Looking at the long-lost face, everyone's almost desperate hearts rekindled their high fighting spirit...

Zuo Qinghan, Si Lian, Murong Yuxi, and Fang Zixin couldn't control her tears and rushed over immediately.

Le Chen, Zhuang Wenyuan, Li Mufeng, Yin Emperor... countless friends surrounded him, and in a moment he surrounded Lu Chen tightly.

"Husband!"

"Boss!"

"Old Wu!"

"Chen'er..."

These slight calls contain too much injury.

After Lu Chen left for 50,000 years, Ganyumen experienced a blow that almost destroyed the surname. Friends left one after another, causing them to lose the most fundamental hope for survival. Without Lu Chen, it seemed like he had lost his backbone until Zhongyou killed him to Cangmo Ridge. Everyone thought they could never see Lu Chen again, but they thought that the sky was pitiful. At the last moment, Lu Chen fell from the sky like a god, and once again resolved the crisis of the first and second alliances.

Confidence was rekindled, and everyone cried with joy, and their friends were indignant for their dead relatives.

"I'm late."

Seeing that some familiar friends in the team had different injuries, Lu Chen knew how hard they had worked.

After looking for a while, Lu Chen suddenly found that there were a few people missing in the team, and an unknown premonition suddenly arose in his heart.

"Where are Brother Ji Bao and Sister Fan Yun?"

This question made Liao Chen and others immediately lower their heads, sigh one by one, and didn't know how to answer.

"Han'er, what's going on?" Lu Chen's eyes turned to Zuo Qinghan.

Zuo Qinghan's cries stopped sobbed again, and he swallowed even more: "I'm sorry, husband, it's Han'er who protects Buzhou, Brother Jibao and Sister Fan Yun..." Speaking of this, Zuo Qinghan bit his red lips and said: "They are dead."

"boom!"

Upon hearing the bad news, Lu Chen felt like he was hit by five thunders and his whole body trembled: "How did they die?"

Zhuang Wenyuan walked up, and Lu Chen saw the sword wound on Zhuang Wenyuan's face, which was ferocious and terrifying: "Boss. Brother Jibao, Sister Fan Yun, Senior Li, Old Ye, and Lan Ba ​​were all killed by the old dog Zhongyou."

"Senior Li, Old Ye... and Lan Ba..."

Lu Chen clenched his fists tightly, and the evil technique started to run rapidly uncontrollably. The black area on the soles of his feet expanded infinitely, and soon wrapped all the immortal cultivators of the first and second leagues in.

If it were in the past, even relatives and friends would be affected by Lu Chen's killing thought and their souls were damaged. However, since they reached the demigod level, Lu Chen's control over killing thoughts has reached an extremely subtle level. Now, killing thoughts will not affect their own people, but will use the ability of the forbidden area of ​​the Killing God to help increase the momentum and even cultivation of masters in the same camp.

A shocking black air emerged from nearly 100 million people, as if a fire was about to burn the heaven and earth to ashes.

"Zhongyou, Fotucheng, Bingo, Wusheng..." Lu Chen gritted his teeth and said the name of each enemy in a gusto. Every time he recited a sentence, the hatred in his heart surged a little.

When his eyes swept across the emperors of the Immortal Realm, Lu Chen gritted his teeth and said, "You wait, I'll clean them up first."

"A disciple." Liao Chen was slightly surprised. He had seen Zhong You's methods. The demigod level was not something that ordinary people could deal with. It's only 50,000 years later. Liao Chen didn't want Lu Chen to fall into Zhong You's way while he was careless.

"Zhongyou has already entered the demigod, you must be careful."

Lu Chen was stunned when he heard this. Instead of being afraid, he suddenly said: "It turns out to be a demigod. No wonder he can't even make him unable to defeat him." He gently pushed Chen's hand away. Lu Chen gave everyone a look of peace of mind and whispered: "Master, don't worry, demigod, he is just a demigod, he is far from it."

After letting go of his hand, Lu Chen jumped to the Wusha Cloud and flew to the sky. His eyes swept across the emperors' troops and finally discovered the location of Zhongyou and his men.

"Lu Chen, we meet again." The Lord of Zhongyou Immortal flew out from behind the crowd and stared at Lu Chen with a proud and contemptuous expression.

At the same time, Fotucheng, Wusheng Laogui, Bingo, and the Great Demon Dragon King were flying over, all of whom were good at level nine emperors.

Looking at the scene, Lu Chen was not afraid at all and said with a grim smile: "Old dog, I didn't expect you to come out of seclusion early."

"I didn't expect that you were willing to come out now." Zhongyou laughed with a sneer, filled with the smell of ridicule.

Wusheng finally had a chance to avenge his previous shame. He stood up unscrupulously, tied the ropes to Xiao Luan, Feng Baili, and Bai Xiaodao, and jokingly said, "Turning turtle, are you willing to give up? I thought you would have to wait until the people from the first and second leagues died before they would come out to collect their bodies, haha."

Mocking, laughing and scolding, the emperors' men burst into laughter...

"Hmph!" Lu Chen was unmoved, but was a little embarrassed by these villains. He snorted coldly, his eyes locked in Zhongyou, and then swept over Bingo, saying, "Old dog, I didn't expect you to give up the position of the Immortal Lord to Bingo. I understand that he is the inheritor designated by Huli."

Zhongyou smiled and said, "That's right, this immortal master has become a demigod and will ascend to become a god soon. However, before this, we need to resolve the grudges between us first."

"What he said is reasonable." Lu Chen didn't refute, and smiled fiercely.

For some reason, when everyone saw Lu Chen's grinning, they had an unknown premonition, and this smile seemed to be the favor of death.

As people from Qianyumen, they all understand Lu Chen's surname. When Danfan Lu Chen smiled, it means that his murderous intention had already aroused.

As he moved forward, Lu Chen walked towards Zhongyou and the emperors of the Immortal Realm, and stopped in a few steps. Looking at the old ghost of Wusheng, Lu Chen said in a deep voice: "Wusheng, let them go."

Without pleading, Lu Chen's tone was filled with majesty and domineeringness, just like a high-ranking emperor giving orders, which made Wusheng shudder inexplicably.

"Why?" Wusheng's old ghost turned red and he said unwillingly: "You want to scare me, there is no way."

"Scared you?"

Lu Chen smiled disdainfully, and suddenly a sharp light flashed in his eyes. He moved forward, slowly approaching Wusheng step by step.

In a moment, Lu Chen took nine steps, still far away from Wusheng. Even Zhongyou didn't understand what Lu Chen wanted to do. And at this moment, Lu Chen took the tenth step, this step... He could find people's taste as far as the world was far away.

Except for Zhongyou, everyone could only see Lu Chen's body shaking slightly. But when he stopped, Xiao Luan, Feng Baili and Bai Xiaodao stood behind him strangely.

All the immortal cultivators present widened their eyes and looked at Lu Chen in disbelief. They shouted in a low voice and then rang out in the crowd. A terrifying aura instantly enveloped the Cangmo Ridge.

"this!"

Zhongyou's face changed. He never expected that after 50,000 years, Lu Chen actually had such a way of reaching the sky.

Even he couldn't believe the speed of the world.

This is true for Zhongyou, let alone Bingo and others. When they saw the figure standing firmly on Wushayun, they seemed to be hundreds of times taller at this moment, and they were so breathless like a god.

However, shock was not just that. When everyone was incredible for Lu Chen's amazing magical powers, a loud bang suddenly resounded by their side.

"Peng!"

The terrifying wave of air crashed into the Emperor Realm masters who were approaching Wusheng and were rippling with blood. They retreated in panic and retreated a hundred feet away, only to find that blood was splashed on their clothes.

When people were shocked and looked at the place where the loud noise came, they all found that Wusheng, who had just been intact, had disappeared out of thin air.

Only blood rains were scattered in the sky, and the strong smell of blood filled hundreds of meters in a radius.

His eyes turned again, and everyone's faces were pale. At some point, Lu Chen actually controlled the soul of the old ghost Wusheng.

"Impossible, how did you do it? I am a level nine ghost emperor." The tragic cry of Wusheng Old Ghost echoed in the ears of all the emperors in the fairy world, which was creepy.

He killed one person in ten steps, and even reached the ninth-level imperial realm. Lu Chen immediately shocked everyone present.

After a thousand years of battle, Xiao Yuantian's immortal cultivator has seen a real master. Zhongyou, Li Muyun, and Yin Yanjing are transcendents in the imperial realm. However, even they do not have the method of killing ten steps to silently erase a level nine ghost emperor.

Fear spread uncontrollably all over the mountains and fields, and everyone who came into contact with Lu Chen's sight felt crazy.

Finally, some masters whose cultivation level was not as good as those of the Emperor Realm could not help but feel fear in their hearts. They ran away in all directions with a strange scream, and the scene became extremely chaotic for a moment.

At this moment, six figures of human beings suddenly rushed into the sky, divided into six directions, and at the same time, they sacrificed their magical powers comparable to those of the ninth-level emperor realm master.

The cold wind in the sky is like a knife, the sand dances like a storm, the cold current freezes the space everywhere, and the fire surrounds a huge prison wall, surrounding hundreds of millions of immortal cultivators without exception.

The sound of shocking sounds of the explosion of the body came one after another, and hundreds of monks turned into blood rain...

Changes followed one after another. Before Lu Chen's invincible cultivation could awaken Zhongyou from the shock, he saw six weakest masters at the eighth level of emperor realm appearing on the periphery of the army of emperors in the immortal world.

Only six people surrounded hundreds of millions of immortal cultivators, and the cultivation level of these six people was undoubtedly powerful.

"Babys, my seventh brother didn't let you go, don't even think about leaving."

Directly northward, a figure like a god of war jumped high with two guns in his hand. The gun danced like the wind, forming a dense net of guns to stop everyone. He did not chase and killed them. Instead, he was jokingly looking at the hundreds of millions of immortal cultivators who were as dense as an ants army in the net.

After sneering twice, the "God of War" turned to Lu Chen and said, "Seventh Brother, I'll leave it to you."

"Thank you, second brother." Lu Chen pursed his lips and walked on a black cloud. Calmly, the eight** bodies appeared at the same time, and waves of breath that were not as weak as the middle ghost rushed to the sky. The monks present were frightened and their faces turned pale.

"Half...de-god!"
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