Chapter 1235 (1/2)
”Presumptuous!”
In the roar of anger.
A great momentum like Tianwei came down from the sky.
”Boom
The huge momentum was like a shock wave, and many practitioners fell back to the ground.
Momentum impact, straight to Yan Chuan and his party, huge enough to crush this group of people.
Yan Chuan took a step.
Yan Chuan's momentum suddenly erupted and collided with it to protect all the people behind him.
Two momentum collision, suddenly in the no Tian Dian square rolling up a storm.
Boom!
When the blast is raging, you can clearly see the section of the storm forming. The storm blows away from the cutting face to the four sides, and that section is the collision place of two momentum.
Because of his cultivation, Yan Chuan's momentum is a little weak, but in his momentum, there is a fierce force that the other party can't surpass. It is a kind of unparalleled ferocity, which makes up for the deficiency of momentum.
”Hoo!”
In front of Yan Chuan, suddenly appeared a group of white robed men.
The first one, whose face was still covered with white fog, could not see his face clearly. His figure was slightly inclined, and the huge momentum was issued by this man. He came straight to Yan Chuan.
Behind him, a group of white robed men quickly hugged the second prince of the Feng family who exploded.
”See the saint Around, immediately countless practitioners respectfully said.
The first person to oppose Yan Chuan's momentum is the sage here, the first sage, Wu Tian!
”Master, second, he's dead!” The man holding the second prince looked ugly.
The sage of Wu turned his head from his anger at Yan Chuan and looked at the second prince.
”Let me see!” The sage of Wu said in a deep voice.
They quickly handed the second prince to the sage of Wu Tian, and a glimmer of hope flashed in their eyes.
There was a small hole in the forehead of the second prince, which was stabbed by one finger of Yan Chuan, but on the back of his head, there was a huge hole, and the whole back of his brain was blown open.
The sage of Wu Tian made a little inspection and found that the second prince was dead.
Give me a wave.
”Boom
The whole square was covered by dark clouds, and the wind was strong for a time.
”Boom!”
Around, as if in a moment out of the way of heaven in general, under the ground, is suddenly changed slightly transparent up.
Vaguely can see the foot of a dark, dark, there are some ghosts in the constant flying.
”Hell? Sages communicate with Yin and Yang
”This is, looking for the soul of the second prince?”
”The sage's method startles the sky!”
”It's hard to die if you want to be a saint!”
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For a moment, on the square, countless practitioners showed the color of extreme worship.
Yan Chuan, who was not far away, said with a sneer: ”don't look for it. No one can save the people I killed!”
Yan Chuan language falls, the square above, the needle falls suddenly can be heard.
Everyone looked at Yan Chuan blankly.
Is the person in front of you really afraid of death? Kill his grandson in front of the saint? Now it is said that no one can be saved?
Anyway, everyone understood a little.
Yan Chuan is not here to listen to the sage preach, he is here to play!
A group of practitioners came to this conclusion, and all of them looked at Yan Chuan in dismay.
Are you kidding? People in front of you come to the saint's teaching ground to play? To kill a saint's grandson?
On this square, there is no mutual suspicion among the various forces. Although this is to listen to the preaching of the sage, it is actually the powerful people in the 20 territories who come to ask the sage to come forward to deal with the wanton aggression of the Zhou Dynasty. It can be said that everyone supports saints.
Yan Chuan, is this the enemy of all?
The saints' disciples immediately glared at Yan Chuan in anger.
Not far away, from where the Lords of each territory sat, they looked at Yan Chuan with gloomy faces.
The sage looked for a while, but in the end, he didn't find the soul of the second prince. Finally, he knew that the spirits of his grandson were all gone!
Turning his head, the sage glared at Yan Chuan angrily.
Fuzzy face, suddenly, a pair of eyes appear.
Eyes of saints!
The moment the saint's eyes appeared, a frightening feeling struck everyone's mind.
It is a kind of Tianwei like eyes. At a glance, almost all people are shocked.
”Plop!” ”Plop!”
For a moment, on the square, a large number of practitioners suddenly knelt down, a kind of uncontrollable homage. An irresistible kneeling.
Mo Yu Xi's face changed.
Yan Chuan instantly blocked the ink plume.
Behind him, the whole body trembled, and Yan Chuan could not resist seeing his subordinates.Reach out and wave back.
”Hoo!”