"Don't worry, I won't let him go!"

Jiang's eyes were fixed on the most magnificent and tallest palace-like fortress in the center of the academy.

In this fortress, there are layers of talisman formations carved on the stone pillars of the walls. The mana fluctuations are very strong, and the decoration is also relatively luxurious. It is not as simple and natural as other fortresses. It is obvious that a big shot lives in it.

.

We can be sure that he is the son of God who has half-stepped into becoming a god.

Jiang stepped into the air and flew towards the fortress seemingly slowly but really quickly.

The remaining Nascent Soul Golden Pills were not enough for the Purple Gold True Dragon, and Jiang was too lazy to kill any more.

"In the Xiabei Han Sect's divine son, Chen Long. Jiang Taichu, you are endowed with extraordinary talents and amazing talents. My sect's eldest son, Han Ming, cherishes talents the most. If you are willing to surrender, I am willing to introduce you. I promise not to punish you for today's crime!

"

The Son of God in the fortress noticed the suppression of Jiang's aura and immediately sent out a voice of divine consciousness.

"Haha, I'm here to kill people! I'm not here to be your lackey of Beihan Sect!"

Jiang sneered and refused, approaching at an unhurried pace.

"Are you worried that I will break my promise and Han Mingzong will punish you?"

Divine Son Chenlong assured, with a hint of disdain in his tone: "These earth monks you killed are just puppets we cultivated. They are like ants and not worth mentioning! If you kill them, they will be killed. Zongzi Han Ming will not care about them at all.

Dead or alive!"

"Who is the eldest son of Han Ming? In my eyes, Jiang Taichu, he is worse than a dog!"

Jiang dismissed it and said coldly: "Stop talking nonsense. Today, I will kill you to avenge the tragic death of Taoist Qingmu and the monks of Langya!"

"Jiang Taichu, how dare you disrespect the eldest son Han Ming!"

The Son of God Chenlong roared angrily, with a chilling murderous intent.

In his mind, Han Ming Zongzi's holy son turned into a god, with extremely beautiful talents, unparalleled understanding and wisdom. He was really like a sacred immortal Buddha. He had seen Han Ming's son go on an expedition to star fields, push across the star seas, and massacre ordinary people.

Transforming into a spirit is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables. Talking and laughing can lead to no harm.

Both the masters of the Divine Sect and the masters of the Star Territory were all courteous to him and did not dare to offend him easily. Even in the entire Kaiyang Galaxy and even the Beidou Star Territory, Han Ming's eldest son had a pivotal position.

This guy, a mere monk from a remote planet, dared to be disrespectful to Han Ming, and he deserved to be stabbed a thousand times.

Even if he is the first person on earth, so what!

In the vast Beidou Star Territory, he has seen many such talents, and has even killed many.

"Jiang Taichu, what kind of role do you think you are, and you are trying to kill me?"

Chenlong shouted loudly and exuded power.

Rumble!

The ground trembled, and the mighty power of the quasi-god king struck towards Jiang. For a moment, the earth's energy boiled like the sea, the true energy was like a stormy wave crashing on the shore, the waves stopped the flying boat, and the various laws were extremely solid and vast.

Suddenly, the disciples of Langya Academy who were chasing after them stopped and flew backwards like sawdust. Many of them were pressed to the ground, and their bones were making noises. It seemed that they would be crushed in the next moment.

Like meat.

"Is this the power of half-step transformation into a god?"

"No wonder Taoist Priest Qingmu was beaten to death by his palm!"

Countless people were shocked.

This son of Chenlong God was so secretive that they had never met each other, let alone fought against him.

They never expected that a quasi-god king would be so terrifying as Ru Chubu. Many Langya disciples who were originally full of confidence in Jiang suddenly felt uneasy and worried about Jiang.

"Senior Taichu, will he be his opponent?"

At that moment, everyone stopped. Including Chenlong's men, they all looked at Sora and the two men.

Because they know that the two people in the sky who really decide their fate are them.

If either side wins, how can the followers of the other side escape the killing?

Just kill it casually.

"Jiang Taichu, you deserve to die!"

Boom!

Chenlong stepped on an ice and snow chariot and rushed out of the palace.

He was wearing dark iron heavy armor, and the laws of ice and snow were lingering all over his body. It was covered with ice and snow, which was very cold and froze through the space. The ice and snow chariot was like an ice sculpture, densely covered with various patterns, and consisted of four ice and snow giant bears that had already transformed into the Nascent Soul stage.

Pull.

Every word Chen Long said shook the void, freezing the space, causing the mountain peaks to crack. All kinds of green vegetation instantly covered the ice crystals, losing their vitality, like ice sculptures. Countless Langya disciples were shocked, if not for the Purple Gold True Dragon in an instant

Put up a shield to protect them, everyone will fall.

"horrible!"

"Brother Beidou is indeed very strong. Will Senior Taichu be his opponent?"

Many people are hesitant.

Duguxiao was even more worried about Jiang, and even Zhang Yilin was not calm.

After all, the people Jiang killed before were all puppets of the Northern Han Sect, who were still earth monks, but Chen Long was already a real monk of the Northern Han Sect.

"Chenlong, not only you deserve to die, but the Beihan Sect behind you deserves to die even more!"

The murderous intention gradually released from Jiang's body, shooting straight into the sky like smoke, shaking the bullfighting, and his voice was as cold as the cold wind blowing from the depths of hell:

"I will wipe out all the invaders of the Northern Han Sect, and bloodbath the outside of the territory. There is even one. I will kill your home base, the Beidou Star Territory, and the Kaiyang Galaxy, flatten the Northern Han Sect, and uproot the roots of your Northern Han Sect! Even!

, everyone related to this invasion will be killed!"

"What a courage!"

Chenlong was furious.

He never thought that such words would come from the mouth of an earth monk.

The Northern Han Sect is so powerful. It has so many talented people under its command. Their gods are like a forest, and their Nascent Souls are like rain. All of them are high-level gods and souls. They are the first of the ten divine sects in the Kaiyang Galaxy. They even dominate the entire Beidou Star Territory.

matchless.

And Jiang actually claimed that he wanted to destroy the Beihan Sect. How arrogant, how arrogant and domineering!

"Okay, okay! Originally, the Beihan Sect had adopted a gentle strategy and could not easily kill the human race on earth. Now, the earth will pay the price of blood for your words. After I kill you, your Qingzong, your old friends

My friends, I will kill them all!"

After Chen Long said coldly, he thrust his right hand into the void. Suddenly, a spear like beautiful jade and ice crystals appeared in the palm of his empty hand.

This spear was filled with cold air, and the laws of the shape of snowflakes and ice crystals were lingering. Once it appeared, it seemed as if the temperature in the entire cave was going to drop to absolute zero. Everyone felt that it was difficult to move their breath, and even the activities of their spiritual consciousness suddenly stopped, and their thinking was not smooth.

Boom!

He holds a spear and steps on an ice and snow chariot, pulling out a white turbulent stream. The spear penetrates the space and freezes everything. It seems to be able to extinguish all life, making thousands of birds fly away and thousands of people disappearing.

"This is the Bingxin Divine Spear of God Son Chenlong. According to the legend, Son of God Chenlong used this divine spear to kill three monsters with the power to transform into gods outside the territory. Jiang Taichu will definitely die!"

"Yes, I heard that this magic spear is a pinnacle Taoist weapon. It can even be considered a holy weapon! Its power is terrifying to the extreme!"

"Isn't the Chenlong God Son using this spear to bully others? Killing the Transformation God is like killing a chicken. Jiang Taichu is so pitiful, how can he be an enemy?"

When many of the puppet monks of the Northern Han Sect saw this, they felt happy and their spirits were lifted.

Tsk!

The chariot is extremely fast, Chen Long has a ferocious look, his eyes are extremely cold and vicious, and the Bingxin Divine Spear stabs out, destroying everything. It can freeze the space in advance and naturally form a field, making it difficult for the opponent to even move.

"Hmph. You are a frog in the well after all. You don't know the vastness of the earth and the vastness of the universe. So what if you come back safely from the Immortal Ruins? Immortal Ruins? How did the Beidou monks ever take the Immortal Ruins seriously?"

Seeing that the tip of the spear was about to hit Jiang's spiritual fetus, Chen Long thought scornfully in his heart, but he shot without mercy, determined to win.

"Like an ant!"

But at this moment, Jiang reached out with his right hand and grabbed Bing Xin's magic spear. He moved lightly, as if he were picking something out of a bag.

"What? Bingxin Realm, which penetrates the space and soul of the vitality law, why is it useless to him!"

Chenlong's eyes were horrified and full of disbelief, as if Dabai had seen a ghost.

"Die!"

Jiang Xin broke his hand, like cutting off a hemp pole, and directly broke the magic spear into two pieces. Under Chen Long's frightened gaze, he punched Chen Long until blood spurted from his mouth and his chest was sunken.

Soar out.

"This, how is this possible!"

"This is a quasi-sacred soldier. Cut it in half. Do you think it's sugar cane?"

"With one punch, Chenlong Shenzi was knocked away. He was like a rag doll! No, more like a chicken or a dog, vulnerable to a single blow!"

Many of the puppet monks of the Northern Han Sect screamed as if they were dead.
To be continued...