Start The Game With 3,000 Martial Saints And Jump To The Supreme God

At the Zishu tribe, the bronze chariot slowly landed in a mountain.

Nezha sat beside the bronze chariot, meditating with his eyes closed. Meanwhile, Guo Jing, Huang Rong and the others were chatting happily on the sidelines.

Sitting in the chariot, Chen Fan looked at the altitude returning to normal, and muttered to himself: "Why haven't you come here yet, this god son of the Sky-Tuning Mouse Clan is dead and still so calm.

Chen Fan shook his head, and began to think about what to do next.

Now the Sky-Swallowing Rat Clan seems to have forgotten their Son of God.

What Chen Fan didn't know was that when Wu Tunye died, Wu Zun, the patriarch of the Tuntian Mouse Clan, immediately suspected other ancient royal families and the Supreme God Sect of mankind.

He didn't take Beihuang Demon Haizong to heart at all.

"Since you don't come, then I'll send it to the door myself!" A wicked smile appeared on Chen Fan's face.

"On the second day of the junior high school, prepare to set off for the Sky Swallowing Rat Clan!" Chen Fan's voice came from inside the chariot.

"Yes." The second day of junior high school nodded, and the others gathered around, ready to go.

"Master Shengzi, a group of people are rushing here." At this moment, Nezha suddenly opened his eyes, and two divine lights flashed through his eyes.

But Dongfang Bubai and others looked at Nezha in puzzlement, why didn't they sense it.

"Has it finally come?" Chen Fan stepped out of the chariot and asked, "Nezha, what is the strength of the person who came?".

"Using the Realm division of this world, there are two peak Holy Masters and more than a dozen junior cultivators of 107 Holy Masters." Nezha said lightly.

At this time, Dongfang Bubai Guo Jing and the others' complexions changed, and they also sensed that a wave of cultivator was coming.

"Is there no Quasi Emperor?" Chen Fan asked.

"No." Nezha replied.

A trace of disappointment appeared on Chen Fan's face. It seemed that Quasi Emperor would not be able to make a move without killing the Tuntian Rat Clan.

"Kill! Not one left." Chen Fan said directly, then turned and returned to the chariot.

"Brother, you've been here for a long time, when are we leaving?" Qing Lingzi ran up to Chen Fan and asked coquettishly.

"Right away, right away." Chen Fan patted Qing Lingzi's head and comforted him.

"Okay." Qing Lingzi pouted and said.

"Uncle Jing, let us take action later." Yang Guo, Zhang Wuji and others said excitedly.

They still don't know how strong they are.

"Yes." Guo Jing smiled, and then looked at Dongfang Bubai.

Dongfang Bubaixiu nodded with a smile on his face, and said, "Yes."

"Brother Nezha, do you want to make a move?" Guo Jing looked at Nezha who was sitting beside him, full of apprehension.

It can be seen from just now that this Nezha is probably much stronger than them.

"I'm not interested in them at all, you can deal with them." Nezha said lightly.

No matter what he said, he was also the prominent general of Wei Ling who commanded the heavenly soldiers and generals, and he was the top existence in the mythical world.

Only Quasi Emperor Power is worthy of him in this Fantasy world.

"Okay." Yang Guo, Zhang Wuji and others said respectfully.

While they were talking, Wu Chen led the Tuntian Mouse Clan and others to finally appear in the sky above the Great Hall of the Purple Mouse Clan.

Wu Chen looked down, and instantly found the corpses of the entire Purple Rat Clan, and a headless giant rat on a mountain peak.

An instant grief appeared on Wu Chen's face, and his figure flashed beside the giant rat's corpse.

"Ye'er!" Wu Chen cried out in pain, he had already recognized that the headless corpse was Tan Tunye.

"Patriarch, there are still people over there." A member of the Tuntianshu tribe came to Wu Chen and whispered, his eyes fell on another mountain peak.

"Go! Let's go and have a look." Wu Chen put away Wu Tunye's body, a trace of ferocity flashed in his eyes.

Everyone came to the sky above the bronze chariot. Wu Chen looked down at Guo Jing and the others and asked coldly, "Who are you (cjfb)? Why are you here?".

"You don't need to ask, we killed the god sons and Elders of your clan." Yang Guo stood up, looked at the crowd in the sky and said directly.

The tone is simple and clear.

"Hehehehe, hahahaha!" A morbid smile appeared on Wu Chen's face, and then he fell into a gloomy moment.

"Don't you all know that Wu Tunye is the god son of our Tuntian Mouse Clan? Are you not afraid of being wiped out by my Tuntian Mouse Clan!"

"That's a lot of nonsense, I'm not only going to kill your son of god, I'm going to kill your clan of swallowing mice!" Yang Guo's domineering face showed a fighting spirit and stopped talking, holding the giant sword behind his hand to kill high in the sky .

Xiao Longnv, Zhang Wuji and others rushed to the sky with fighting spirit!

"Looking for death!" Wu Chen roared angrily, stretched out his claws and grabbed Yang Guo and the others.

The rest of the Tuntian Mouse Clan behind them also hit Yang Guo and the others one after another.

"Drink!" Yang Guo held the huge sword in his left hand, and slashed down from high above, a shocking Sword intent instantly crushed the attack of Wu Chen and others.

"Leave the two Holy Master peaks to me and Brother Wuji, auntie, you deal with the others." Yang Guo and Zhang Wuji's aura erupted, and a wave of Holy Master's peak aura flooded out.

"Okay!" Xiaolongnv, Zhao Min, and Huang Rong also had the Holy Lord Realm pouring out from their bodies.

"Everyone, be careful! These people have unknown origins!" Wu Chen's eyes narrowed, his face full of solemnity.

"Kill!" Yang Guo and Zhang Wuji didn't care about these things, and directly killed Wu Chen and another clansman who was at the peak of the Holy Master of the Swallowing Rat Clan.

The sky was filled with black mist, and Wu Chen and the others directly transformed into their bodies without any carelessness.

Dozens of pairs of faint green eyes flashed in the black mist, and ten hundred-meter-large black giant rats came out of the black mist.

The pitch-black skin is covered with sharp blade-like hairs, and the mouth on the head gushes out bursts of disgusting black mist, and even the air makes the sound of being corroded when it comes into contact with the black mist.

"Squeak!"

Wu Chen raised his head and roared, and then the entire bodies of the giant rats turned into a black lightning bolt and rushed towards Yang Guo and the others, and the black mist wrapped their bodies.

"Hmph! It's just a trick!" Yang Guo and Zhang Wuji sneered.

Yang Guo retracted the giant sword into its scabbard, and struck Wu Chen with the palm of his hand, a water-like 100-meter palm print appeared, bombarding Wu Chen's body with an unstoppable force.

This is Yang Guo's self-created Depression Palm, in the world of martial arts, this palm is no weaker than Guo Jing's Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms.

Now that Yang Guo's strength has increased hundreds of times, the power of this palm far surpasses many supernatural powers.

There was a loud bang, Wu Chen's face showed a trace of pain, and he retreated hundreds of meters before he stopped.

At the place where he was just hit, blood appeared from under Wu Chen's pitch-black skin, staining his body red.

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