Chapter two hundred and sixty-eight talk collapse, a new enemy
in the venue.
Countless people looked at Li Wenchan and Liuli, and they started talking.
"Tell me, has he seen the saint? What are he talking about with the saint?"
"What kind of person is the Saint? Legend has it that she is a peerless beauty that our Country R sees only once in a thousand years. I don't know if it is true or not. I really want to see it with my own eyes."
The shrine saint is full of too much mystery to the people of Country R.
There are many legends about her.
However, no one has ever seen her true face.
However, everyone's admiration for her has not diminished at all. Her special ability to make cherry blossoms bloom is enough to prove that she is extraordinary.
"Now is the best opportunity for me."
Among the crowd, the Son of God's eyes flashed, and murderous intent flashed in his heart.
Li Wenchan stood there, as if his spirit had left his body, motionless, with the empty door wide open behind him, undefended.
If he wanted to kill Li Wenchan, he could only have a glimmer of hope by taking advantage of this opportunity.
When I think about the death of my shikigami 'Inugi' in Li Wenchan's hands, when I think about Li Wenchan being so powerful and superior to him.
The jealousy in his heart surged uncontrollably.
A domineering person like him has no room for others in his heart. He absolutely cannot accept that someone can be better than him.
"Chinese people, go to hell. Among the younger generation, I am number one!"
The Son of God roared angrily, and then rushed towards Li Wenchan like an arrow from a string.
All of this happened so quickly, and in an instant, he crossed hundreds of meters and was behind Li Wenchan.
"Boom!"
He punched Li Wenchan on the head.
His fist was about to hit, but just three feet away, he suddenly stopped and couldn't move.
"This is...the realm?"
The Son of God felt like he was frozen in space, unable to move.
He opened his eyes wide and couldn't believe it.
Only then did he understand what level Li Wenchan was.
This is a king!
Even if the king is sleeping with his eyes closed, it is impossible for you to kill him with a sneak attack, because the king's body is surrounded by its own territory.
"Such a young king comes from China. Could it be that he is..."
The son of God trembled in his heart, thinking of someone.
A person who should have died.
Li Wenchan!
Didn't he die under the mother of all bombs at the lighthouse?
Why is he here?
At this moment, Li Wenchan's ray of consciousness also broke away and returned to his true form.
He turned around, looked at the Son of God, and asked: "Where is the saint's true form?"
"I..." Shenzi originally wanted to put up a fight, but the look in Li Wenchan's eyes was too terrifying. The defense in his heart was instantly broken, and he said tremblingly, "I don't know!"
This is the momentum of the strong.
Some strong men can scare the courage of ordinary people with just a look.
Li Wenchan's look was filled with endless murderous intent, like a king of hell who had the power of life and death. He was as powerful as the Son of God and could not compete with him.
"have no idea?"
Li Wenchan frowned and saw that he was not lying, "In this case, you are useless, so just die."
As soon as he finished speaking, he didn't see any movement. Just a thought in his mind, and he condensed a wisp of air, like a bullet, and passed through the head of the Son of God.
The bright red blood and pale brain matter mixed together and splashed out like flying flowers and broken jade.
"who is it?"
Suddenly, a shrill howl sounded out of thin air. This was not the voice of the Son of God. It was hoarse and evil, as if it did not pass through human ears, but came directly from the soul.
It was like the wail of evil spirits coming from hell, carrying an extremely evil and chaotic divine will.
"Who dares to kill my spokesperson?!"
This voice was so evil that it scared many people present out of their wits.
I saw streaks of black energy emerging from the body of the Son of God, and then gradually condensed in the air, turning into an extremely ferocious evil ghost with a horn on his forehead, green face, fangs, and red eyes.
"Is this...a ghost?"
Some people's expressions changed and they exclaimed.
The Son of God threw himself into darkness, embraced the power of ghosts and gods, and offered sacrifices to ghosts and gods. In his body, there was actually a spiritual clone of ghosts and gods.
This is the first time for many people to see such legendary ghosts and gods.
"Are the rumors true? Do twelve ghosts and gods really exist in the world?"
Some people were trembling, and there was a billowing chill in their hearts.
"It was you who killed my spokesperson, I will remember you!"
This avatar of ghosts and gods is very illusory. It is just a ray of spiritual power, not the real body. At this time, it threw out a harsh word and wanted to escape.
It could see that Li Wenchan was too powerful to be dealt with by just one of its clones.
"A mere spiritual clone wants to escape from me?"
Li Wenchan snorted coldly.
In the depths of his pupils, two pinprick-sized flames suddenly appeared. The flames quickly grew in size, and finally spewed out.
The burning star fire swept through the void like two fire dragons.
"Ah! I won't let you go!"
The ghost screamed and turned into a wisp of smoke.
"Ask Mr. Zen, you just offended a ghost and god."
At this time, Liuli laughed, but what sounded was Linglong's voice. She was still in Liuli's body and had not left.
"so what?"
Li Wenchan glanced at her lightly, his face expressionless.
"Although the Twelve Ghosts and Gods were severely injured by Sword Master Ashina Isshin back then, they did not die, but became dormant. After so many years of cultivation, they may have almost recovered."
Linglong smiled like a flower and said, "You have offended a ghost and god. When the time comes, all twelve ghosts and gods will come to find you."
"Once the twelve ghosts and gods join forces, their power may be stronger than Lord Wenchan."
"If Lord Wenchan agrees to me, I can help Lord Wenchan to protect him from ghosts and gods!"
Linglong still doesn't give up and still wants to get Li Wenchan.
"Have you said enough? If you have said enough, just get out."
Li Wenchan said indifferently, "What kind of ghosts and gods, just some ghosts."
He doesn't care about the twelve ghosts and gods at all.
If you dare to come, this kind of ghosts and gods can actually become the materials for alchemy.
By the time he refines the twelve magic elixirs, he can create a group of top masters.
"Ask Mr. Zen, you are really ruthless towards Linglong."
"But Linglong won't give up."
"Jun Chan, I look forward to our next meeting."
"At that time, you will definitely become Linglong. I wonder if Mr. Chan has ever experienced women? Linglong will serve you well and make you feel unprecedented bliss!"
The exquisite voice gradually disappeared.
Liuli's eyes gradually returned to clarity, and the cherry blossom tree on her forehead also disappeared.
But after she woke up, Liuli was confused and a little confused. She didn't know what had just happened.
She was completely unaware of the meeting between Li Wenchan and Linglong. Although Linglong came to her with the help of her body, she was an outsider.