The reason why Luo Chen believed that the ghost Lan in front of him was just a soul-devouring body, not the real body, was by no means a random guess, but had certain basis.
The Nether Clan has been here for hundreds of millions of years, and finally a successor of the Soul-Eating Clan's bloodline has emerged. How could she be easily allowed to show up? The Soul-Eating Clan usually hides in the dark. No matter what they do, they basically order the Soul-Eating Clan to go.
Do.
The true ontology cannot put itself in danger.
Luo Chen's eyes were dim and unclear, and he curled his lips. He didn't care whether it was true or not. He would know if it was just a soul-devouring body. If it was really just a soul-eating body, he would be dead. But if not, the saint of the Netherworld tribe would definitely be dead.
I won't watch anything happen to her.
"kill!"
Luo Chen took action decisively. In the evil state, Luo Chen's attack method was also very different. His whole body shone with a deep pitch-black light. In the depths of his eyes, there was no sword energy, instead there were two groups of evil fire!
He took a step forward with the soles of his feet, and the five fingers started from the knuckles, glowing with aurora, extremely sharp! In his body, the oven of the avenue merged into one, and the swallowing fighting soul that he had been immersed in for a long time was used by him! It was unpredictable!
Luo Chen did not know that he had ever used the Devouring Fighting Soul once in the past, but he always suffered more or less backlash! But as his cultivation level improved, his control over power was no longer what it used to be!
But now, he has perfect control!
"Be careful of her soul attack!" Hong Piaopiao quickly reminded Luo Chen, saying.
Luo Chen smiled evilly, nodded slightly, stepped forward, and with his hands behind his back, he flew diagonally towards Ghost Lan.
During the perception, the space fluctuated from time to time. Just as Fang Qian Hong Piao Piao reminded me, in just an instant, I felt dozens of soul attacks.
Luo Chen chuckled, is it more powerful than the soul?
He closed his eyes gently, and the next moment, a soul power so majestic that it could even be seen with the naked eye surged out of Luo Chen's body like a wave. The world was shaken, and all the soul attacks that came towards him were...
Easily resolved!
He is not Hong Piaopiao. If this ghost Lan still wants to use his soul power to suppress him like he did with Hong Piaopiao, it would be a bit stupid.
It turns out that ghost blue is not stupid at all.
After feeling the power of Luo Chen's soul, he changed his approach to the challenge.
At the same time, a large number of strong men from the Nether Clan gathered towards this side, killing Luo Chen. However, before most of them could get close, they were suppressed and killed in the void by the soul power that spread out.
In the demonic state, Luo Chen is murderous, and his cold aura becomes even colder as he kills!
Then, more and more Nether Tribe armies were attacking him. A trace of bloodthirsty light flashed in Luo Chen's eyes, and the aura of the avenue rose into the sky. In an instant, the sky changed color!
Countless strong men's intuition flashed before their eyes, and the boundless void suddenly became dim. The pressure brought by the imperial soldiers was too strong, and they swept away nearly a fifth of the unsuspecting Nether Tribe strong men's army on the spot.
One! Extremely cruel!
Scared the shit out of a group of Nether Clan troops!
"Imperial soldiers!"
After a short period of silence, there was an uproar and exclamations in the world, and his eyes fell firmly on the imperial weapon in Luo Chen's hand. He was surprised and attracted countless blazing eyes at the same time!
The army of the Gods was about to move. Shen Qi, the seventh prince of the Gods, stared at the imperial soldiers in Luo Chen's hands with blazing eyes. Greed and killing coexisted!
Not long ago, a saint from the God Clan died after being traced, and his body was slashed with a sword. After this news came back to the God Clan, it caused quite a shock.
In addition to disrupting the pattern of the Ancient Road, the Gods came this time with the intention of capturing the imperial soldiers in Luo Chen's hands.
Zunzhong took a deep breath, took a deep look at Luo Chen, then turned, his sharp eyes fell on Shen Qi, and said calmly: "Your Highness, your hands are itchy? Let's have a fight?"
Shen Qi's face was slightly stiff. This kind of respect meant that he was on the same level as his elder brother. Fighting with him? Isn't this asking for trouble?
He snorted coldly: "Zun Zun, do you know the consequences of offending my clan of gods on the ancient road? You must think clearly, don't lose your life because of a small thing! You will lose your life in vain!"
"Oh? Really? Is this a threat?" Zunzhong narrowed his eyes, and the space wings behind him had already spread out.
"If you think this is a threat, then it is."
Zun Zun laughed arrogantly: "Very good! It's really good! Even if Shen Qiong is here, he has to think carefully when he says this. Who are you? I respect you as His Seventh Highness. Do you really think so?
Do you consider yourself the Seventh Highness?
Believe it or not, as long as you dare to say what Fang Qian said again, I will dare to twist your head off!"
Shen Qi's face was livid. After all, he did not dare to repeat Fang Qian's words, but he was not willing to show weakness because of this: "The emperor's soldiers, our god clan must fight for it!"
"Then let's wait until Shen Qiong comes." Zun Chong said coldly without giving any face.
Luo Chen held the imperial weapon to suppress the Nether Clan army, thus angering the Nether Clan saints. Five of the six saints were still working together to suppress the Jiujianxian and the mute girl.
The free saint killed Luo Chen.
If Luo Chen was still the Venerable Dzogchen, he would definitely be bound by the way of the saint! Unfortunately, he is already a semi-saint!
"Old man, are you here to die too?"
Luo Chen laughed evilly and pointed his stick at the saint of the Netherworld tribe, full of provocation! As soon as these words came out, the whole world was shocked!
Even the melee below stopped at this arrogant sound, and they quickly separated and faced each other.
Wangcai's mouth and nose were bleeding, and he was breathing heavily. He looked up at the battlefield above, his eyes full of admiration.
This character is indeed an evil star! Calling a saint, this evil star is becoming more and more abnormal! Ten thousand people admire it for bringing wealth!
"It's dangerous up there, go to the battlefield below." Luo Chen raised his hand and put it on Hong Piaopiao's shoulder. Suddenly, a strong force came from his palm. Hong Piaopiao's body trembled and he was forcibly sent down.
"Luo Chen!" Hong Piaopiao was anxious and couldn't help but stamp her feet.
"Don't worry, Sister Hong, the boss will definitely be able to kill that old guy!" Wangcai confidently waved his paw and said.
"What should I worry about?" Hong Piaopiao was filled with anger. She raised her leg and kicked Wangcai: "That's a saint!"
Wangcai bared his teeth in pain and said disdainfully: "What's wrong with the saint? As long as the boss is willing to take action, the saint is like a dog!" Wangcai was full of confidence. Don't ask where this dog got his confidence. He didn't know, but he just believed.
If not for anything else, it’s because this is an evil star!
"Ho ho, come on, boss! Boss is mighty! Boss is unparalleled in the world! Ho ho!
Beat that old man to death!" Wangcai was seriously injured. At this moment, it should have taken the opportunity to recover on the spot, but this dog did the opposite and kept jumping around.
Full of swear words.
"Old kid, what are you dragging? Are you a saint? Why are you staring? If you keep staring, believe it or not, the boss will beat you to death with a stick?"
Hong Piaopiao rolled her eyes in anger: "Stupid tiger, shut up!"
The pressure of the saint filled the air, and Wangcai shivered in fright, and fell to the ground. After a long time, he raised his head and glanced at the scene above. Seeing that nothing was wrong, he started to scream again.
All around it, including Hong Piaopiao, all the people in Black Tiger Hall retreated silently, staying far away from this dog.
I'm afraid that this bitch's attempt to die will arouse the murderous intention of the saint and bring disaster to Chiyu.
Wangcai scolded him hard, feeling so happy that he couldn't help it. Because the movement was too big, he accidentally pulled the wound, and he screamed in pain.
"Evil beast!" The saint of the Nether Tribe blushed and had a thick neck after being scolded. His nose was not a nose, and his face was not a face. As a saint, the most powerful being in the world, he was not worshiped wherever he went. When had he ever received such an insult?
However, Wangcai continued to scold, getting more and more energetic, and kept squealing! Luo Chen squinted his eyes, smiled and listened, and sprayed on his mouth, which did not match his fairy-like appearance at all.
, but it seems a bit unruly and evil.
"Come on, old man, come here. Can I give you a stick?"
"presumptuous!"
The Saint of the Nether Tribe was furious, and from his scarlet eyes, bright red blood dripped out, reflecting through the eyes. The blood light loomed, and with his roar, billions of laws and rules burst out.
"Death!" The word fell, and the words followed! The intention of death came, depriving Luo Chen of his life force.
In just a short while, nearly 70% of Luo Chen's vitality was drained away! His whole body was aging rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye!
This is the power of the saint!
"Boss!" Wangcai's loud curses suddenly stopped, his eyes were stunned, and he was trembling with fear. This... the boss wouldn't just die like this, right? It shouldn't be! Are you making trouble? You're just playing! Beat him! Why don't you move?
Already?
Hong Piaopiao was shocked. Her face, which was already pale, was as white as paper at this moment!
Liu Sheng and Dihao looked at each other, both of them solemn! The entire Black Tiger Hall was filled with despair!
“You really overestimate your capabilities!”
On the contrary, there were cheers in the Nether Clan army, fear disappeared, and they were full of sarcasm!
They had forgotten that not long ago, they were so frightened that they almost peed their pants.
"You are so quick to talk! So what if you are holding an imperial weapon? You are still a mortal who cannot stand on the stage!"
"In front of the saint, everything is false!"
"The emperor's soldiers should be those who are capable!"
As he said that, storms of different auras blew between the sky and the earth, coming towards this direction at great speed, targeting the imperial soldiers in Luo Chen's hands!
Most of Luo Chen's vitality had been drained away, and he looked like an old man in his 60s. He stood motionless with the imperial weapon in his hand, suddenly sluggish! But if you look carefully, you can find that the eyes in the seemingly sunken eye sockets are still dark.
Wu Liang! With a hint of sarcasm!
"Hmph! Let me see who dares to be bold!"
The saint of the Netherworld clan snorted coldly, scaring away many strong foreigners who were snatching the imperial weapons. Who is not jealous of the imperial soldiers? The Netherworld clan is no exception!
The Nether Clan's ancestral stone was shattered and suffered heavy losses! In addition, there were countless casualties in the previous battles. Seeing that people were about to be taken down, and the imperial soldiers were in hand, how could they allow others to get their hands on the imperial soldiers at this time? (To be continued)