"If you want to kill them, you have to get through me first." Wang Teng was not in a good mood at this time. The deaths of Lin Cheng and Chu San made him sad and angry. He couldn't find anyone to vent his anger. He didn't expect this group of people.
It just appeared.
The cultivators of the Barbarian Cult breathed a sigh of relief. If Wang Teng had not been there, they would have been in trouble today. But Wang Teng was in front of them, guarding them like a mountain, making them feel more at ease.
After all, they have seen Wang Teng's strength before.
"Let's form a formation and defend." The middle-aged cultivator nodded to Wang Teng, and then ordered all the barbarian cultivators to gather their strength together to form a powerful defensive force.
"What did he say? Hahaha! Did you hear that? He actually wanted to stand up for these people." "The first level of Nascent Soul is so funny that it makes people laugh to death. This is the funniest joke I have ever heard." "He thought he wanted to stand up for these people."
Who is he, a calamity-level seed genius? Even if he is, he wouldn't dare to provoke us casually." After hearing Wang Teng's words, this group of people laughed wildly on the spot, with disdain and ridicule on their faces.
"Just laugh! You won't be able to laugh anymore. I'll give you a piece of advice, run away, run away quickly." The middle-aged cultivator from the Barbarian Cult sneered and expressed sympathy for the cultivators from the Storm Empire.
gaze.
"Treat us to be idiots! I can crush this kind of trash to death with just one finger." A Storm Empire cultivator at the fourth level of Nascent Soul came out and approached Wang Teng step by step. He was holding a weapon in his hand.
A huge golden war hammer, with terrifying pressure coming from it, can shatter a mountain peak with one strike.
With a "swish" sound, the cultivator, who looked like a ghost, suddenly appeared in front of Wang Teng. His eyes were full of teasing and ridicule. The golden war hammer in his hand glowed with golden light, and it dropped from Wang Teng's head.
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"Boom." There was a loud noise, and the golden war hammer hit Wang Teng solidly. Under the terrifying force, the sixth-grade spiritual weapon was shattered into pieces.
"You don't overestimate your capabilities." The cultivator couldn't help but sneered when he saw that the other party couldn't even dodge. But the next moment, his jaw almost fell to the ground, because Wang Teng's head not only did not explode, but instead exploded.
The golden war hammer was shaking constantly.
"What? This is impossible?" The cultivator seemed to have seen a ghost, and his lips trembled. What a strong fighting body it would take to catch his own blow.
With a "poof", Wang Teng had no expression on his face, and his right hand suddenly pierced the body of the cultivator and took his Nascent Soul into his body. A cultivator of the fourth level of Nascent Soul was just taken away without any resistance.
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"The tribulation-level seed genius, could it be that he is really the tribulation-level seed genius..." The cultivators in the Storm Empire were shocked one by one, their eyes filled with disbelief.
"He must have some secret magic to protect his body. That trash can't kill him, but we can." But the next moment, four or five cultivators from the Storm Empire came towards Wang Teng to kill him. This time they didn't have any
He kept his hand, and all kinds of terrifying moves and techniques roared out, containing special vitality, and Wang Teng was overwhelmed in an instant.
"Is this your strength? You are not even qualified to tickle me." A golden sword light tore apart everything, and Wang Teng's figure rushed out from inside, and suddenly came to the group of cultivators.
"Puff, puff, puff..." There were several loud noises in succession, blood spattered, and five heads fell down. Those cultivators from the Storm Empire were killed by Wang Teng on the spot before they made any resistance.
Fast, too fast.
"Hell, where did this guy come from? It's impossible for a barbarian sect to have such a person." The short, middle-aged cultivator's face suddenly changed. Wang Teng actually caused him to feel an inexplicable pressure.
"Kill them all, let me take action. Even the calamity-level seed genius is trying to avoid him. I want to see what else he can do." The short middle-aged cultivator waved his hand, and the remaining dozen cultivators turned towards Wang Teng together.
They swarmed over, including many cultivators of the fifth level of Nascent Soul.
It would be incredible if even so many people couldn't do anything to Wang Teng.
"Hmph!" The anger in Wang Teng's heart was still not fully vented, and he directly regarded the group of people in front of him as the enemies who killed Chu San and the others. In his anger, the power of the four attributes rushed out at once.
Not only were four-color sword lights whizzing across the air, but there were also wind dragons and fire dragons dancing.
"Monster, just a monster." Seeing Wang Teng break through all attacks and rush in front of everyone again, this group of cultivators from the Storm Empire almost collapsed.
"Could he be the prince who killed the Ares cultivators in Earth Spirit City?" "No! Let's retreat quickly." These cultivators suddenly lost their fighting spirit, and the name of the prince directly suppressed them.
When they first heard the news, this group of people didn't quite believe it, but now that they faced it in person, they couldn't help but believe it.
"Splitting Sky Sword." Wang Teng's hair was flying in the air, and his eyes were like lightning, as if he was the god of war looking down on all the worlds. The four-color divine sword surrounding him quickly rotated, creating dozens of huge sword lights around him, like
The dream was like an illusion, and finally they all flew around.
"Pfft." These four-color divine swords were like life-threatening objects, locking the auras of the cultivators firmly. No matter how they escaped, it was of no use. They were either torn apart by the sword light, or directly turned into
In the blood mist, only streaks of Nascent Soul were left floating in the air.
Wang Teng opened his big hand, and a golden divine net covered these Nascent Souls, and they were suddenly dragged into the body and disappeared.
"Am I dreaming?" The short middle-aged cultivator's lips trembled. Even in a large place like the Tianxing Territory, he had never seen a being as ferocious as Wang Teng, and his combat power was simply unparalleled.
"Storm Empire, right? You dare to go against the barbarian religion, even if you have trouble with my prince, you will stay here today." Wang Teng's eyes fell on the short, middle-aged cultivator, as if two sharp swords were piercing his chest.
soul.
"Prince, you can't do this. I, the Storm Empire, have no grudge against you. If you kill me, you will be the enemy of the Storm Empire from now on, and you will die without a burial place. I advise you to leave obediently.
Stop meddling in other people's business." The short, middle-aged cultivator still tried to use the power behind him to intimidate Wang Teng.
After all, Wang Teng has already provoked a God of War tribe. If he provokes other forces, the pressure will definitely double, so it is better to do less than to do more.
"Do you think I will be afraid? I have even killed people from the God of War clan, and I still care about killing more people from your Storm Empire. If you dare to do it, you must pay the price for what you have done." Wang Teng did not let go of that at all.
The young cultivator said coldly.
"You..., don't think I want to bully you." The short, middle-aged cultivator's expression turned livid. Wang Teng would definitely not compromise with him today. Instead of entangled with him, it was better to give it a try.
"Hiss, hiss!" Balls of black air rushed out from the body of the short middle-aged cultivator. It was actually a kind of dark air, mixed with a variety of demonic breaths, and had terrifying destructive power.
In addition to the Heavenly Emperor Realm, there are also monsters distributed in other star realms. The ancient races in the Heavenly Emperor Realm are just one of its branches. It is rumored that the ancestors of some monsters also have immortal-like existences, which should not be underestimated.
Therefore, people in the Storm Empire naturally also practice demon energy, but they will not be classified as demon heretics like the cultivators of the Heavenly Emperor Realm. Instead, they will be accepted by others. As long as you have the strength, no matter what you cultivate, it will be fine.
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Rumor has it that the original demon sect in the Heavenly Emperor Realm has its power spread across other star realms. It is a truly giant sect, not weaker than the Xuantian Empire, the Huo Family and others.
"Crazy demons dance." As soon as this short middle-aged cultivator took action, countless black demonic energies turned into ancient demon gods. Some of them had three heads and six arms, some had human bodies and animal heads, and some were ethereal and ferocious.
They all roared towards Wang Teng.
If it were Wang Teng two months ago, he would not have much confidence in being able to take this move. But now he is completely different, and his combat power has improved by more than one or two points. He suddenly waved his fists away,
Four-color giant dragons roared out and faced those ancient demon gods.
"Roar!" The dragons roared repeatedly, and the two forces were intertwined together. The sky was dark and the earth was dark, and the sun and the moon were dim. The face of the short middle-aged cultivator became more and more ugly. Under the power of the four-color dragon, he displayed a group of
The demons worked in vain and dispersed one after another.
"It's my turn." In the surprised eyes of the short middle-aged cultivator, Wang Teng had already arrived in front of him, and his hands slid down like indestructible swords, piercing the short middle-aged cultivator's body.
"You've fallen into a trap." A wicked smile suddenly appeared on the corner of the short middle-aged cultivator's mouth, and his whole body cracked. A terrible force surged out of his body. The next moment, his body suddenly
It exploded, and countless evil demonic energy rolled out, turning into flames and burning towards Wang Teng.
"Yeah!" A cry suddenly came from beside Wang Teng, and a black mist appeared in front of him. He opened his mouth and sucked in all the terrifying magic flames. The person who came was the little guy.
"What is that?" The Nascent Soul of the short, middle-aged cultivator's voice trembled, and he stared at the little guy in disbelief. He knew the power of his self-destructed body, and even the cultivators of the late Nascent Soul would definitely be afraid of it.
Now he is absorbed by a mass of unknown things.
"You don't deserve to know." Wang Teng reached out with his big hand and immediately grabbed the Nascent Soul of the short, middle-aged cultivator.
"Nascent Soul magic weapon, defense is fully activated." The Nascent Soul of the short middle-aged cultivator has grown into a teenager and has some resistance ability. He immediately activated the dark black Yuanying magic weapons on his body. Not only is he radiating magic armor
The light formed a light shield to protect him, and even sharp swords flew out and stabbed Wang Teng.