Thunder Martial

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Sensing this strong intention of killing, Zi Chen's expression did not change at all.

The longbow transformed by Potian flew to the front of Zichen.

Zi Chen stepped forward, even if there was a dragon's pool and a tiger's den in the door, he would have to walk through it.

Zi Chen has been to this Tianshen Mansion many times, so he is familiar with it. As soon as he entered the gate of Tianshen Mansion, a powerful attack appeared from a roof and came towards this side.

Zi Chen punched out, and the attack shattered.

At the same time, a feathered arrow flew out and passed over the roof. A being who was clearly a ninth-level existence rolled over and fell, landing with a bang.

Zi Chen's speed did not slow down, and he walked straight to the core hall of Tianshen Mansion.

Swish! Swish! Swish! ...

Three figures appeared in the distance, attacking from three sides.

Zi Chen held the knife and slashed forward, the attack in front of him shattered.

The demon ape and the monk are on the left and the right, protecting Yiqian and Xinlin in the middle.

Peng! Peng! ...

Although the two were at the seventh rank, they were still able to resist the attack of the ninth rank. Among them, the monk resisted the most easily, and the demon ape retreated three steps.

call out! call out! call out!

When the three attacks were destroyed, three feathered arrows flew out and went straight to the three people in the distance.

The arrows passed by, and the three ninth-level people died.

"It's a foreign race!"

Perceiving these ninth-level auras, the butler's expression changed immediately.

Yabu on the side was also shocked by these alien races.

As the leader of this city, he didn't know when these alien races came to this city.

Swish!

Another ninth-level foreign race appeared, but this time before he could launch an attack,

Zi Chen has teleported to appear beside him.

The long knife was unsheathed, and the shining light of the knife streaked across.

puff!

The body of this level nine was split in two.

The spiritual thoughts were released, covering the Tianshen Mansion, and then Zi Chen's figure began to disillusion.

This is the real means of teleportation, showing up in one place after another.

Whenever his figure appeared, a ninth-level person would be killed, and he would not fail at all.

As for those level nine who were too late to kill, they were handed over to Potian.

Zichen is one sword, one arrow is one arrow, and the arrow is never in vain.

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On the main seat of the main hall of the Tianshen Mansion, Kai Meng sat here.

His divine sense was released, and seeing the battle outside, the corners of his eyes would twitch as every ninth-level person died.

This is the ninth level, representing the strongest combat power in this world, and it is so vulnerable in front of Zi Chen.

His hands were also trembling slightly, no longer living up to his previous calmness and calmness.

"Damn it, how could it be so strong."

The huge pressure made him cursing uncontrollably, but he found that his voice was trembling, obviously because he was overly frightened.

"What else can you do?" Camon tried hard to keep calm.

"He is too strong, it seems that we can only negotiate." One of the ninth-level said.

"How to negotiate?" Camon asked.

"This is the legacy of the gods. You are the son of the gods, so naturally you have your share."

"Yes, that's right!"

Kaimeng's eyes lit up, and he said: "I am the son of the gods, even Zichen would not dare to kill me even if he had the guts to do so."

"yes?"

Zi Chen's voice sounded outside the hall.

It was only at this time that Kaimen became aware that many of the nine levels originally arranged outside had been slaughtered.

Dozens of ninth-level people just died like this?

Camon couldn't care less about the heartache, and at this moment his heart was once again occupied by fear.

The opened palace door was suddenly darkened, and someone walked in through the door.

Seeing Zichen, Kaimeng's heart skipped a beat, suppressing the fear in his heart, he shouted: "Bold! Who let you in?"

Zi Chen just glanced at Kaimon, then moved his eyes away, and landed on the two ninth-level people.

"Foreign race?" Zi Chen said in a calm voice.

The expressions of the two changed slightly, and before they could speak, a cold word of death echoed in the hall.

Zi Chen's figure disappeared from the spot, disillusioned twice in this hall, and then stood on the spot again.

The two Ninth Levels standing beside Kaimon, their expressions froze, and their bodies fell down slowly.

"you……"

Kaimen pointed at Zichen, but found his teeth chattering up and down, and he couldn't say anything next.

"This is the Heavenly God Mansion, you let a foreign race enter here, this is a blasphemy against the gods." Zi Chen looked at Kaimeng and said lightly.

But the more flat his voice was, the more terrified Camon felt in his heart.

"You are also the son of the gods. Even if the gods are in chaos, the sons of the gods should have their own pride, but you have been reduced to the point of being a pawn."

Zi Chen shook his head, his eyes were full of disdain, and then his eyes immediately turned cold, and said: "Come out by yourself, I don't want to kill people anymore."

"Sure enough, it's a good method!"

An old voice sounded, and then an old man appeared behind Kaimon.

"Old Ancestor!"

Seeing the old man, Camon quickly got down from the position of the god, and saluted the old man respectfully.

The old man ignored Kaimeng, but looked at Zichen and said, "Old man Qiuji Daomeng, the great elder of the Qiuji family, Zichen, I don't know what you mean by coming to Tianshen Mansion?"

"Drive you two away." Zi Chen said lightly.

A flash of anger flashed in Churchill Daomeng's eyes, and he shouted: "Presumptuous, Meng'er is the son of the gods. This is the mansion of the gods, his home. What right do you have to drive him away?"

Zi Chen didn't get angry at all, and still said lightly: "If you don't leave, you will die!"

"Arrogance, what identity do you want to use to drive us away? Goddess' fiancé?" Churchill Daomeng said sarcastically.

"I don't need any identity, just use my fist."

Zi Chen stretched out his fists and said: "Nowadays the God Realm is in chaos, everything is spoken by fists, my fists are hard enough, this is my reliance. If you leave now, you two can still survive, otherwise, you will eat fist."

"You want to start a war with our Church family?" the old man said angrily.

"War?"

Zichen smiled sarcastically, "A mere Church family is worthy of saying war in front of me? If I want to destroy the Church family, I can do it in an instant. I don't believe that your Church family will have hordes of god kings. "

Now the Temple of Thunder is still floating in the sky above the City of Gods, and the existences that are comparable to god kings flying out of the Temple of Thunder, whether it is the old man or Kaimon, can be clearly seen.

If all these strong men were mobilized, it would not be a problem to destroy the Church family.

The old man also knew the key point, his expression gradually eased at this moment, he was no longer so tough, and said: "As the son of the gods, Kaimon has the right to inherit a part of the gods' army."

Obviously, the old man has seen the situation clearly, and no longer thinks about taking it all alone, but wants to share a piece of it.

Yabu, who was following behind, never heard the words Fragments of the Law of the Gods from the beginning to the end. He already felt that he was deceived by Kai.

And the instigator of all this should be this old man.

"Butler." Zi Chen looked back at the butler.

The housekeeper stepped forward and said: "Follow the command of the God of God, the Goddess Legion will be handed over to Goddess Xinlin!"

After the words were finished, a light flashed in the butler's hand, and a piece of God's Token appeared again. This time, there was the words of the Retro Legion on the Heavenly God's Token, which was not the same as before.