My Sister is Tianzun

Back to Taolin, it was really empty.

Damn it!

Chen Ze was so angry that he blasted out a punch, smashing the beautiful Taolin, and the petals of the peaches were flying.

"Endless, don't let me find you!"

Chen Ze clenched his fists and left here.

The current Wushu is not Chen Ze's opponent at all. It can be said that his pastoralist was injured by Wanwan's encounter before harvesting, which was delayed for a long time.

Chen Ze now only worried about Yi and Taichu and they, after all, left their own small world and entered the God Realm. If Taichu started to harvest creatures, they would have no escape.

He flew all the way, and began to search everywhere for the whereabouts of Taichu. But the holy yang world is so vast, it is too difficult to find someone in the vast crowd.

One year...

Two years...

It's another ten years in a blink of an eye.

The fact that the Three Sects and Four Sacred Mountains were destroyed again was not driven to extinction. But the high-levels are challenged, die dead, and discarded. It is impossible to keep their position.

This is also why the people of Shengyang Realm changed their complexion greatly after mentioning the monks outside the territory. At the beginning, so many people wanted to put Chen Ze to death. Because the appearance of these people is indeed a catastrophe for the Xiu World, the upper sect is always the target of attacks, and the forces of the Sheng Yang World will be reshuffled after the end.

But Chen Ze didn't think there was anything. Sheng Yangjie put it bluntly as the small world of other people's trials. The monks here are just trial opponents raised by others.

Hum!

At this time, Chen Ze's jade slip shook, and he took it out to see that it was sent by Mo Lin.

Xiaoli faction is in danger!

Chen Ze didn't dare to neglect when he saw it, so he turned back directly.

He teleported all the way, even if the distance was farther, he could rush back as soon as possible.

An hour later, Chen Ze arrived at the resident of Xiaoli faction, where it had been beaten up since the gate of the mountain.

There was also the sound of fighting inside.

Energy fluctuations kept coming, and Chen Ze stepped inside.

There are stumps and arms everywhere, and blood has stained almost every inch of the ground.

There are tens of thousands of people in a group, wearing clothes of different colors. At this time, they surrounded the people from the Xiaoli School, and the few old men headed by them were gray-haired, but with very vigorous auras, and they also had the cultivation level of the Taoist realm.

There are not a few strong people in the holy yang realm, but the three religions and four sacred mountains are too dazzling, which will cause them to be unknown.

For example, Qilin Mountain, where Mo Lin was born, and Shang Yangzong, who was born as an ancient sister, have several monks in the realm of Taoism.

The arrival of Chen Ze did not attract the attention of these people, after all, there were too many people here.

He didn't enter the crowd, and heard an old man in front say: "Sect Master, today our four factions join hands, you can't keep that treasure. If you hand it over, we may still be able to go around you and not die."

The disciples in front of Xiaoli faction were all stained with blood, but they were all awe-inspiring to fight.

Wanwan's cultivation base was restored to the Bone Refining Realm, and there was still some distance from entering the Source Realm, and it was guarded by Gu Nongying and others.

"I have never seen such shameless people like you. The treasure was snatched by my disciples and has been brought back to the sect. It is shameful that you have to gather so many people to besiege." Wanwan said.

"Haha..." Another old man in the realm of Taoism laughed wildly, "So what? Your little sect suddenly appeared and took a lot of land from us, causing our brain drain. Even without this treasure, how can we stay? Are you long there?"

"Everyone, it's useless to say more. Today, Xiaoli faction is destroyed and we have divided up their territories."

As soon as these people waved their hands, all the tens of thousands of disciples showed up and were about to start their hands.

Hum!

Chen Ze moved in the crowd, and the majestic aura rolled over. The disciple near him was suppressed and fell directly to the ground in a coma, and the weaker ones even bleed to death.

"Who?"

Those masters turned their heads and looked, Chen Ze blasted out with a palm, and his stern palm swept across, completely covering these people.

They quickly joined forces to resist, barely blocking it.

But everyone's blood is boiling, and the fresh blood pressure can't help it.

"So strong! Your Excellency also came for the treasure?" an old man asked.

Chen Ze walked along without saying a word.

He was suffocating in his heart when he couldn't find Wuzhu. At this time, some people dared to come to find fault, how could Chen Ze endure it.

boom!

With another punch, these elders in the realm of Taoism changed their expressions.

They used their own means, either withdrawing from the attack range, or directly slamming directly, and they were no longer as united as before.

After all, he had just withstood Chen Ze's blow and understood that the opponent's combat power was too strong.

puff!

One of them seemed to look at his own defenses high, and Chen Ze directly hammered his body. A soul wanted to escape, but Chen Ze waved his claws directly.

The few surviving people had lingering fears, and one shouted: "Are you from outside the territory? Damn, you didn't even leave!"

Chen Ze finally said: "A person from outside the territory? It's just a native chicken. The little Li faction is the Litian Sacred Religion! Are you just talking about the Three Sects and Four Sacred Mountains?"

"Litian Shengjiao? How could it be possible! Litian Shengjiao has been destroyed!" No one believed.

"If a person is alive, the Litian Shengjiao will last forever." Chen Ze no longer wants to keep a low profile, he wants to deal with the matter of Shengyangjie as soon as possible. Now it seemed that Wushang had escaped from the Saint Yang Realm, and he had to look for it.

Even if the hope is slim, he must be found.

boom!

With another punch, another person was unbearable to attack and died.

Everyone couldn't help it now, and began to flee in all directions.

Chen Ze did not continue chasing, standing still and throwing his fists in all directions, whoever was unlucky would die.

In this battle, there were more than two thousand people killed by him, and he really turned this place into a sea of ​​corpses.

Finally, Chen Ze shouted domineeringly: "Tell me a word, I'm still Chen Ze, so if you are brave enough, go to the old place of Litian Shengjiao to find me!"

Chen Ze, he turned out to be Chen Ze!

Everyone was frightened.

People outside the territories are indeed daunting, but the people at the bottom of them don't know it very well. However, Chen Ze was so famous in the world of Shengyang. He fought alone against the six chiefs, but he killed four and abolished one. The remaining Nan Mutian was able to survive only through negotiation of conditions.

Later, people from outside the territories brought disasters to the holy yang realm. He chased the other side and killed a group of people alone.

It was rumored a hundred years ago that he was beheaded, but no one thought that Chen Ze was not dead!

The people here at Xiaoli sent a little startled to see Chen Ze being so hostile.

Xun Siyu stepped forward, "Chen Ze, are you okay."

"fine."

Chen Ze took a deep breath and suppressed the killing in his heart without losing his mind.

"Old Chen, are you planning to do something like this?" Mo Lin looked very excited.

"nature!"

Chen Ze said, "From today, the Litian Sacred Religion will be re-established. I want to see, who else dares to make a mistake!"

With a big wave of his hand, the many disciples of Xiaoli faction were all dumbfounded.

They thought they were just a small sect, but they didn't expect it to be the Litian Sacred Sect, one of the Three Sects and Four Sacred Mountains.

If it is left in the past, even the junior geniuses entering the source realm will have only five qualifications in the end.

Three months later.

Looking at the ruins of the devastated mountains, I knelt on the ground all night and knocked three heads, and finally said tremblingly: "Leave the heavens, we are back!"