Chapter 611 (1/2)

”Chen Jie, you waste, you are dead after all, so my plan is not in vain!” The Marquis of bengshan turned blue and was ready to leave with a cold hum.

”Chen Jie is not as divine as the legendary one. Now it seems that compared with the little Lord in our family, he is not so good.”

”Yes, but we can't deny his luck. He won numerous false names by virtue of his luck several times before. Today, he finally shows his true colors...”

Many of the elders of the ancient family sighed, while some of them looked complicated and fixed their eyes on the terrible storm of divine power.

They can feel that in the center of the storm, even with their cultivation, they will be killed, there is no doubt.

”He's not dead...”

”Not dead...”

In the corner of a house, an old man with scattered hair and dusty body, holding a broken bowl, his eyes blurred and murmured to himself.

”Old man, what are you talking about? Try again?” Ling Qingsong showed disdain to sneer, and said: ”you say again that Chen Jie is not dead, today I will let you die without a burial place!”

”Not dead... I didn't cheat you... Really not dead...”

The old man hid in a corner, looking very scared and muttering.

”Old pariah, how dare you Ling Qingsong raised his right hand and pressed it down. His eyes were full of anger.

”I really didn't lie to you!”

”You, don't hit me, I'll... Prove it to you!”

At this time, the sloppy old man in the corner suddenly shot out a magic light from his muddy eyes. His eyes turned into two little suns, giving off a bright golden light.

Ling Qingsong took a breath of cold air, and could hardly believe his eyes. However, the avalanche Marquis came back and stared at the two golden awns.

”Wow.”

The golden awn is like a sharp sword. Wherever it goes, the fire will separate automatically, just like ice and snow melting.

People in the vague, surprised to find that in the burning flames, a thin figure sitting quietly among them.

His eyes were closed, his upper body was bare, and his sweat was dripping down. Half a meter below him, there was a demon corpse.

This is a very shocking scene. The body of the demon shows its true colors. It has been rotten and broken for a long time, and the fire is blazing.

”My God... What did I see? Chen Jiezhen is not dead. He is refining himself with the fire of the demon corpse!”

”It's impossible. Under such an attack, a quadrupole can survive?”

”Chen Jie is indeed a real pride. Such a person has great courage and is definitely worth attracting, at least not offending!”

Far away from the sky, everyone was stunned and felt extremely incredible.

It's beyond human's cognition. The attack of demigod level, a quadrupole and octave level, can bear it, and it doesn't matter all over. It makes people feel unreal.

As the two golden awns converged, more than half of the flames disappeared. Chen Jieduan was sitting in the middle of them, refining himself with the fire of the demon corpse.

His skin is as red as a drop of blood. If you can look inside at the moment, you can find that in his body, a manic and fierce power is rampant.

Chen Jie has been suppressing and mobilizing all the forces.

The fire of karma burns everything. According to the legend, it is the flame of evil burning in the hell of Abbi, which can dissolve the most terrible evil force.

However, at the moment, the fire of industry is burning on Chen Jie's body, blooming one by one, which is frightening.