Chapter 32 (1/2)

It's nothing for Jiang Chen to release several disciples of Xingjian sect.

After all, people talk lightly. How many people can believe what several xingjianzong disciples say?

Even if you believe it, Jiang Chen can also blame what happened here on devil Xingtian.

At the moment, devil Xingtian looked depressed and felt that he was the master. It was really a pit!

”The sunset miracle is about to open.” Jiang Chen whispered softly and looked at the open space ahead. There was no emotional fluctuation in his eyes.

He has no interest in the inheritance of the sunset demon God. Even if he had to come to collect flaming grass, Jiang Chen would not step into the sunset forest.

However, the inheritance of the sunset demon God is a treasure for people of the devil way!

”Master, the sect of Beigushan generation should all know about it.” Devil Xingtian said in a deep voice, ”the rest of the sect will arrive here sooner or later.”

”Xingjianzong, shengwuzong, bafangmen, Alliance Association and some of the strongest in Wuge will also come. Then... We...”

After all, the devil Xingtian is a member of the devil's way and is not allowed by those in the right way.

If those who are the strongest in the sect arrive here, devil Xingtian will not be too arrogant, and even dare not be sure that he has the ability to protect himself.

”You help me pick a flame grass first, and then hide it. I'll solve the rest myself.” Jiang Chen said, ”don't come out without my command.”

”Yes.” The devil nodded, his figure flashed, turned into a phantom and disappeared in place.

Immediately, Jiang Chen got up, came to the top of a towering ancient tree and sat down quietly.

It's not that Jiang Chen has to stay, but that he wants to see how strong the strongest people in the North Gucheng area are.

After all, the first step for the development of Quan Zun religion is to have a foothold in Beigu city.

First understand the strength of other sects. Jiang Chen has a number in his heart.

After about half a column of incense, there was a sound of breaking the air in the distance.

An old man in a white robe, like a white crane, flew across the sky and landed on the edge of the sunset miracle.

This man is the grandfather of Sheng Linyun, the last clan of Sheng Wuzong, Sheng Wu!

Cultivation, nine levels of the Taoist realm!

”Who did it?”

At this moment, Sheng Wu roared up to the sky and looked at the bodies of a group of Sheng Wuzong disciples on the ground and the bodies of Sheng Jiuyang himself. His eyes were full of blood!

”Sheng Wu! Who did it? ”

After a few more breaths, a middle-aged man with purple gold hair crown and a sharp sword came into the air.

When he saw the body of xingjianzong disciple, his face was as gloomy as black water!

”There is evil spirit here! It's what people in the devil's way call it! ” Sheng Wu said coldly.

”How brave! Even the people in my Martial Arts Pavilion dare to kill! ”

”If you deceive me, there will be no one in the alliance!”

”What a devil, dare to commit such an attack!”

……

At the time of Banzhu incense, the leader of Wuge Pavilion in Qingyun Town, the president of Alliance Association and the leader of Bafang sect arrived one after another.

The accomplishments of these people are all at the top of the Taoist realm, especially Su Changxiao, the leader of the Wu Pavilion. His momentum is faintly broken, which is the strongest among these people!