The two War Emperor-level Warriors in the Temple of Death are holding the head of the evil god Cossack.
When they walked to Li Chuchen, they knelt down together.
Their attitude is very sincere, and even more sincere than when they see the god of death.
But Li Chuchen didn't look at them at all.
He just said coldly: "If you don't want to die now, just get out of here."
There is no good thing for the people in the Temple of Death.
Even if they killed the evil gods, they would not change the fact that they once formed the Eight Gods Alliance and besieged the Temple of Prison Gods.
Li Chuchen's heart is like a mirror and sees it very thoroughly.
If it weren't for the four major battles, they would definitely be the ones who would die today.
Because the seven temples were full of strong people, they gathered a total of thirty War Emperor-level powerful people.
No matter how strong Li Chuchen is, he is still not a strong man at the level of War.
Naturally, they can't withstand their siege.
The two War Emperor-level powerhouses in the Death Temple never expected to be rejected by Li Chuchen.
They thought they were a War Emperor-level powerhouse.
Anyway, it will also be welcomed by the Prison God.
Unexpectedly, the Prison God didn't take them seriously at all.
But this is normal.
There are four war-level powerful people in the Prison Temple.
How could the Prison God care about them, these War Emperor-level powerhouses?
Li Chuchen scolded him.
The two War Emperor-level powerhouses in the Temple of Death could only retreat in shame.
They dared not return to their original standing position.
Because they surrendered to the Prison God Temple, although the Prison God did not accept their surrender.
However, in the eyes of others, they are already enemies, not allies.
"Dragon God Temple, Dragon God Ye Tianlong, it's your turn!"
Li Chuchen drove away the two War Emperor-level powerhouses from the Death Temple and turned his attention to Ye Tianlong.
"Ye Tianlong, I don't need to say more about the rules. If you beat me, you can leave."
Ye Tianlong felt bitter in his heart.
He is the strength of a seven-star war emperor.
When fighting with Li Chuchen, it basically goes up to give it to your head.
But it is definitely not possible if you don't fight.
Li Chuchen will not give up.
Ye Tianlong walked out of the crowd dejectedly.
He looked at Li Chuchen, his throat rolled up and down, and swallowed with some difficulty.
He said helplessly: "Prison God, you and I are both from Yanguo."
"I admit that I did something wrong last time."
"For the sake of our Yan people, the God of Prison, can I give me a chance?"
"Can!"
Li Chuchen agreed readily, but soon, he added, "You go over and let Yamamotojiro cut a knife, and I will let you go."
Yamamotojiro's samurai sword.
He has applied poisons made from a unique secret recipe for the Demon Temple all year round.
This poison is very powerful.
If Ye Tianlong did what Li Chuchen said.
Even if Yamamotoro didn't kill him with one knife.
Ye Tianlong will eventually die of poisoning.
Both sides and vertically, one will die!
Ye Tianlong, as one of Yamamotojiro's allies, naturally knew this.
"The God of Prison, everyone says that enemies should be resolved rather than formed, and I have apologized to you."
"If you are not satisfied, you can raise any conditions. I, Ye Tianlong, swear that I will definitely do what I can do."
"And, as long as you let me go, from now on, my Dragon Temple will follow your orders, how about it?"
"Dragon Temple is like garbage. Do you think I will care about your Dragon Temple?"
Li Chuchen said disdainfully, "Ye Tianlong, don't talk nonsense, make a choice!"