The sound of the Dao sounded, and Zhao Xiyao drew out her long sword. She struck that blow and avoided being split in half.
"boom!"
At this time, Zhao Xiyao and Murong Qingxue were both injured and fell from the sky.
Several other senior sisters immediately supported them.
"You can withstand one of our blows even if you are in the realm of transcending tribulation. You are indeed very strong. Your skills and magical powers must not be ordinary, right?" Lei Dong asked with a sneer as he looked at the crowd.
"I will give you a chance now. If you hand over your magical powers, I will consider sparing your lives!" The Holy Son of the Thunder Clan sneered.
"Oh, by the way, you guys are pretty good-looking. You humble monkeys, as long as you hand over your skills, I don't mind taking you as slaves!"
"Wishful thinking!" Senior Sister Xu Qiuya said coldly.
"Oh, really?" The Holy Son of Thunder Clan sneered.
"Why talk nonsense to them, they are just a bunch of pigs, kill them all!" The Golden Scaled Saint said coldly.
I saw endless divine light erupting from the body of the Golden Scale Saint.
Suddenly, the heaven and earth shook, and the whole world seemed like the sky was shattering and the earth was sinking. Endless mist filled the air, vast divine power surged, and this place was boiling!
The battlefield in the sky trembled, endless symbols flew up, illuminated the void, and were imprinted on every inch of space. Ancient heroes appeared, whimpering, as if they were resonating.
"boom"
A secret power surged out of the chest of the golden-scaled Saint Son, nourishing the entire body. His aura instantly surged, almost tearing the world apart.
He immediately attacked everyone.
Bang——
At this moment, they suddenly heard the beating of their hearts.
It's like a heartbeat.
The whole world seemed to be moving.
Bang——
Just the beating of this heart can shock the whole world.
Between heaven and earth, a powerful force burst out.
Rumble——
The whole earth was shaking and trembling.
Between heaven and earth, an extremely powerful pressure suddenly erupted.
That pressure was like the birth of an extremely powerful god, so powerful that people couldn't help but worship him.
"What's this?"
"How could there be such a strong pressure?" The Golden Scale Saint was shocked. He looked at everything in front of him in shock and couldn't believe it at all.
The Holy Son of the Thunder Clan was also extremely shocked.
Rolling pressure fell from the sky, seeming to crush them.
The entire world is immersed in endless power.
At this time, they only saw that a pagoda in front of them slowly opened, and a golden light fell from the sky and shone on the pagoda.
In the pagoda, a figure in white walked out step by step.
"That's...Xiaochen is out of seclusion!" The senior sister immediately said in surprise.
All the senior sisters immediately looked in the direction of the tower.
"Has the master finally come out of seclusion?" The two attendants also looked at the figure.
The Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe and the Holy Son of the Golden Scale were shocked.
"Who is he? How can he have such strong pressure?"
"What realm is he in? The divine realm, the divine pattern realm, or... higher?"
Both the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan and the Holy Son of the Golden Scale, both looked ashen at this moment.
They watched the people in the tower walking towards them step by step, and an extremely powerful pressure fell on them.
This man is really too powerful.
The aura alone can scare them.
"Is he a person from the upper world?"
"Is he a friend or an enemy?"
The golden light gradually dissipated, and Ye Chen's face was slowly revealed.
"Senior, I have no intention of offending you. I just want to punish some of these low-level monkeys. If there is any offense, please forgive me!" The Golden Scale Saint immediately knelt in front of the figure in white.
Such a powerful person can only come from the upper world.
"Senior, this junior belongs to the Golden Scale clan..."
Before he finished speaking, he heard the words coming from the throat of the white-clothed figure.
"Hurt my wife and die!"
Suddenly, the white-clothed figure waved his hand, and a ray of golden light struck towards the golden-scaled Holy Son.
The Golden Scale Saint looked at the golden light in great shock. He could not move, avoid or dodge at all. He could only let the golden light cover his body.
"No--"
"I don't want to die yet—"
I saw the Golden Scale Holy Son shouting, and his body was constantly annihilated in the endless golden light and dissipated in this world.
With just a wave of his hand, he killed a master who had left the realm.
The Holy Son of the Thunder Clan was shocked when he saw this scene.
He quickly ran away.
When he escaped, he carried the power of thunder and lightning very fast, flying thousands of meters away in an instant.
"Lefa?"
"Want to escape?"
The figure in white said calmly.
He looked at the Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe who wanted to escape far away. As his eyes opened and closed, lightning penetrated the sky, like a mountain collapsing, like a vast ocean hitting the sky, the sound was astonishing.
"Let me try my own Thunder Avenue too!"
The figure in white has a menacing gaze. Every inch of skin spurted out runes, evolving into lightning, burning like flames.
Click!
This sound of thunder made everyone's ears buzz, the heaven and earth rioted, thunder rushed into the sky, and this secret realm was shaking.
Suddenly, in the sky, the divine light surged, the runes condensed, a thunder hammer was constructed, and it crashed down!
In an instant, lightning flashed across the sky, everywhere in the sky and on the ground, boundless.
A five-color thunder and lightning exploded, and the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan was wrapped in colorful light. It was the ultimate killing move of Thunder Mystery, and he immediately flew out.
That kind of speed is dozens of times faster than the Holy Son of Thunder Clan.
The huge thunder and lightning gathered Mjolnir instantly caught up with the Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe and smashed it down from the sky.
boom--
There was a loud bang.
I saw tens of thousands of feet of thunder instantly hitting the body of the Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe.
Bang——
There was an explosion.
The Holy Son of the Thunder Tribe fell from the sky in an instant.
He never dreamed that people from the Thunder Clan would be suppressed by the power of thunder and lightning!
At this moment, Ye Chen's seven senior sisters looked at Ye Chen with great joy in their hearts.
"Xiaochen, you are out of seclusion!"
The senior sisters were very happy.
This figure in white is none other than Ye Chen, who is in seclusion.
Ye Chen came to the front of several senior sisters.
"Qingxue, Xiyao, are you all injured?" Ye Chen immediately came to Murong Qingxue and Zhao Xiyao.
Although Ye Chen was in the tower, he could sense what was happening outside.
However, at that time, he was in the process of impacting the divine realm, so he did not come out immediately.
"It's a small injury, it's not a problem!" Murong Qingxue said.
Ye Chen immediately held the hands of the two of them and used the Changchun Recovery Technique to treat their injuries.
At this moment, in the sky, two thunderbolts flew towards Ye Chen and the others, carrying the dying Holy Son of the Thunder Clan.
Ye Chen didn't kill the Holy Son of the Thunder Clan instantly. It wasn't because he couldn't do it, but he still had some things to ask him.
The Holy Son of the Thunder Clan was held in front of Ye Chen. At this time, Murong Qingxue and Zhao Xiyao had almost recovered from their injuries.
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