Chapter 1623: Champion photo (1/2)
After leaving the West Chamber Guest House, Chu Hen returned on the same road.
”Boom ...”
Before reaching the conference venue on the Lingxiao rooftop, Chu Hen looked far away at the horrible black storm gathered in the sky above.
Earth-shattering, Qiankun overshadowed.
A particularly majestic breath filled the sky.
Despite being far apart, Chuhen can still perceive the strong spatial rhythm from the conference area.
There is the evil war of the strongest saints?
Chu Hen was startled.
Immediately, the Chu mark could not help speeding up the movement, dragging a bunch of afterimages in the void and sweeping forward.
...
Of course, when Chu Hen returned to the Lingxiao Rooftop Division, the battle seemed to have ended.
The pitted battle pits were everywhere, and the sunken craters were seen everywhere. The chaotic and violent counter-current flow had not completely subsided, and the white cracks on the ground were vaguely white with heat.
The huge area fell into a lot of silence.
Countless people opened their eyes and their faces were incredibly thick.
And even the super evils of many of the strongest saints, such as Chen Fengfeng, Yan Hanyu, Sen Yuan, and Long Mi, were still shocked, and their eyes were hard to hide.
...
”What happened?”
Returning to the original auditorium, Chu Hen asked Long Qingyang, Ye Yao and other humans around him.
Several people apparently did not respond.
Even Chu Chen didn't show much surprise.
”Three strokes, just three strokes ...” Long Qingyang's eyebrows frowned and his words were full of wonder.
”Three moves?”
”Well! Mo Nianquan who devoured the saints ...” Long Qingyang turned back to face the scars and said word by word, ”With only three strokes, he defeated Yao Chung of the Dahuang saint ...
what?
As soon as this remark was made, Chu marks could not help narrowing his eyes.
Following the eyes of everyone in the audience, he swept straight to the top of the sky.
On the vast battle platform that traversed more than two thousand feet, a young man full of spirits engulfed by Mori was arrogantly proud of the void.
And below, another young man with a weaker breath was inside the ruins of the collapsed tiankeng.
The power of the scattered wildness floats around him, but it is difficult to gather together.
Looking at it from a distance, there was a thick unwillingness on the other side's face, and the plump of blood slid down the tip of his left finger, dripping into the stone gap.
The desolate holy tribe obviously suffered a minor injury.
...
Immediately after the deathly silence, there was the irresistible turbulence.
”Wow!”
”My God, is this too powerful to devour the saints?”
”I thought they were evenly matched!”
”Three strokes defeated Yao Chung, a quasi-perfect emperor. What kind of cultivation did Mo Wanquan achieve?”
...
Whether it is Yao Chung of the Great Wild Saints.
Mo Wanquan who devoured the saints.
They are all hot geniuses to win this year.
Of course, devouring the saints is a very low-key ethnic group, and they rarely even interact with other saints, which also results in the evil popularity and heat of this tribe is obviously lower than other strongest saints.
Mo Diquan.
The name is not as loud as Chen Yifeng, Yan Hanyu, Long Mi, Sen Yuan and others.
However, at this moment, the super demon from the devouring saints was shocked by four seats and shocked the audience.
...
”It's really shocking!”
”If you don't sing, it's amazing. The saints who devoured the saints are prepared this year.”
...
The crowds of the major saints were all amazed.
The evil spirits of all ethnic groups all felt pressure.
Shifang emperor seat.
The wasteland's expression was gloomy, especially ugly.
He glanced at the devouring emperor on the left, saying, ”Okay, this is the style of 'swallowing the saints ...'”
The other emperors could not help but smile at each other.
The Emperor Xingchen said with a smile, ”Although the Devouring Emperor usually does not smile, but at a critical time, he has never dropped the chain. Judging from the performance of this battle just now, the devouring of the saints is a champion.”