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Chapter 1945 I don't want to die

This scene stunned everyone around Qin Chen.

These twenty or so people all have the aura of the Holy Emperor, and none of them are weaker than Lingwu Liang, Mo Yunyan, and Duan Shanhe.

Moreover, if you look closely, you will see that although the two dozen old men are very old, their life auras are extremely powerful.

More than twenty Holy Emperors!

Where did it come out of nowhere?

Qin Chen also raised his eyebrows at this moment.

More than twenty people arrived and gathered around Tianwukui and Mo Yunchen, the ancestors of the Five Directions Saint Realm.

At the same time, the remaining two hundred people were torn off one after another at this moment.

Thousands of people, more than half died.

Lingwu Liang came to Lingwu Dongtian's side and said with shame: "Tianzu... I was negligent!"

At this moment, Lingwu Dongtian held up a palm-sized spiritual cauldron, and the shield in front of him floated with a green light.

"This son... is too cunning. I can't blame you entirely. It's just that... as a Holy Emperor, he has no fear and is overconfident. Do you think you are very powerful?"

Lingwu Dongtian’s voice was reproachful.

Lingwu Liang lowered his head at this moment and did not dare to refute.

What Lingwu Dongtian said is indeed true.

The few of them reached the realm of the Holy Emperor, their hearts swelled, thinking that they had nothing to fear here, and they pursued Qin Chen all the way, only to fall into Qin Chen's trap and suffer heavy losses.

At this moment, Duan Qingshang of the Duanqing clan was carrying a long sword on his back. His clothes looked ordinary, but when he stood there, he looked like an unsheathed sword, giving people a sense of

A feeling of transcendence.

Duan Shanhe was standing beside Duan Qingshang, silent and his face turned red.

"I just spent some time looking for the sacred artifacts from all directions, and you have become like this. Isn't the experience of 80,000 years ago enough to give you a long memory?" Duan Qingshang's voice was sonorous and powerful, and every word was heartfelt.

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The ancestor of Immortal Jing Fei of Mirror Moon Cave looked at Jing Zhongyu and Yue Hanying with a gloomy expression on his face.

Their own inheritance was taken away by Qin Chen. These two people are such wastes.

Among the Mo Yun clan, Mo Yunchen was holding the Tianyuan ink pen in his hand, but he didn't say a word and looked calm.

However, Mo Yunyan seemed at a loss at this moment and did not dare to say anything.

The one with the coldest expression was Tian Wukui.

Tian Zhencang, the current master of Tianwu Dao, lost his life, and all the masters of martial arts were killed.

The loss is not small!

At this moment, more than twenty Holy Emperors appeared, making everyone around Qin Chen look extremely ugly.

Those are all Holy Emperors.

It is true that they have reached the realm of the Holy King one after another. They can fight against the Holy King, but facing the Holy King...

That is asking for death.

Haotian and Yi Lingzhi were also cautious at this moment, standing on the left and right of Qin Chen, ready to take action at any time.

On the altar, the dragon was crushed to pieces.

The statues of sacred beasts carved on the surrounding mountains were also cracked one after another.

The valley is now devastated.

The five powerful Holy Emperors took action and instantly broke through the formation of the Ten Thousand Beasts and Heavenly Evil that Qin Chen had activated.

"Any trick or trick is worthless in the face of absolute crushing strength."

Tian Wukui's voice was thunderous at this moment, and he said slowly: "It's just a dead end."

When Qin Chen heard this, he smiled and said: "How can this be called a trick? I can activate the holy formation here and kill you. This is my ability."

"If you can do it, you can do it, and you don't have to do it yourself. What a bargain!"

Mo Yunchen held the Tianyuan ink pen in his hand and said with a slight smile: "As expected of you, you are from the lineage of the Holy Beast Sect. Your appearance is exactly the same as that of the Holy Lord Yutian!"

"Have you ever seen Yutian Shengzun?" Qin Chen asked back: "You shouldn't. Fifty thousand years ago, you were the leader of the Moyun clan. So, 80,000 years ago, you might just be the leader of the Moyun clan.

A small tribesman shouldn’t be qualified to see Yutian Shengzun, right?”

As soon as these words came out, Mo Yunchen's expression turned cold.

He is not qualified!

Back then, the Holy Lord Yutian was extremely powerful, but at that time, he was just a child.

"Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!"

Above Jing Feixian's head, the Inverted Moon Holy Mirror hangs in the air, emitting rays of light, making Jing Feixian look like an immortal.

"But now, what else can you do!"

Jing Feixian snorted coldly: "When you are desperate, you will die."

Qin Chen led the people from the Five Directions Holy Realm to this place. It can be said that he was smart and wanted to use the holy formation here to kill the people from the Five Directions Holy Realm.

But now, the killing array has been broken, and Qin Chen and others have become turtles in the jar, with no way to escape.

"what to do?"

At this moment, Haotian murmured.

He just condensed the void body pattern and cannot be regarded as a true Holy Emperor.

Moreover, the Jing Feixian, Tian Wukui and others in front of them are definitely not as simple as condensing a body pattern.

In addition, several people hold the inherited sacred weapons of various holy realms, and their strength can be said to be further strengthened.

Qin Chen looked at a few people and laughed.

"No wonder I haven't seen any of you from the very beginning to now. I think it's also the case. How can there not be a few old antiques in charge of the inheritance of the Holy Land?"

Qin Chen smiled and said: "So I went to get the sacred artifacts from your five parties. I must have paid a lot of money to get the sacred artifacts, right?"

As soon as these words came out, the expressions of many ancestors changed.

Qin Chen is right.

They originally had more than fifty Holy Emperors in total.

But now there are only about twenty people left, and more than half of them were lost due to taking the holy artifact.

But even so, the holy weapon must be taken!

These powerful holy weapons are also closely related to the holy techniques inherited from the five directions.

In the past tens of thousands of years, no powerful person beyond the level of the Holy Emperor has been born in the clan, and it is also because the holy weapon is not there.

"Stop talking nonsense to him!"

At this moment, Lingwu Dongtian took a step forward, and the Lingding and Wudun were both shining with light at this moment.

"Kill this boy as soon as possible and feel at ease!"

Several ancestors all nodded.

This time, the loss was too great.

The death and injury of the Holy King and Heavenly Saint were really unacceptable to them.

"Feel sorry."

Qin Chen looked at the other party, shook his head and said: "It's so glorious, I don't want to die yet."

"That's not up to you."

All five people snorted coldly.

At this time, Qin Chen stepped on the altar and said with a smile: "My life and death are naturally decided by me!"

Buzz…

In an instant, a buzz of fame rang out on the altar.

As buzz's reputation spread, Qin Chen and others disappeared on the altar at this moment.

"This bastard wants to run away!"

"Chase!"

"We can't let him continue to live..."

Figures rushed out at this moment.

Qin Chen and hundreds of other figures disappeared from the altar at this moment, and then appeared on the pale yellow land the next moment.

"this……"

At this moment, looking around, the sky and the earth were pale and desolate.

This kind of desolation makes people feel like they were in the prehistoric period.

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