"A bead?"

"Little trash, you want to fight me with a bead?

The Butcher King looked at the bead floating in front of him, and sneered and mocked.

The monks behind him also burst into laughter.

In fact, although Jiang Lianchen was very arrogant and his words were extremely arrogant, none of them took Jiang Lianchen, a monk of the Great Emperor's First Realm, in their eyes.

"Isn't it funny?"

"For a while, I'm afraid you can't help but cry!"

Jiang Xiaochen said with a smile.

"Crying?"

"Boy, why are you kidding me?"

"You just want us to ...... with your piece of garbage"

The monks behind the Slaughter King had already pointed at Jiang Xiaochen and scolded angrily.

However, before they could finish scolding, their voices stopped abruptly, and they looked at the scene in front of them with stunned faces.

I saw that from the green beads that were spinning, there were figures coming out one after another.

These figures, any of them, were filled with a powerful Saint Emperor aura.

They turned out to be all monks of the Holy Emperor Realm.

Moreover, there are more than a hundred!

"A bead?"

"Is this still a bead?"

"Why did you suddenly walk out of so many Saint Emperor Realm cultivators?"

All the monks, dumbfounded, watched in disbelief.

For a while, I was still in a daze, and I didn't know why.

However, the only thing they know is that this force is enough to easily bulldoze Tianlin City.

Before, the Slaughter King and the other monks were still laughing, but at this time, they had been slapped in the face and could no longer laugh, replaced by horror in their eyes.

Because, under the momentum of more than a hundred Saint Emperor Realm cultivators, they, the monks of the Great Emperor Nine Realms, did not dare to move a single bit.

Also, the monks of the Six Dao Realms who were watching around were also stunned on the spot at this time, and they collectively lost their voices.

Before, they also said that they would let Jiang Xiaochen kneel and lick the Slaughtering King, but now they know how terrible Jiang Xiaochen is.

"I didn't expect that young man to have so many Holy Emperors, if we were to be held accountable, wouldn't we all have to die?"

At this moment, the group of Six Dao Realm cultivators who knelt and licked the Slaughtering King around them finally became frightened and frightened.

As for the Slaughter King, he swallowed his saliva with difficulty at this time.

Such a terrifying battle, even as a high-level Saint Emperor, he couldn't face it at all.

"How can that kid have such terrifying power in his hands?"

This was completely unexpected by all the monks, and they could not even imagine it.

Jiang Xiaochen didn't care about the reactions of the monks at this time, and just said lightly: "Whoever stands in the way, there will be no forgiveness!"

Jiang Xiaochen gave an order, and more than 100 Saint Emperors who came out stretched out their hands casually.

Poof, poof, poof......

The hundred or so Great Emperor Ninefold Realm cultivators brought by the Slaughtering King were all pinched and exploded, and there was no trace of resistance at all.

The Slaughterer King wants to retreat as soon as possible!

"I want to go, you're not qualified enough!"

An eightfold Saint Emperor of the Heavenly Burial Clan said indifferently.

Then, he casually stretched out his hand and grabbed the Slaughter King.

With a flash of the big sword in the Slaughter King's hand, he had already condensed a terrifying force and slashed at the Eightfold Realm Holy Emperor of the Heavenly Burial Clan.

This Heavenly Burial Clan's Eightfold Realm Holy Emperor is named Burial Hao.

In addition to the burial tiger, he is the second person of the Heavenly Burial Clan.

If the burial tiger is not there, the rest of the Heavenly Burial Clan monks will have to listen to him.

In the face of the powerful attack of the Slaughter King, Fu Hao's outstretched hand remained unchanged, only changed direction.

No longer grabbing the King of the Slayer, but grabbing the great sword that the King Slayer slashed in.

Syllable!

The great sword of the Slaughter King was cut down, but it was firmly grasped in the hands of Fu Hao.

At this time, in Fu Hao's hand, there was a mysterious and powerful power of the Holy Emperor, wrapping the big sword, so that the big sword could not be used for half an inch, and it could not hurt him in the slightest.

"Strength, it's too weak, I really don't know where you believe in it, dare to be so arrogant in front of my son?"

"You dare to speak disrespectfully to my son!"

"If it weren't for my son's orders, I'd have blown your head right now. ”

Fu Hao said coldly.

Then, with a casual snatch, the great sword had fallen into his hands.

At the same time, he reached out again and grabbed the Slaughter King, this time the other party didn't have any reaction at all, he had already lifted it in his hand and sealed the cultivation of the whole body.

Then, Fu Hao threw it casually, and threw the invincible Slaughter King in front of Jiang Xiaochen like a dead dog.

"Childe, the people have been arrested!"

Fu Hao said respectfully.

Now, any Heavenly Burial Clan monk has incomparable respect for Jiang Xiaochen.

After all, in their hearts, they all thought that it was Jiang Xiaochen who relieved the curse for them, and passed on the true inheritance of their Heavenly Burial Clan, so that their strength improved by leaps and bounds, so that they could go further on the path of cultivation in the future.

Jiang Xiaochen nodded, then looked at the slaughtering king who was like a dead dog and said, "I said, if you reject this son, then you have to die." ”

"Kill it, and your head will be hung by the city gate!"

In the end, Jiang Xiaochen said indifferently.

"Rao, spare your life, I, I'm willing to take Gongzi to the Ten Thousand Realms Teleportation Array. ”

"Before, I didn't know Mount Tai with my eyes, so I begged to let it go. ”

The Slaughter King's face trembled like ashes and begged for mercy.

And sure enough, as Jiang Xiaochen said before, the more people like to kill, the more afraid they are when facing death.

"No need, kill!"

However, Jiang Xiaochen ignored the Slaughter King's pleas for mercy and ordered directly.

It's just that Jiang Xiaochen's voice just fell, and before he had time to kill the Slaughter King, a majestic voice sounded: "Stop!"

As soon as the voice fell, I saw a middle-aged monk, with more than fifty Holy Emperors, stepping into the air and appearing in front of the gate of Tianlin City.

"Are the people of my Tianlin City so easy to kill?"

"Boy, what kind of place are you supposed to be?"

After appearing, the middle-aged monk stared coldly at Jiang Xiaochen.

Seeing the middle-aged monk, some monks already exclaimed.

"Yes, it's the Lord of Tianlin City!"

"The city lord is a top-level Saint Emperor, enough to suppress them all!"

"That kid, what if there are more Saint Emperors behind him, without a top-level Saint Emperor, then he can't compete with the City Lord. ”

.......

The monks reacted at this time and spoke one after another.

"I don't care what place this is, I just know that I want to return to the Nine Heavens, and whoever stands in my way will die!"

Even in the face of the top Saint Emperor, the City Lord of Tianlin City, Jiang Xiaochen still looked indifferent, fearless, and even extremely strong.

This kind of bearing alone is not at all what a Great Emperor Realm cultivator should have.

"So, even if you come, he must die!"

Jiang Xiaochen spoke lightly, then pinched out a sword trick and swiped forward!

Burst!

The head of the Slaughterer King was cut off, and the blood rushed high, shocking the audience.

Jiang Xiaochen said casually: "He rejected this son just now, so he died, now, do you want to take me to the Ten Thousand Realms Teleportation Array?"

"If you refuse, you will end up like him!"

(End of chapter)