"This, how is this possible?!"

Looking up, looking at this sword soul in the sky, even if it was Wang Teng, he was also afraid in an instant.

Wang Teng began to wonder if he could stop these tens of thousands of sword souls on his own?

The crowd of onlookers was also shaken, and their cognition of Chen Xiaoye was being frantically refreshed.

Whoa!

Chen Xiaoye raised his hand and fell.

Immediately, tens of thousands of sword souls fell in a concentrated manner, like raindrops, setting off a howling wind.

Wang Teng hurriedly exerted his body protection qi, his arms were filled with internal force, and he collided head-on with the sword soul.

'It's a small thing, it's not a big deal......

Wang Teng took a few sword souls head-on, and was about to be proud, but the familiar screams behind him made his heart cold and chilling.

Turning his head slowly, hundreds of disciples in Crouching Tiger Mountain had already died en masse.

Wang Teng's eyes widened angrily, and he turned to look at Chen Xiaoye, with killing intent in his eyes, and roared: "I want you to die!"

"I'm afraid you don't have the ability. Chen Xiaoye shook his fingers.

In an instant, hundreds of sword souls flew directly towards Wang Teng from all directions, leaving him no chance to escape.

"Ahh

At the beginning, he could still deal with it flexibly, but after a long time, Wang Teng's internal strength could not withstand such consumption, and he showed fatigue, his movements gradually slowed down, and it began to become very difficult to crush the sword soul.

On the other hand, Chen Xiaoye's side was relaxed, and the sword soul was still condensing continuously, and under his control, it flew towards Wang Teng.

Wang Teng's face became more and more ugly, he was not a fool, he knew that Chen Xiaoye was a trick and wanted to take his own life, if he was not careful, this life would probably have to be confessed here.

"Tiger God, save me!" At this time, Wang Teng suddenly opened his mouth and shouted.

"That's the Ancient Divine Beast Zhenshan Tiger, even if it's him, I'm afraid it's difficult to deal with, right?" someone speculated.

"Whew!"

Zhenshan Tiger got up from the ground, lazy, opened a pair of amber eyes, and a tiger roar, like thunder, directly shook back and shattered the hundreds of sword souls in front of Wang Teng.

"Oh?" Chen Xiaoye's eyes lit up, he was a little surprised by this, and he had to admit that he did underestimate the strength of this Zhenshan Tiger.

But it would be an exaggeration to say that it made Chen Xiaoye feel threatened.

This town mountain tiger, compared to obsidian, is not worth mentioning at all.

There are only people like Wang Teng, who will think that with the Zhenshan Tiger here, they can't touch him.

"How is it, stinky boy, do you know how powerful the tiger god is?" Wang Teng's face was full of pride, and he asked Chen Xiaoye.

"It's just a slightly larger kitten, do you really think it can be a backer?" Chen Xiaoye asked rhetorically.

"Kitten, hahaha, stinky boy, say you don't know, you still don't admit it, the tiger god is an ancient beast!" Wang Teng emphasized.

"I said he's a kitten, and it's a kitten. Chen Xiaoye said.

"You?!"

"Whew!" Obviously, Chen Xiaoye's words not only angered Wang Teng, but also angered Zhenshan Tiger.

'Stinky boy, you're done!'

Wang Teng no longer spoke, he firmly believed that Zhenshan Tiger would regain the field and the lost prestige for himself and for the hundreds of disciples of Crouching Tiger Mountain who had died.

Zhenshan Tiger approached Chen Xiaoye, raised his front paws, and slapped down.

Bang!

The power of this claw should not be underestimated.

On the contrary, after the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone found that the claw of the Zhenshan Tiger had failed.

Chen Xiaoye quickly pulled away and shouted, "Condensing Sword!"

Suddenly, the sky changed greatly, tens of thousands of swords fused into a giant sword, Chen Xiaoye raised his hand and fell, and the big sword also fell.

"Whew!" the Zhenshan Tiger raised his head and roared, contending with the big sword in his handle.

Start extracting!

Start copying!

However, Chen Xiaoye's side took advantage of this gap and used his skills to extract the genes of Zhenshan Tiger and began to replicate them in batches.

"This, how is this possible!" Wang Teng was shocked.

Ye Zhongming and the others were directly stupid, and they couldn't help but wonder.

'Where did these six Zhenshan tigers come from?'

Zhenshan Tiger noticed the existence of the other six Zhenshan Tigers, and for a while, he lost his mind.

"Tiger God be careful!" Thanks to Wang Teng's shout, Zhenshan Tiger jumped back and dodged the handle of the Great Sword Soul in time.

Chen Xiaoye's side immediately controlled the Great Sword Soul to turn around and chase after him.

At the same time, the six Zhenshan Tigers were also under Chen Xiaoye's order and intercepted the retreat of the Zhenshan Tigers.

"Don't!" Wang Teng shouted in despair.

Where does Chen Xiaoye care about him.

The six Zhenshan tigers pounced at the same time, biting a piece of flesh and suppressing the Zhenshan tiger under them, making it unable to move, and could only roar wildly.

In the next second, the Great Sword Soul pierced through and stabbed the seven Zhenshan Tigers to death on the spot!

Immediately, the Great Sword Soul turned into scattered stardust and floated into the air......

With one sword, killing the seven-headed ancient divine beasts, everyone was already shocked by this scene and was speechless.

Now, no one dares to question whether Chen Xiaoye is qualified to sit on the throne of the Sect Master of the Ten Thousand Immortals Sect.

If even Chen Xiaoye is not qualified, then who does?

"......" Murong Nan, who was hiding in the crowd, was still hanging in his heart until now, and he was extremely glad that he did not stand on the opposite side of Chen Xiaoye.

"You guy, why are you so strong?" Seeing Chen Xiaoye walking towards him, Wang Teng asked.

"That's not something you should worry about. Chen Xiaoye raised his hand, fell, and slapped Wang Teng to death with one palm.

This decisiveness makes people gasp.

So ruthless!

'How many secrets does this guy have?'

Zhao Li's soul was taken in by Chen Xiaoye, and she saw all of this.

In addition to shock and remorse, Zhao Li didn't know what to say.

Thinking of her previous aggressive appearance, Zhao Li felt more and more like an idiot.

"Here...... What is the place? You, you are all still alive?" Wang Teng suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the familiar faces in front of him, and wondered.

"Master, we're all dead. Someone replied.

"Really?" Wang Teng looked around and muttered to himself, "Here, is this the world after death?"

"No, this is the cell I used to imprison my soul, offended me, and thought of the world after death?" Chen Xiaoye's voice suddenly came out.

I only hear his voice, but I don't see his people.

'Imprison the soul!'

Wang Teng had never heard of such strange spells in the world.

"Who are you?" Wang Teng asked.

"As I said, it's not something you should worry about, but soon, you'll be my slaves, incarnated as Yin soldiers, and carved out territories for me in the underworld. Chen Xiaoye said.

Yin soldiers?

The underworld?

Expanding territory?

It was also at this moment that Wang Teng finally reacted to what a terrifying person he had provoked!