Just as Zhou Chen was hovering in mid-air, observing the Ghost King Sect's residence below, the guard disciples of the Ghost King Sect also discovered Zhou Chen's traces at the same time.

After all, the golden bowl the size of a millstone was suspended in the air so brightly, and in fact, it was still lingering with layers of brilliant golden light.

As long as you are not blind, no one can turn a blind eye.

The Futu Golden Bowl that Zhou Chen snatched is definitely not a small name in the cultivation world.

But all the monks who have a little insight and experience know that this magic weapon is the magic weapon of the monk Pufang of Tianyin Temple.

Therefore, when those disciples of the Ghost King Sect recognized this Futu Golden Bowl, they immediately mistook it for the Pufang monk and knocked on the door.

"This is the Futu Golden Bowl, I'm afraid that the bald donkeys from Tianyin Temple are coming, so they will respond to the enemy quickly!"

Under the leadership of a black-clothed disciple, among the many disciples in the Ghost King Sect who were sorting out the ruins, more than twenty people suddenly sacrificed their magic weapons and swept up the sky towards Zhou Chen.

Looking at the heavy treasure light that shot out around his body, the expression on Zhou Chen's face did not change at all.

These disciples of the Ghost King Sect are even worse than their idiots, how can they be in Zhou Chen's eyes? It wasn't taken to heart by him at all.

Slowly raising his right hand, Zhou Chen directly slapped his palm towards the more than twenty disciples of the Ghost King Sect.

Under the surging surge of the True Yuan, a huge crimson purple palm that was as large as a mountain immediately condensed out, and directly blasted the twenty or so Ghost King Sect disciples back to the ground at an even faster speed.

After these twenty or so Ghost King Sect disciples fell into the ruins, they all gushed out a large mouthful of blood, as if they had suffered a lot of injuries.

Although it was Zhou Chen who was the first to be provoked by these disciples of the Ghost King Sect, Zhou Chen did not directly make a ruthless move.

If it was a real move, Zhou Chen's palm could scare these twenty or so disciples of the Ghost King Sect into ashes.

For the sake of the face of the Ghost King Sect, the main gate of the Demon Dao in this realm, Zhou Chen just punished them with a small punishment.

This moment of fighting shocked the real high-level of the Ghost King Sect.

In the core area of the Ghost King Sect's mountain city, in the hall that seemed to be intact, five figures immediately swept out, and the imperial envoy greeted Zhou Chen with a magic weapon.

The person at the head is a middle-aged scribe with full foreheads, which is exactly the sect master of the Ghost King Sect.

He was dressed in a plain white Confucian robe, with a lilac jade pendant pinned to his waist, thin eyebrows and square face, and he looked elegant between his eyebrows, but his eyes were bright.

The four figures that followed behind the ten thousand people, three men and one woman, were the four holy envoys of the Ghost King Sect, Qinglong, Xuanwu, White Tiger, and Vermilion Bird.

Unlike those previous disciples of the Ghost King Sect, after 10,000 people came and went, they didn't choose to fight directly.

Because he had already discovered it when he came across the sky just now, the person who made the current imperial envoy of this Futu Golden Bowl was not a Pufang monk of Tianyin Temple at all.

Moreover, judging from the treasure light that bloomed on the Futu Golden Bowl, ten thousand people could sense that the cultivation strength of the person was definitely much stronger than that of the Pufang monk.

In addition, the other party came to the mountain city station of his Ghost King Sect so openly, it must be extremely confident in his own cultivation strength.

Therefore, before thoroughly understanding the other party's intentions, Wan Xiang is also unwilling to directly start a grudge with the other party.

Suspended in the air about ten zhang in front of Zhou Chen, ten thousand people arched their hands and asked loudly: "The surname of the contemptible person is Wan, and the cursive character is going, I am the sect master of this Ghost King Sect, I don't know why Your Excellency came to my Ghost King Sect Mountain City?!" ”

Just when 10,000 people were observing Zhou Chen, Zhou Chen also sensed 50,000 people without a trace.

Ten thousand people are worthy of being the existence of a giant in the demonic path here, and his cultivation strength does not need to be inferior to Zhou Chen.

If you add the artifact Fu Long Ding that has been passed down from the Ghost King Sect for generations, the cultivation strength of the Ten Thousand People is afraid that it will be stronger than Zhou Chendu.

But even so, the look on Zhou Chen's face was still very flat, and he didn't have any fear or worry because of the strength of the thousands of people.

Ten thousand people are strong, but Zhou Chen is bent on leaving, and he is confident that ten thousand people will not be able to keep him.

Unless Zhou Chen himself made trouble for himself and plunged headlong into the strange array contained in Fulong Ding.

As for the four holy envoys who followed behind the ten thousand people, their cultivation realm was just between them and the Pufang monks.

For Zhou Chen, the four great holy envoys of the Ghost King Sect were not a threat at all.

"In the next week, Sect Master Wan is polite!"

Hearing the words of ten thousand people in his ears, Zhou Chen also bowed his hand thoughtfully, and said indifferently in his voice: "At the invitation of Mrs. Zun, I specially sent the family of the Sect Master of Ten Thousand to reunite with the Sect Master of Wan. ”

After the words in Zhou Chen's mouth fell, a look of doubt couldn't help but appear on the faces of the ten thousand people.

What does that mean? Didn't my lady go to the Six Fox Cave to save her relatives?

Before the 10,000 people could figure out what was going on, Zhou Chendang raised his hand and waved, a gentle but very large energy came out of his hand, rolled up the three of them in the golden bowl, and sent them straight to the direction where the 10,000 people were.

The moment he saw his wife, daughter, and mother-in-law, the eyes of thousands of people were filled with a touch of horror.

He never thought that all his family members were in the hands of the other party's strong man of unknown origin.

However, after all, he was a generation of demonic giants, and although he was very anxious in his heart, the expression on the surface was very steady.

He just focused on the three of them urgently, and didn't make any drastic moves.

The most important thing is that the three of them are within Zhou Chen's strength right now, and they really don't dare to act rashly.

It wasn't until the three of them were sent to the front of him, and the energy dissipated at the same time, that the hearts of the ten thousand people calmed down.

He hurriedly stepped forward and hugged the little idiot and Baguio in his arms, and carefully and cautiously checked on the mother and daughter.

As for the mother-in-law who went to ten thousand people, she was supported by the Suzaku holy envoy behind ten thousand people.

After all, Qinglong, Xuanwu and Baihu are all men, so it's really not good to get too close to the old woman.

Carefully probed the situation of the idiot and the mother and daughter of Baguio, and in the depths of the eyes of tens of thousands of people, there was an incomparably fleeting murderous opportunity.

Although Baguio was unscathed, the idiot had suffered a lot of injuries before, which made Wan Xiang, who has always loved his wife the most, acceptable?