Therefore, the gods were both nervous and excited at the moment, and they felt like they wanted to come forward and become disciples.

"Do you know why you hit me?

Because you are too talkative, as a saint, don’t you understand that silence is gold, will your will be better than words?

Should you be beaten?"

Qianhuan God directly scolded the Wuji Supreme God who was recovering, as if he had been resentful of him for a long time.

"And you!"

Papapapapapapapapapapapa... Qianhuan God just stretched out his palm, and Lingmiao Shangshen waved his head like crazy. With the sound, the beautiful face was visible to the naked eye. It quickly swelled up and soon became a pig's head.

After stopping, Qianhuan God continued to teach his lesson: "Do you know why you hit?

A long-tongue woman, a stinky tongue girl, it's time to be beaten!"

"And you guys!"

Ping Ping Pong... After a slap, every god was beaten to pieces, and he had no power to fight back, and he could not even have the idea of ​​resisting.

Qianhuan God didn't know why, but suddenly stopped and said in horror: "Strange! How could I be influenced by his memory and hate these people to the core?"

As he spoke, the leader of the demon clan in his hand suddenly let out a tragic howl, and then the guy was covered in blood and couldn't stop him.

"You have helped you and you will be killed. You are really heartless, so there is no need for this heart."

Puff!! As the Thousand Phantom God spoke, a palm actually reached into the chest of the demon leader, as if he had grabbed something at once. The demon leader's face suddenly became distorted and his whole body trembled violently.

You should know that the cultivation of the demon clan is mainly based on the heart, and through refining the heart, we can forge bloodlines and strengthen the whole body. Only in this way can the corrosive demonic energy be accommodated.

As long as the Thousand Illusion God uses a little force, the heart of the demon leader will be crushed, and his cultivation will be completely in vain.

"Forget it! It's really not easy to practice until now. I'll let you go today, but you can't escape the death penalty, and you can't escape the death penalty. I'm not interested in your primitive realm, so I'll give it to Chen Longxuan.

Do you know what to do?"

Qianhuan God withdrew his palm and said lightly.

All the eleven gods present nodded unconsciously. They just wanted to send the demon away. They were so powerful that they could not breathe.

"That's good, I'll follow you."

As soon as he finished speaking, the figure of Qianhuan God began to fade, and then turned into light and completely dissipated in the sky.

These eleven Gods seemed to be dreaming, and felt so unreal, and they felt like they fell from the sky to the ground... No! They fell directly into the eighteen levels of hell, and then climbed out again.

Now it's finally landed.

"This...what should we do in the future?"

Wuji Shangshen couldn't help but break the silence, but as soon as he said that, he quickly covered his mouth and looked around in horror.

It was not until I was convinced that there was no danger that I let out a long sigh.

There is a psychological shadow! Especially Chen Longxuan's appearance has been deeply engraved in their minds. Whenever they think of this appearance, they feel trembling all over and breathing will stagnate.

“What’s wrong with this…?

Have we been a demon?

Is Chen Longxuan a devil?"

Another saint said in a bad mood.

Bang!! As soon as he finished speaking, his body exploded and it took him a long time to recover. The man had turned pale and sweated profusely.

How could it be so powerful?

Can't even say something bad?

At this moment, the eleven gods had already understood that the appearance of Chen Longxuan, portrayed in his mind, was monitoring them.

They cannot make mistakes in every word or action, otherwise the consequences will be serious.

The saint who had just exploded suddenly lost a thousand years of practice because he said something bad.

"I think Chen Longxuan is the one chosen by heaven. We should support him, love him, and support him wholeheartedly. The future of the three major realms depends on him."

The speaker is naturally the most shameless leader of the demon clan. He has just experienced a real life and death crisis. The deep fear has been rooted in his memory, and he has no intention of resisting at all.

So he followed the understanding and said something slightly against his will, but for some reason, when he said this, he felt refreshed and transparent than ever before.

The injury he had just suffered was healed in this instant, and another mysterious inheritance appeared in his mind. He was as if he had been enlightened at this moment.

He realized it!
Chapter completed!