Chapter 1180: Hate
The strength of each Golden Crow will not be weaker than that barbarian saint, and the ten join forces, and the result is no suspense. Use the reader to read tens of millions of books, completely ad-free![Recommended website Stay up late to read books aoye] Under the destruction of all directions, the barbarian saint was shot down from the sky by ten dazzling red rays.
The barbarian saint was extraordinary, but the ten golden crows were too powerful to join forces, and they were smashed into a huge pit on the ground. The matter did not end there, as the rocks were pulled out of the ground and smashed into the pit. The golden crow joined forces, and then the giant pit was balanced, and the seriously injured barbarian saint did not move again.
Without the last resistance, the Golden Crow roared unscrupulously, turning the entire Jinwu Kingdom into a fire-like land.
"That's enough!" Chen Pan said coldly, there was no need to waste the energy of the old antique, he already knew who his enemies were, the demons and the golden crow of the evil cultivation world.
"What are you going to do?" asked the old antique as he took the time and space realm.
"Revenge!" Needless to say, the two words mean everything.
"Revenge, revenge......" Before the old antique could speak again, Chen Pan suddenly heard a strange voice in his ears. This voice was very faint, and if it weren't for Chen Panling's knowledge, he wouldn't have been able to hear it at all.
The Golden Crow clan was originally a race that went out of the main world, and its strength was extraordinary, even better than that of the monks of the same realm in the other world. After being slaughtered by them here, it would be difficult for the quasi-saints to survive, let alone the ordinary people of the Jin Wu Kingdom.
"Who!" Chen Pan shouted loudly, he didn't have any life around him at all, there could be no living person. But he was extremely confident in his spiritual sense, which could not have been an illusion.
"What's wrong?" asked the old antique, who didn't hear what Chen Pan heard.
"Revenge, revenge ......"
The voice appeared again, and Chen Pan could already confirm that it was not his own hallucination. There are no living people around, so it is possible that the souls of the people of Jin Wuguo have died.
Ghost. This kind of thing does not exist in the cultivation world today, and in the cognition of the cultivation world. After death, it will turn into a spirit without any consciousness, and it will no longer have anything to do with the previous life, so there is no such thing as reincarnation.
"Who, who the hell is it!" Chen Pan shouted again.
"What's wrong with you?" the old antique was very worried, afraid that Chen Pan would hallucinate and lose his mind because of the too much stimulation he received.
"There must be someone, there must be someone, where is it!" Chen Pan soared into the air. The voice rang in his ears from time to time.
"Revenge. The voice of the ...... of revenge was very weak, as if a fire candle in the wind was about to be extinguished.
Following the sound, Chen Pan stopped in an open space outside the national capital. It was from here that the voice came from the ground, and he had already vaguely thought of something. This is where the barbarian saint was killed.
"Get up!" Chen Pan shouted, the Dao pattern of the soil worked, and the entire empty space was pulled out by him.
There was a loud "boom", and the excavated earth and stones were thrown aside, "exposing" the body of the barbarian saint at the bottom of the pit.
There was not a trace of life, and it was clearly dead. It's just that Chen Pan, who has initially mastered the soul dao pattern, can feel that his soul is not dispersing, but hovering around the corpse.
"Revenge, revenge......" the remnant soul of the barbarian saint kept repeating this sentence.
Whether it's a mortal, or after the death of a monk. Whatever remains of the soul will quickly disappear and then turn into a spirit. However, there are exceptions, when there is a certain emotional "sexual" energy support, the soul will not dissipate, but will remain forever, becoming the so-called dead and blind.
The energy of this emotional 'sexuality' may be love. But most of it is hatred, hatred that does not share the sky.
I don't know how long I have been fighting in the realm of time and space, and the soul of this barbarian saint is naturally left until now because of hatred.
Chen Pan slowly fell, standing at the bottom of the pit, the soul of the barbarian saint seemed to be unconscious, still repeating his own things.
"Revenge, revenge ......" turned over and over, there are only these two words, but the words contain hatred and can almost drip blood.
"Hate, I hate too! I know you want revenge, but you've done enough, I'll take the rest with me! Chen Pan said in a low voice.
Stretching out his right hand, he activated the soul dao pattern and took the remnant soul of the barbarian saint into the palm of his hand.
"Stop!" Someone suddenly shouted, and several figures flew quickly.
"Who are you, why do you want to blaspheme the saints of my clan!" a tall man shouted loudly, looking at the costumes, several of them are barbarians, quasi-saint realm.
"What's wordy, it must be the demon clan of the evil cultivation world. Amitabha Buddha has strictly ordered you to enter the northern wilderness of my country, and it seems that you are not dead yet. I, the barbarians, will not give in, and when the War Saint returns, I will make you pay with blood. "A female 'sexual' barbarian was extremely irritable, and as soon as her voice fell, she had already killed Chen Pan directly.
The Mixed Yuan Monarch who died in the hands of Chen Pan is already difficult to calculate, let alone a mere quasi-saint, even if the quasi-saint of the main world is strong in the other world, but it is already good to be able to compare with the saints of the other world.
Stretched out a hand to block this person's attack, slightly shocked, and did not hurt the other party, after all, it was a misunderstanding.
Chen Pan held his palm weakly and sucked the tall man who seemed to be.
"Let go of my big brother!" a few shouts, and the rest of the people immediately shot together.
The defensive pattern appeared, and it was easy to block several people together, but it did not hurt anyone.
"Stop!" shouted the tall man, who had already seen that the man in front of him was very powerful, and it was not something they could deal with. And he also felt that this person seemed to have no malicious intent, otherwise I am afraid that there would be no one standing at this moment. What's more, he felt that the person in front of him seemed to be a little familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen it all of a sudden.
"Who the hell are you?" the tall man asked Chen Pan, although he felt that the person in front of him did not seem to be hostile, but the nature of the barbarian clan would not play any politeness.
"I'm also a barbarian, not a demon!" Chen Pan said expressionlessly: "I just want to know, what happened to the Northern Barbarian Plains, and why did it become like this? The demon clan and the golden crow, why did they attack the barbarians? Where did the War Saint go?"
After hearing what Chen Pan said, everyone was shocked and blurted out together: "Are you a barbarian?"
"It's nonsense, not to mention that I have seen all the saints of my barbarians, but no, how can anyone in my barbarian race use the mystical skills of the human race like you. You must be a demon beast!" the barbarian shouted again.
She couldn't understand Chen Pan's exercises, but she could determine that it was definitely not the barbarian's exercises, but the human race's mystical skills.
"So what, in the whole world, apart from my barbarians, who else can learn this innate war pattern!" Chen Pan said proudly, the war pattern appeared on the surface of his body, and the golden light was shining.
He wanted to find out what happened to the Ancient 6, where the War Saint went, and the few people in front of him were just right.
The war paint of the barbarians is the only one in the world. To be continued. )