"Who are you?"
Shen Chenfeng suddenly turned around, his blood-filled eyes staring at the golden figure in the sky.
"I am the Heavenly Saint Sect, the Holy Son of Dapeng!"
The Holy Son of Dapeng raised his chin deliberately, his face full of arrogance, and he looked superior to others.
But before he could finish speaking, Shen Chenfeng suddenly stood up, and the demonic energy in his body surged, making him look like an unparalleled demon.
"If it weren't for the Tiansheng Shen Sect, my Wan'er wouldn't have ended up like this."
"I will kill you."
"die!"
Shen Chenfeng roared up to the sky, swirling the demonic energy all over the sky, turning into a big hand holding up the sky, grabbing at the Holy Son of Dapeng.
This palm covers the sky and changes the color of the situation.
The Holy Son of Dapeng became angry with shame, his whole body shone with golden light, and he shouted sternly: "You are in the celestial realm, but you dare to be so presumptuous in front of me, you are seeking death."
"Roc's golden claws, crack them open!"
The Holy Son of Dapeng stretched out his palm, turned into an illusory claw, and fiercely tore the demonic hand apart.
But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, Shen Chenfeng suddenly appeared in front of him, his face was hideous and terrifying, his eyes were filled with murderous intent, and an explosion came from his mouth.
"Tian Sheng Shen Sect, everyone deserves to die!"
Boom!
Shen Chenfeng's violent punch broke through a huge force of four million kilograms, like an angry dragon rising out of the sea, causing billowing waves of air.
Such a terrifying momentum shocked Saint Son Dapeng.
He did not dare to fight Shen Chenfeng head-on. In a flash of his body, he covered ten thousand meters and retreated backwards.
However.
His figure had just flashed out in the 10,000-meter space, and his huge fist, carrying a fierce momentum, had already reached him.
"Tianpeng Zongheng?"
"Haha, you think you're the only one who can do it?"
Shen Chenfeng had a ferocious smile on his face and punched the handsome face of Holy Son Dapeng hard.
"ah!"
The Son of Dapeng let out a shrill scream, his body turned into a black line, and fell straight to the ground, creating a deep pit of several kilometers.
He was lying in the center of the pit, his golden robe was in pieces, his handsome face was completely sunken, and he looked miserable.
"Holy crap, no!"
"This man is so powerful, he is even more powerful than our Heavenly Saint Sect."
"How can this be?"
Seeing this scene, Jin Chihai's heart skipped a beat as he flew from behind.
The Shenzong disciples standing not far away gasped, with an extremely horrified expression on their faces.
"Shen Chenfeng, you bastard, how dare you hurt me!"
The Holy Son of Dapeng pressed his hands on his head, and his sunken face returned to its original shape.
He suddenly rushed out of the pit, his eyes filled with surging anger, two illusory wings stretched out from his back, and he flew towards Shen Chenfeng like a big bird.
But before he had time to show off his power, a cross-shaped sword energy full of coldness, sharpness and domineering slashed towards him crazily.
"Sword Qi!"
"What a strong and sharp swordsmanship."
"It's terrifying that a cultivator in the Celestial Realm can possess such powerful swordsmanship."
On the Conferring God Stage, a group of sanctimonious dead souls wearing black Taoist robes all looked at Shen Chenfeng.
One of them has a peach-shaped face, a graceful woman with bright eyes.
"Today I will not only hurt you, I will also kill you!"
"I want to use the blood of your Heavenly Saint Sect to pay homage to the soul of my Wan'er."
Shen Chenfeng stepped out and fired his sword energy wildly.
The fierce and sharp sword energy seemed to tear the space apart, and a harsh whistling sound was heard.
"You brat, you're talking arrogantly."
The Son of Dapeng's eyes were fierce, his palm turned into an illusory golden claw, and he grabbed hard at the sword energy again.
But he obviously underestimated Shen Chenfeng's strength and the power of Wu Sheng Kendo.
Just hear a click.
That illusory sharp claw was torn apart instantly like tofu. Immediately afterwards, the cross-shaped sword energy flashed crazily and struck the arm of Holy Son Dapeng fiercely.
Stab!
As a harsh sound of gold and iron clashing came out, Holy Son Dapeng screamed, and his entire right hand was cut off by Shen Chenfeng's sword.
"Holy crap, how is this possible?"
"This guy... dares to hurt Holy Son Dapeng?"
"Quick, Holy Son Dapeng is in danger, let's go up quickly to support him."
More than a dozen Shenzong disciples turned pale with fright and rushed towards Shen Chenfeng crazily.
On the other side, the group of dead souls wearing black robes were also extremely shocked.
"Smoke-containing sword, this is my smoke-containing sword."
"This person is a disciple of my Xuantian Sect. Moreover, he has such powerful swordsmanship. If I guessed correctly, he must be a disciple of Zhang Ruoli."
The Yuli woman gave a sweet scolding, her body rose into the sky, and said: "Brothers, what are you waiting for? Why don't you join me in the battle?"
"kill!"
More than a dozen dead souls rose into the sky, completely blocking those Shen Sect disciples in the air.
"Master, what should we do?"
In the Jin family, a majestic soldier asked.
A cold light flashed in Jin Chihai's eyes, and he shouted in a low voice: "That boy is the key to the entire ghost and god underground palace. No matter what the price we pay, we must capture him alive."
"As commanded."
The Jin family members took out their weapons and became murderous.
At this moment, the space shook, and a group of cultivators in black robes fell from the sky.
"Jin Chihai, as long as I'm here, you can't go anywhere today."
Yue Yuanhua landed in front of Jin Chihai, and an extremely powerful aura came out of his body.
"Elder Yue, why are you doing this?"
Jin Chihai looked at Shen Chenfeng, who was arguing endlessly with the Holy Son of Dapeng, and suddenly took a deep breath and said: "Now the key figures in the Ghosts and Gods Underground Palace are in front of us. Why don't we put aside our personal grudges first, capture that kid first, and ask Come out of the formation platform of the Underground Palace of Ghosts and Gods, and let’s divide this treasure together.”
"We, the Sky Splitting Demon Sect, have been fighting with the Xuantian Sect for decades for this relic, and countless masters have died. Do you, the Jin family, want to divide this relic with us just by saying something?"
Yue Yuanhua had a sneer on his face and said in a disdainful voice.
"Elder Yue, even though your Heaven-Splitting Demon Sect is powerful. But with so many masters now and a mysterious Heavenly Saint Sect, are you confident that your Heaven-Splitting Demon Sect can obtain the treasures in this ruins?"
Jin Chihai's face suddenly darkened and he said gloomily.
"No matter whether we can get this ruins or not, we will never let you Jin family get it."
Yue Yuanhua was obviously a little impatient. He waved his big hand, and more than ten Demon Sect elders rushed towards Jin Chihai and the others as if they had been ordered.
"Yue Yuanhua, do you really want to have your own way?"
Jin Chihai was frightened and angry, and forced an elder of the Demon Sect back with a knife, his face full of ferocity.
But before he could finish his voice, he saw countless dead souls with overwhelming demonic energy turning into black lines and flying rapidly from a distance.
"It's a dead soul!"
"Oh no, the Xuantian Sect and the Sky-Splitting Demon Sect had a great battle here. I don't know how many dead souls are still alive today. How could I have forgotten this?"
Jin Chihai panicked and was about to escape.
At this moment, an earth-shaking roar sounded.
"Ignorant child, how dare you hurt me!"
