Peerless Sword God

"He can't save you."

Lin Chen stepped onto the stairs with a vast scroll of Buddha's light, activated the four Buddha seals, evolved into the Fudo Myoyo, the Buddhist Vajra and the Buddhist Lion Dharmakaya, and went up to kill them.

The entire staircase was filled with Buddha's power, and Thunderclaw Peng Sheng, who was supporting King Qingpeng, was the first to bear the brunt. His feet were tied by the rope on King Fudo's left hand, and he was unable to move forward.

Fudo Myooh raised the sharp sword in his right hand and slashed it down. There was a pop, divine blood splashed everywhere, the head of the Thunderclaw Peng Sage flew up, and the headless divine body fell down.

"Third Elder..." King Qingpeng's eyes were horrified, his chapped mouth slightly opened, his whole body trembled, he turned around and ran to the second floor of Zhetian Temple, paying no attention to Thunderclaw Peng Sheng.

Lin Chen saw this and said: "Thunderclaw Peng Sheng, have you seen it? You are willing to save him, but he may not be willing to save you."

Saint Thunder Claw Peng said with red eyes: "Boy, the young patriarch has tried his best. I don't blame him, I just wish I couldn't kill you."

After that, he looked at the fallen divine body, gritted his teeth and shouted out the word "explosion".

Boom!

His headless body exploded and turned into a violent thunder storm, rolling towards Lin Chen mercilessly.

"There's no point in blowing yourself up."

Lin Chen activated the Robe of Life, and then used the Body of Life. He clenched his fists with both hands and smashed them out, directly blasting the thunder storm and taking the head of Thunderclaw Peng Sheng.

The self-destruction of the divine body by the Sixth Tribulation Holy God could indeed hurt him, but that was before the fourth Holy Tribulation, and now he was not afraid of it at all.

Even leaving aside the increase in strength, the defense of the Robe of Life and the Body of Life is enough to disdain the Holy God of Six Tribulations and overwhelm the Holy God of Seven Tribulations.

Thunder Claw Roc Sheng was completely stunned, or was frightened, and said incoherently: "How is it possible? Why can't I hurt you kid even if I self-destruct my divine body?"

Seeing Lin Chen's bright white fist, he just reacted, looked desperately and said "no", and was punched by Lin Chen.

Red blood and white brains splashed out, dyeing the stairs bright red, but they were quickly swept away by the Buddha's light and turned into nothing. Even his energy and spirit were destroyed.

"Third brother, third brother."

When the three elders who were blocked outside the temple saw this scene, they cried out in grief, and tears flowed from their wrinkled eyes.

"What? Did he really kill the Thunderclaw Roc?"

Several Six Tribulations Holy Gods from the giants and dwarves were shocked and looked at Lin Chen's back in astonishment. Is this lunatic going to fight the Tianpeng clan until death?

Fenggu Spear Saint and Mingkong Saint were also stunned on the spot, and said in a trembling voice: "It's a disaster. Since ancient times, almost no elders of the Tianpeng clan have been killed. Thunderclaw Saint is probably the first one. If Demon Saint Tianpeng knew about it, he would have to kill Mr. Tianjian.”

But killing Thunderclaw Peng Sheng was like an insignificant thing to Lin Chen, and his expression did not change at all.

Uh-huh!

Raising his hand to put away Thunderclaw Peng Sheng's storage ring, Lin Chen followed the stairs and chased the escaping Qingpeng King. At the same time, he said: "Thunderclaw Peng Sheng is dead, it's your turn."

"The third elder is dead?"

King Qingpeng, who had just entered the second floor of Zhetian Temple, heard Lin Chen's words. His legs stiffened immediately, with a look of fear in his eyes, and he shouted sternly: "Boy, you are dead, you are dead. , my father will not let it go..."

Lin Chen interrupted him and said, "It's your turn soon, so why do you need to talk nonsense?"

The Batu Sutra once again launched a spiritual and belief attack on him, and the sword of spirit and will followed closely, making King Qingpeng's spiritual world filled with Buddha's light and sword light.

It hurts...

King Qingpeng felt that his head was about to explode. His face was sometimes white and sometimes flushed, and his face was covered with veins. His eyes were red and blood-red, and he was extremely uncomfortable.

But he did not give up, gritted his teeth, and triggered the Tianpeng bloodline to fight back. A large roc soared out of the spiritual world and grabbed the ancient Buddha, the sword of spirit and will.

However, Lin Chen took advantage of the situation and approached, stepped on the last step to the second level, locked his eyes on his trembling figure, and punched decisively.

King Qingpeng's eyes showed a horrified light, and he hurriedly grabbed the Qinghuang Spear and placed it in front of him, with void and thunder runes intertwined.

Bang!

Lin Chen struck with a punch, and the void and thunder runes collapsed. He hit the Qinghuang Spear and flew backwards along with the Qingpeng King, spurting out blood and energy.

When he fell to the ground, there was a heavy muffled sound on the entire second floor. The jade tables and chairs in the east exploded, the standing cabinets in the west collapsed, and the murals on the walls were reduced to ashes.

Under such destruction, no treasures were left on the entire second floor. They had obviously been taken away by Demon Saint Tianpeng or Holy Lord Ten Thousand Tribulations.

King Qingpeng fell to the ground and huddled together with a face full of pain, blood overflowing from his mouth, and his bright red lips trembled: "Father, father, come and save me."

Lin Chen looked at him and said, "Take me to see your father. I can spare your life for the time being."

This Shoutian Temple is too big, with more than two floors. It is not easy to find Tianpeng Medicine Saint. The key is to let him refine the Shoutian Temple, which is a big threat to Lin Chen.

With a cold light flashing in his eyes, Lin Chen raised his hand and took the Qinghuang Spear that fell not far away from King Qingpeng. He released his spiritual power and forcibly erased the mental imprint left by King Qingpeng.

"Give me back my Qinghuang Spear..."

King Qingpeng was proud of his spear skills and regarded the Qinghuang Spear as the other half of his life. Seeing that it was taken away by Lin Chen, he was extremely resentful. He struggled to get up and stretched out his blood-stained palm, trying to take it back.

"It's mine now."

Lin Chen casually put the Qinghuang Spear into the storage ring, then pushed out his right fist, breaking the Qingpeng King's hand, breaking his five fingers, and flowing out pale golden divine blood.

Obviously, his bloodline is stronger than that of Thunder Claw Peng Sheng and has evolved into Golden Winged Peng. Unfortunately, he has no power to fight back against Lin Chen.

At this moment, several old and angry voices came from the stairs leading to the third floor: "Stop, kid, let go of the young clan leader."

The four great elders of the Tianpeng clan flew down quickly, staring at Lin Chen with shock and anger, holding their life-defining magic weapons, wanting to attack but holding back.

Lin Chen pretended not to hear, grabbed the neck of King Qingpeng, lifted him up in the air, and then looked at the four great elders of the Tianpeng clan and said: "If you want me not to kill him, you can, take me to see the Tianpeng Demon Saint."

"You... OK."

The four great elders of the Tianpeng clan looked hateful, but for the safety of King Qingpeng, they could only compromise and said: "You want to find the clan leader, we will help you, come with us."

"No need to talk nonsense, just lead the way." Lin Chen said bluntly.

"Boy, if the young clan leader is killed, you will not be able to leave alive today."

The four great elders of the Tianpeng clan suppressed their anger and murderous intent, turned around and walked up the stairs, leading the way.

Lin Chen pinched the neck of the Green Peng King and walked behind him calmly.

But when he came to the third floor, he did not see the figures of the Tianpeng Demon Saint, the Wanjie Saint Lord, the Holy Light Lord and others. Instead, it was a mess. Obviously, a great battle had taken place here.

Lin Chen glanced and saw six elders from various clans healing in the corner. Their divine bodies collapsed and they were seriously injured. The wounds were overflowing with wisps of evil black gas.

"God-devouring Qi?"

Lin Chen was stunned, and his eyes showed doubt.

Is there a God-devouring clan in this Zhatian Temple?