Chen Tian snorted coldly, and his fist covering the one-yuan heavy water hit out.

The surging power of gods and demons is blessed on the one-yuan heavy water, making the heavy water more powerful.

The face of the evil spirit cultist with a face of the Japanese melon suddenly changed, and he quickly cast a spell to condense a black ferocious evil flower in front of him.

The flower exudes a strong evil spirit throughout the body. You can vaguely hear screams as the branches are waving. It is obviously not a serious spell.

Chen Tian could clearly feel the evil and weirdness of this black flower-shaped spell.

But he didn't care, because absolute power could crush everything.

Chen Tian's fist was not blocked by this evil flower spell, but directly shattered the evil flower into pieces.

Immediately afterwards, his fist smashed the cult's chest with an unstoppable force and suddenly drove it dozens of feet away.

The power of a punch is so terrifying!

The cultists in the entire valley were a little stunned.

"Good boy, I underestimate you," said the Lord of the Blood Robe Palace, smiling, "You just called yourself the Holy Son?"

"Now there are only two holy places in this ancient battlefield, Yaochi and Shenxiao, and there is no holy son in the Yaochi Holy Land, so you are the Holy Lord Shenxiao Chen Tian?"

The Blood Robe Palace Master looked at Chen Tian and couldn't help but applaud: "It is said that the Saint Son of Shenxiao Chen Tian is not only talented and courageous, but also has a face that can make the Saint Fairy crazy."

"I originally didn't believe it, but now when I see you, I believe it."

"Chen Tian, ​​your appearance is not below me when I was young."

Quiet.

The whole canyon was quiet.

The black-robed deacons all looked at the Blood-robed Palace Master with strange eyes.

As for Chen Tian, ​​he retreated quietly and retreated out of the valley.

The Blood Robe Palace Master said calmly: "Hehe, don't think about escaping, you won't have any chance. Chen Tian, ​​how about we make a deal?"

Chen Tian was slightly stunned: "Trade? What kind of transaction?"

The Lord of the Blood Robe Palace smiled on his face: "I hope you can join this sect. If you want, I can personally accept you as my disciple."

"With your talent, luck and appearance, and with our teachings, it will not be difficult to become the supreme sanctum of this sect in the future."

"You must know that the Holy Sons of this religion have greater power than those Holy Sons of the Holy Land. Just think about it!"

The evil spirit religion wants to bring my holy son into the religion?

Chen Tian was completely confused. Does this saint son look like a criminal?

"Thank you for your kindness, but Chen is afraid he will not be blessed to save it. Chen has confiscated his clothes in the fairy town, so he said goodbye."

After saying that, Suzaku Thunder Armor suddenly condensed from Chen Tian's body, and turned into a red divine shadow and rushed out of the valley.

"Haha, it's great to be young."

The Lord of the Blood Robe Palace smiled on his face: "It's a pity that you have the final say whether you are a member of the sect or not."

"If such a good seedling can be attracted to the religion, it will be of great benefit to the future development of believers in this religion."

"Hei Tian, ​​Hei Xuan, please keep the Holy Son of Shenxiao! I will turn back and talk to him, and I will definitely convince him to join the Holy Church."

After saying that, the Lord of the Blood Robe sat down on the chair leisurely and looked at Chen Tian with appreciation.

It seems... I'm watching what other waves Chen Tian can make.

"Yes, the Lord of the Palace!"

The two most powerful beings walked out of the black-robed deacon, and their bodies were covered with black air.

The two of them smiled grimly and reached out to grab Chen Tian.

Suddenly, endless black energy surged, and instantly caught up with Chen Tian, ​​condensed into a huge evil palm, and overturned.

"Stay for me!"

Each of these two people has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul Stage, and has half a foot in the realm of the God Transformation Stage, and it is still working together.

The power of this evil hand seal is enough to make the powerful people in the God Transformation Stage take it seriously.

Chen Tian knew that even though his current strength was no longer the same as before, he still could not stop this move.

"Why force me? Why force me!"

Chen Tian took out a golden token from his arms in pain and said, "Why did you force me to destroy you?"

These are the three life-saving millimeters given by Master. You can use them once less!

With a gritted teeth, Chen Tian inputs his magic power into the Holy Son Order to activate it.

Boom~!

In an instant, the entire Holy Son Order burst out with a divine light, and a powerful and majestic aura swept through hundreds of miles.

A phantom, holding a book in his left hand and a sword in his right hand, was slowly appearing in the canyon.

Facing the big handprint that Chao Chen Tian grabbed, the phantom slowly stabbed out the fairy sword in his hand.

When the sky was steep, the thick clouds surged, endless thunder floated and flickered in it, and then turned into a thunder pillar and gathered on the fairy sword in the hand of the phantom.

Long~!

Rumble ~!

Rumble rumble ~!

The original silver sword turned into purple under the continuous condensation of thunder.

A terrifying thunder giant sword that was hundreds of feet long appeared in the black valley, illuminating the entire valley.

"Shenxiao Tianwei is led by sword!"

The phantom spoke slowly, with unquestionable majesty in his voice, as if he was punishing for heaven.

The moment the phantom appeared, all the cultists in the canyon showed a hurricane look on their faces, which was instinctively suppressed.

Especially Hei Tian and Hei Xuan who were facing the phantom, their evil aura was dissipating and they kept trembling.

If there is no external force to help, they will almost die under such an attack.

After all, thunder is the energy of punishment by heaven, and it is the most restraining evil and heretics.

"Zhang Longyuan is really willing to give up, ruthless enough!"

The Lord of the Blood Robe's Palace's face changed slightly. Although he was a saint in the tribulation period, he was not afraid of the attacks divided by the Lord of Shenxiao.

But his lack of fear does not mean that his subordinates can withstand this blow.

After all, if he did not help, no cultist in the canyon could escape unscathed under such an attack.

"Bone Blood Palm Print!!!"

Under the blood-colored robe, a dry palm stretched out.

This palm was very shriveled, and there were almost no flesh and tendons and veins.

However, the palms were all over the palm, and the palms and back were covered with strange patterns.

He suddenly stretched out his palm, and the long thunder sword swung out by the pilgrimage of the pilgrimage blocked it, and a giant palm print suddenly appeared in the void.

This is a blood-colored white bone palm print, exuding an extremely gloomy aura.

Looking at this blood palm print, it was as if I saw a mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood.

...

The Shenxiao Thunder Sword finally collided with the Blood Palm Print, and the land collapsed in an instant.

The terrifying energy tide suddenly swept through dozens of miles, and a significant vibration could be felt within a thousand miles.

"It seems that I can't hide it anymore!"

The Lord of the Blood Robe's Palace's face was slightly dark: "Since you have to force me to do this, don't blame me for making the matter completely a big deal."

"Don't think that they can save you and escape by alarming the elders of Xianmen Town. You have no idea what kind of existence the saint is!"

"Before they arrive here, I will obey you and take you away with you with a swagger!"

Taking a deep breath, the Lord of the Blood Robe suddenly waved his sleeve.

In an instant, the smoke and dust in the entire valley disappeared.

The place where Chen Tian was originally located was empty.

The Lord of the Blood Robe: "???"

Master of the Blood Robe#: "!!!"

The Master of the Blood Robe: "…???!!!"

"I didn't expect that you would have such a mysterious technique of hiding the ground?"

The Blood Robe Palace Master coughed lightly and said, "It's a pity that I have locked your breath. Even if I go deep into the ground, I can still pull you out!"
To be continued...