Xiao Chen's thoughts flashed through his mind and he jumped up.

As for whether he could erase the traces of the Holy Son and take advantage of this circle for his own use, he didn't even consider it.

Even if he can't do it, the old fortune teller can do it.

When the time comes, let the old fortune teller erase the traces of the Holy Son, and this thing will belong to him.

The Holy Son was a little surprised when he saw that Xiao Chen didn't come to kill him.

When he saw Xiao Chen heading towards the circle, he was startled, but then he came to his senses and his face changed slightly.

Isn't this guy trying to create a circle of gods?

If he had let it go before, he would definitely not have cared about it. After all, this magic weapon was his, how could anyone else take it away.

But just now, his folding fan had been taken away by Xiao Chen using unknown means.

Then he can't guarantee that Xiao Chen has no means to take away his God Circle!

"Certainly!"

The Holy Son shouted loudly, stirring the circle and making a roaring sound.

I saw the circle in mid-air trembling continuously and getting bigger.

Xiao Chen had suffered a lot, so he was naturally careful not to let its light fall on him.

He swayed and avoided the circle. At the same time, he was thinking about how to get closer to the circle and put it into the bone ring.

"Here comes the gun!"

The Holy Son spread his right hand and saw the spear that had just fallen on the ground bloom with light and fly back into his hand.

He held a gun and killed Xiao Chen again.

Xiao Chen ignored the Holy Son and focused on the circle.

He felt that this circle must be settled first.

Otherwise, during the battle, some of your energy should be allocated to pay attention to the circle to avoid hidden losses.

Some losses are enough once.

"Yes."

Suddenly, Xiao Chen's heart moved and he had an idea.
Chapter completed!