Chapter 11 (1/2)

”If you want to kill us, aren't you afraid of being punished by the owner? This is the Chen family. You can't cover the sky with your hands. ”

When Chen Yu sees that Chen Zhuoyuan has taken the opportunity to kill him, he asks angrily.

Chen Zhuoyue, with a cold look on his face, sarcastically said, ”are you pressing me with the master of the house? Anyway, you're all going to die. It's OK to tell you. The master of the house is closed this time, and he will never get out of the pass. ”

”What do you mean?”

Chen Mantang and the people in the demon hunting team listened to Chen Zhuoyue's words and asked angrily.

Chen Zhuoyue sneered: ”what do you mean? I don't understand it. It's really a group of pigs. The elder's meaning is that the master can't think of coming out alive in this lifetime.”

”You've already dealt with the owner of the house?”

Chen Yu reacts in an instant. He didn't expect that Chen Zhuoyuan and others would be so bold and so quick to start.

”Smart.”

Chen Zhuoyue looks at Chen Yu and praises him: ”you guessed well, boy. If you hadn't abolished my nephew Chen Ying, we wouldn't have started so soon. You're responsible for half of the responsibility for the disaster of the owner.”

Chen Yu retorts: ”you are a group of brainless and anti bony animals. You betrayed the Chen family and harmed the owner. You even want to put the blame on us. Today, I can see what is mean by being mean and shameless.”

Chen Zhuoyue turned blue and became angry. He said, ”what a sharp toothed little beast, today elder I have captured you personally. I'll see if your mouth is still so smelly and hard under the torture of the elder.”

After that, Chen Zhuoyue no longer gives Chen Lei and others a chance to speak. Zhenyuan in his body surges wildly, and his hands are covered with a thick layer of red Zhenyuan. With the flow of Chen zhuoyou Zhenyuan, the whole air is filled with a burning breath. Then, Chen Youhao waves his hands, and a cloud of fire gushes out of his palms, towards Chen Lei, Chen Mantang and the demon hunting team A few people shrouded away.

”Father, let's fight together.”

Chen Yu shouts to Chen Mantang, stands beside Chen Mantang and says to Chen Mantang.

”Good!”

Chen Mantang is faced with Chen Zhuoyuan, who has achieved five levels of cultivation in Ningyuan state. He does not dare to hide his clumsiness any more. In a flash, a dark and cold genuine Qi is emitted from Chen Mantang's palm to meet a cloud of fire.

Although Chen Mantang's accomplishments are more than one level lower than Chen Youhao, the nine Youming King's Sutra practiced by him is the highest level skill in the whole Xuanyuan continent. Even in some holy places, shendynasties and ancient sects, it can be regarded as the treasure of Zhenjiao. The quality of this skill is almost as simple as cutting melons and cutting vegetables.

Chen Zhuoyu's fire cloud Zhenyuan, when he met with the black Qi, disappeared like snow and bright sun. Moreover, the Qi was like hell and dark, and he was fighting back, sending out extreme cold. He rushed towards Chen Zhuoyu.

”Hoo!”

Several dark black Qi, like a snake, penetrated through the fire cloud and fell on Chen Zhuoyuan.

For a while, Chen Zhuoyue only felt that his body was stiff, and a gloomy and cold breath invaded his body, almost freezing his body.