"The Palace Master ......"

A group of Plague Temple monks arrived from a distance, and when they saw this scene in the primeval ruins, they couldn't believe it.

"Who did it!Who dared to kill the palace master of my plague god temple!" A plague cultivator looked at the God Realm monks around him.

Everyone looked at each other, and no one dared to answer, although this person was a champion monk, but his ruthlessness was not inferior to that of a high-level cultivator in the late stage of the Divine Realm.

Shi Chen stepped on Xiaoyu and walked forward, staring at this group of poison cultivators with a blank expression, "I did it." ”

"It's just a garbage that has just stepped into the championship, and it dares to be so arrogant!"

"Give me a ride, cut this person to a pulp and avenge the palace master!"

"Capture the dragon!"

......

The eyes of this group of plague cultivators were full of resentment, but more of them were taking the opportunity to be greedy for the primeval thunder dragon, presumably this group of plague gods had already seen Sa Mengmeng unhappy on weekdays.

More than a dozen plague cultivators rushed in, and the poisonous gas forced the monks of the other sects here to retreat to a distant place, so as not to be affected.

Shi Chen looked at this group of plague cultivators coldly, Fang Nasa Mengmeng only had the cultivation of the peak of the seventh layer of the First God, but his strength was close to the spiritual power of the ninth layer of the First God, and he must also be the proud of the sect of the Plague God Temple.

And the current group of plague cultivators all have the strength of the fourth or fifth layer of the first god, and the highest is only the sixth layer of the first god, and he doesn't pay attention to it at all. I wanted to reason with it, but I didn't expect this group of people to be unreasonable, so there was no need for me to keep my hands.

Shi Chen directly took out the Dream Bead and the Time Axis from the True Spirit World, and the two artifact breaths emanated, strolling through the crowd.

When all the monks around saw these two unusual things, their eyes were full of light, and this monk was a treasure. The Qingmang Sword in his hand, the Ancient Thunder Dragon under his feet, and at this time, he took out a white ball and a half-length scroll, all of them were amazed.

The dozen or so plague cultivators who came at a gallop were even more light in their eyes, and they were even more greedy, these things would undoubtedly be obtained by themselves.

Seeing this group of poisonous smoke rushing over, Shi Chen quietly flickered and disappeared in place in an instant.

Shi Chen in the eyes of all the plague cultivators had not moved, and the group pulled out their sharp weapons and attacked Shi Chen in the dream realm.

"Boom Boom Boom Boom ......"

A devastating bombardment descended on Shichen one after another, raising a cloud of dust.

Just as all the plague cultivators were vigilantly waiting for the dust to clear, there were screams behind them.

When everyone reacted and turned around, the monk appeared in the rear at some point, and he had already pierced the hearts of three or five plague cultivators, and the green mang sword in his hand was dripping with the blood of the plague cultivators.

"What's going on?" said the leader of the plague cultivators, unable to figure out what the situation was at all.

Everyone was in a hurry, so they had no choice but to pick up the sharp weapons in their hands one after another, and the monk in front of them threw out a poisonous sword qi.

Before this group of plague cultivators began to perform immortal magic, Shi Chen first injected a trace of spiritual power into the time axis and drove it.

Everyone condensed in the moment when they wanted to attack, Shi Chen seized this gap, leaving no chance for this group of plague cultivators, and threw out a sword.

"Wang Yang!"

The huge monstrous waves followed the sword qi that the Qingyu Sword slashed out, and the waves came out.

Seeing this, Xing Ruwan also followed the master with a sword.

"Wang Yang!"

Thunder and water are combined, and a different ocean fights out.

Two oceans one in front of the other, one big and one small, one fierce and one weak, one urgent and one slow, rushed towards the plague cultivators one after another.

All the plague cultivators were completely stunned at this moment, what kind of sacredness is this! Why does it seem that time has been taken away from me at this moment, is this an artifact containing the law of time?

Wang Yang seized this moment and cut all the rest of the plague cultivators in half, and all the plague cultivators fell into a pool of blood with all kinds of horror, full of remorse in their hearts, and they didn't understand why a monk in the early stage of the championship was so powerful......

After killing this group of plague cultivators, Shi Chen put all the storage bags into his bag. After cleaning up slightly, he picked up 300,000 spirit stones, and some ordinary pills, these pills are far inferior to Sa Mengmeng's pills, which is really a big deal.

Throw the spirit stone and pill to Xing Ruwan, and the rest are some miscellaneous garbage artifacts and unsightly plague cultivation methods and canonical laws. According to the old rules, Shi Chen cut them all together.

The monks of the other sects around were all taken aback when they saw Shi Chen clean up so many plague cultivators again. Fortunately, he didn't covet Shi Chen's Ancient Thunder Dragon, otherwise wouldn't his fate be the same as this group of plague cultivators, without saying a word, he would be directly cut to the fall......

Shi Chen fell, and after this battle, he felt that there was a slight breakthrough in cultivation, so he simply asked his apprentice to protect the Dharma with Xiaoyu and meditate on himself.

Open all the Pei Yuan Dan of Sa Mengmeng, pour it beside him, and then take out the 200 million high-grade spirit stones. Began to run wildly in the dantian, and the rain god decision.

As the spiritual power in the dantian devoured and opened, the spiritual stones around him clicked and shattered, turning into wisps of spiritual energy and being sucked into his body. After the coordination and distribution in the dantian, the spiritual power is sent to all parts of the body after a circle, and the spiritual power has been filled with every meridian of the body.

Xiuwei began to skyrocket at this moment, winning the second floor...... Won the third floor...... Won the fourth floor...... Win the fifth floor!

The time of the three incense sticks passed, and with the fragmentation and absorption of the last spirit stone, Shi Chen's cultivation was stable in the middle of the championship.

Feeling the flood of his spiritual power, Shi Chen stood up, and even his bones clicked.

The surrounding monks saw that Shi Chen's cultivation had gone further, and they were all uneasy, this person could fight the seventh layer of the first god in the early stage, and now in the middle stage, he could not fight the monk at the peak of the first god, and he was the first person in this ancient ruins.

Such a character, don't point the finger at yourself, thinking of the situation when Sa Mengmeng and a dozen plague cultivators fell, it is simply trembling.

Not long after Shi Chen got up, he heard a cry for help in the distance.

"Ahhh......h

Before he could take a few steps, he was pierced by a bloody hand and fell between heaven and earth.

"Hahaha...... My Blood Emperor is back again!Holy Angel, you didn't expect it, what you killed was only my physical body at the beginning, and I used the Blood Pool Technique to turn into a ball of blood and escape. I only hate that your attack is so outrageous that I only left a wisp of soul behind, and now that I am back again, I see what you can do to me!"

The voice came from the mouth of a demon with blood-colored pupils, blood-stained robes, and a hideous face with red hair.

The other hand also passed through the chest of the monk who shouted for help, tearing the monk's body open, and blood was scattered all over the ground.

This was a real blood demon, and everyone present saw his appearance clearly, and retreated in a cringe, leaning on each other tightly, for fear of being caught, and following in the footsteps of the monk who shouted for help.