"Hmph~~! The half-hung Voldemort is actually talking about the old man behind his back with that guy Gurney, it's really nothing to do!" Yuda could naturally hear Tu'er's words, and muttered to Goode while playing the game of Warcraft.

"I can't imagine that Voldemort Dragon guy is not dead yet, he must have given this guy life-saving divine power before the fall of the Earth God last time, otherwise he would have been like a purple whale!" Goode guessed with some emotion.

"You two should be ready, we will go to the Hans front line in the near future, I heard that there are already several quasi-god-level masters sitting there, I wonder if their souls will be beneficial to you?" Chu Mengji's voice suddenly came.

"Quasi-god-level~~, it's okay, it may be of some use to Mida, it doesn't matter to Uncle Ben, what I care about is the quantity!"

"A few days ago, you said that you were looking for a suitable furnace to be reborn, I searched for a long time and didn't find a suitable one, I really don't know what kind of one is really suitable for you!" Chu Mengchen said distressedly.

"Look at the chance, this kind of furnace can be met but not sought, let's take one step at a time, not to mention that Lao Tzu hasn't finished appreciating Mr. Cang's masterpiece~~!

"Brother~, are you sure to make a bet with Sister Julia?I think the number of your guards is too small!" Chu Yuan asked with Chu Mengjian around his neck and sitting in his arms.

The tender little buttocks made Chu Mengchen feel tormented, this little elf exuded a seductive aura all over his body, especially in the mansion, Chu Yuan was not easy to change his face at all, and his impeccable peerless appearance made Chu Mengchen's heart tremble and horny.

"Yuan'er, don't make trouble, the husband is still going to inspect the reserve of surplus grain, hurry down!" Yelu Qinxiang saw Chu Mengchen's embarrassed appearance and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade.

"Sister Qinxiang, you sit here!" Chu Yuan not only did not come down, but instead gave up one of Chu Mengjian's thighs, instigating Yelu Qinxiang to join in the fun.

Yelu Qinxiang immediately blushed, smacked Chu Yuan, walked to the side and picked up Chu Mengji's big coat and draped it on his body.

Chu Mengchen felt very cordial to the gentle and surnamed Yelu Qinxiang, perhaps because of the sharing of the source of life, the two always had an urge to attract each other and want to be one.

"Qin Xiang has been in charge of the food supply of Lanxiang Province for more than a month, is it tired, is it bitter?" Chu Mengchen gently grabbed her Rouyi and asked.

Yelu Qinxiang's delicate body shook slightly, her face became even more delicate and red, and she said softly: "As long as you can share your husband's worries, no matter how hard and tired you are, you should be tired!"

"Bah~~, you two are so numb~~!Let's go to the General Administration of Grain Reserves, my teeth are about to sore after a while!" Chu Yuan trembled exaggeratedly, took Chu Mengji's hand and walked out.

As soon as the three of them came out of the house, suddenly there was a loud rumbling sound from the north, and Chu Mengchen hurriedly let go of his thoughts and could go to the north.

I saw that in the northern valley, Old Philo was fighting five masters of the Hans Alliance costume alone, and the powerful aura fluctuations made Chu Mengji unable to perceive the depth of several people. Before he could do any more detailed investigation, he saw Fa Duo shoot like an arrow.

"Seventeen~~!Big deal~~ Oh no! Old Philo and Hong Feiyu are fighting in Beigu, and Hong Feiyu seems to have brought four helpers, it seems that Old Philo is a little difficult~~ dangerous! What should we~~ do?!" Fado rushed to Chu Mengji's approach and said breathlessly.

"How many god-level masters are there on the other side?" Chu Mengchen immediately tightened when he heard this, and hurriedly asked.

"According to my observation, it seems that there are only two of them in Hong Feiyu, and the other three are quasi-god-level ethereal spirit peak people!"

"Inform Tianzheng, the whole city is on alert, let Tu'er and Old Gurney go to help first, and you can follow me to Elder Ai Hui's place!" Chu Mengji pulled up Fado and disappeared in place with a teleportation.

"Elder Ai Hui, take out the sniper cannon we developed, and bring that drop of god-level essence blood, we want to see if this guy is good or not!" Chu Mengchen said hurriedly after coming to Elder Ai Hui's location.

"Obey the orders of the lord, Gasol~~, take the Niwa and set off!" Ai Hui hurriedly beckoned a few goblins in the distance.

When Chu Mengchen and the others came to the North Valley Hills, Tu'er, Old Gurney and Philo were fighting hard against the five of Hong Feiyu, and the relatively weak Old Gurney had already seen injuries on his body, but this cannibal was crazy when he saw blood, and for a while it really made the two quasi-god-level guys helpless.

"Philo~~, don't be obsessed! You alone can't stop us! If you know each other, you should retreat early, so as not to hurt the harmony!" Hong Feiyu threatened while condensing the aura of the undead.

"Fart~~!oh~~, by the way, you guy can't fart at all, no wonder talking stinks!" Old Philo teased with a blow of his beard and glaring.

"You~~!?, you old fellow, it seems that you are toasting and not eating and drinking!" Another god-level old man scolded loudly.

"Gan Er, don't talk nonsense with him! join forces to abolish him! Dig out his godhead to your grandson!" Hong Feiyu's originally pale face became even more pale, he slowly gathered the gray crystal ball in his hand, and a breath of death overwhelmingly pressed towards Old Philo.

Gan Yi condensed ice magic, and the already cold air was frozen in an instant, and the others present immediately felt sluggish, as if even their souls were frostbitten, which was the stunt he relied on to become famous for - extreme cold.

Philo's expression was extremely solemn, he knew that his ability was slightly stronger than Hong Feiyu, but he was by no means the enemy of two god-level middle-level masters, but he was proud that he could not retreat, his hands were slightly supported, and the two spheres flashing with thunderstorms slowly condensed, and he was determined to fight to block the advance of the two killing gods even if he was seriously injured.

Just when the three of them were about to fight hard, Chu Mengchen and the others set up the sniper cannon, in order not to hurt Philo, Chu Mengchen disregarded his own safety and flew towards Gan Erguan.

"Huh~~!?strange little guy!, obviously there is no magic movement, but he can actually reach the power of the quasi-god level!" Gan Er's head sensed Chu Mengji's strength without looking back, and the natal ice pick that had just been condensed instantly flew towards Chu Mengji, who was rushing towards him.

"Old Philo quickly take Tu'er and them to dodge, I'll snipe the gods!" Chu Mengji pulled out the Fang Tian Painting Halberd from the god-level storage ring, and reminded loudly while facing the dangerous ice pick.

As soon as Philo heard this, he immediately knew what Chu Mengji meant, and hurriedly dodged and took advantage of the situation to bring up two god-level demonic beasts, and shouted loudly: "Be careful of his ice picks!"

As if he hadn't heard it, a javelin-like halberd rushed towards the ice pick, "Boom~~!" With a loud bang, Chu Mengji slammed into the ice pick, and the huge shock force suddenly collapsed Chu Mengji, and the ice pick was actually shattered! But the cone head was deep in Chu Mengchen's chest, and Chu Mengchen spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his eyes dimmed.

After all, there is a huge difference in strength, and there is still a big gap between the god level and the quasi-god level, not to mention that the natal ice pick of Gan Yi has already condensed, compared to Chu Mengjian's hasty attack, it has more than a little upper hand.

"You are still the first one who can retreat under my cold soul ice picks!Suffer death~~!"

Hong Feiyu also finished condensing his magic power at this time, and a ball with a furious death aura drew a gray trail and flew towards Philo.