Chapter 1838 (1/2)

There was a dead silence.

Jun Chen's action is not arrogant. When he came up, he occupied the peace throne of the leader of the all saints cult. It was no different from provocation and fighting against the cult.

In addition to the son of the void, the strength of all parties will turn a blind eye to each other, because if two heroes fight each other, they will surely suffer both losses, and then they will have opportunities with others.

Of course, most people here don't think that the Terran can win the upper hand in the fight with the cult of all saints, but it's OK. As long as the Terrans force wanshengjiao to fight, all parties can take the opportunity to see how much strength there is in this giant.

Xuanyi Saint girl secretly to Jun dust voice: ”Jun dust, we do this, will not too swagger?”

Jun Chen responded: ”I come here to be the candidate of the three realms. I don't need to keep a low profile.”

Although Xuanyi saint was not talking, the battle here was too frightening. Even though she had become an immortal and had sacred vessels and holy clothes, she could not breathe.

It may be counterproductive for Jun Chen to appear too early.

However, Jun Chen has already done this, and the Terran has no room to recover, so he can only carry it on his own.

At this time, the informer again called out: ”the Lord of all saints is here.”

Before the words fell, a group of powerful people passed through the Tianmen and entered the little palace of the Eastern Emperor.

The people on this trip are all saints.

Many people in Junchen are familiar with each other. They have seen them in many temples, and the fairy mother of golden lotus is also there, but there are more faces that have not been seen before. The two true immortals and the two old people with lower gods are even better than the Taoist guardians. They have never seen them last time.

Then, a dragon flying chariot wheel rolling, pulled by nine green Qilin, drove into the heavenly palace.

These nine blue unicorns are of imperial blood, with high accomplishments. They are all at the level of lower gods. Their heads are arrogant and arrogant, and they look down upon all living beings.

The others all came in, but the leader of the all saints sect came in a car, which showed the strength.

This battle let the present people can't help but take a breath of cold air.

Two immortals, two lower gods, nine lower gods level green Qilin, this is not even the leader of the Wansheng cult itself.

In a word, the splendor and lineup of Wansheng cult scared all parties. Even if it was the birth and death of Xianchao and TIANYAO Wangting, their faces were dignified.

The celestial chariot was huge, and it was on the same level with all parties immediately.

At this time, an old man, the God of all saints, said in a deep voice: ”Terrans, why occupy the throne of our all saints religion?”

This kind of small matter, do not need Jun dust to open mouth, Murong Qing then stood up, cold voice way: ”this position, our people have the qualification to do.”

”Presumptuous! Get out of here

The old man of the next god roared, and a golden spear appeared in his hand. The God's awn lit up the nine days and stormed to murongqing.

Murong green peach blossom beautiful eyes a Lin, naturally will not yield, a flick of the fingers, nine days of red lotus sword broke out of the air, disappeared in the eyes of everyone.

When he reappeared, he was already in front of the next God.

This sword is just the extreme of wind and void.

Poof!

Sword, instantly pierced the chest of the lower God, God blood flying sword, blood flowing into a river.

Boom!

The next God was shocked to the end on the spot, and his eyes were full of fear.

Murong Qing said coldly, ”look, I have practiced in the Wansheng cult for a period of time. I won't kill you. Go away.”

Many Taoists in Wansheng cult know Murong Qing. When they see Murong Qingcheng as a fairy, they look shocked, but they are more afraid.

At the beginning, he was severely injured by a celestial being, which also made the big nations of all sides look worried.

At this time, a cold and high voice came from the chariot: ”Terran, so strong, not very good?”

This is the voice of the snow goddess, the voice is not big, but everyone's heart is cold.