Chapter 1889 Leave It to Your Uncle

Hearing Chu Yan's question, the smile on Mo Wenjun's face became even more abusive.

"Chu Yan, why did your human race decline!? It's because of disunity, so you never thought that this time, it would be your Lingyun Pavilion who helped us lure you to Nether Shadow City. Hahaha... "

"Yan Wanhai!?" Chu Yan said.

"That's right! It's your Great Elder of Lingyun Pavilion, Yan Wanhai!" Mo Wenjun laughed.

"It really is him!" Chu Yan frowned.

"Stop talking nonsense, Chu Yan, do you want to pay or not!?" Mo Wenjun's face darkened, and he shouted.

"pay..."

Chu Yan looked at Mo Wenjun, the corner of his mouth raised slightly, and he spit out a single word, and a black light flashed behind him.

"For you..."

Hearing Chu Yan's words, Mo Wenjun nodded proudly, an expression he had known for a long time.

"Give it to you, sir! Dragon Clan Guard, come out!" Chu Yan yelled.

The next moment, behind Chu Yan, a row of eight golden-skeleton puppets, holding the Emperor Knife, rushed towards the surrounding Ming clan warriors.

"Kill! Kill Chu Yan!"

"Looking for death, yet dare to resist! Kill without pardon!"

"Fuck, what kind of puppet is this, so strong!"

"ah...!"

"..."

Seeing that Chu Yan summoned eight golden puppets, Mo Wenjun didn't need to order them at all. The warriors of the Ming clan who had been preparing for a long time roared and waved all kinds of spiritual weapons to attack Chu Yan together.

"Vientiane Jue! Clone!"

A large group of Nether warriors in black robes and purple robes rushed in like a tide, and at a glance, there were nearly a thousand of them. Chu Yan flipped his big hand, took out a middle-grade emperor-level spirit sword, pointed the long sword, Phantom clones constantly rushed out of him.

"Open Heaven Sword Art, Holy Word!"

"Changtian Emperor Art, Yuan Lie!"

right hand sword,

Fisting with the left hand, Chu Yan, eight dragon warriors, and nine Vientiane avatars rushed out in a fan shape, charging in all directions, and instantly entered the crowd.

Boom... boom!

The fist is like thunder, the sword shadow is like lightning, and the violent power pours out. Chu Yan's figure passes by, and the Ming clan warriors fall down in pieces like cutting wheat.

"What... what!? This... how is it possible!?"

Standing in the crowd, Mo Wenjun looked at Chu Yan, killing all directions like a demon god.

Wherever they passed, not to mention the warriors of the Ming clan, even the void exploded, giving people a feeling that they were about to collapse.

Even standing a thousand steps away, Mo Wenjun would feel suffocated by the overwhelming power of the tide-like fists and sword shadows all over the sky.

How could it be so strong! ?

Mo Wenjun's jaw was wide open in shock, his eyes were round and protruding, as if he had seen a god, and he couldn't believe the scene in front of him.

These Ming clan warriors are all at the quasi-emperor level. They thought it would be enough to deal with Chu Yan, but they didn't expect such a result.

boom!

The fist is like a dragon, roaring into the void, and a large number of people in black robes and purple robes are thrown flying all over the sky, hitting the ground like dumplings.

Some of the low-cultivation ones exploded directly in the air and turned into rain of blood.

Not only Chu Yan, but the eight dragon warriors, although their moves are not as violent as Chu Yan, but they are almost one by one.

In less than ten breaths, hundreds of Ming clan warriors died at the hands of the dragon clan warriors.

clang! clang! clang!

Groups of sparks bloomed, a strong man from the Ming clan, the spiritual soldier slashed heavily, and chopped on the golden skeleton of the dragon warrior, as if on fine iron, except for splashing sparks, there was not even a trace left Down.

The dragon warrior guard, the dragon bone is the body!

How can it be that a mere imperial rank spirit soldier can break through the defense.

puff! puff! puff!

The Ming clan looked at the spirit soldiers in their hands in horror, and was smashed by the bones of the dragon warriors, and their faces were full of disbelief, but in the next breath, the golden knife slashed, and the heads flew away Get up, the blood column between the neck soars to the sky.

On the other side, the nine Vientiane clones are even more terrifying!

Each of these nine Vientiane avatars has 30% of Chu Yan's combat power, plus the blessing of the God-level Spirit Sword, and performed the Kaitian Sword Art and Collapsing Heaven Emperor Technique. The combat power made the Ming clan warriors around them desperate. .

"Quick... go back! Go back!"

It took less than ten breaths of time to be stunned. When Mo Wenjun woke up, he glanced at it and found that apart from the corpses and blood all over the floor, there were less than 400 living Mingzu warriors.

"Want to leave!? Is it possible!?"

Hearing Mo Wenjun's roar, Chu Yan sneered, and with a big hand, hundreds of jade talismans shot straight into the sky.

boom! boom! boom!

Hundreds of thunder and fire talismans exploded at the same time, and countless lightning bolts of various colors condensed into a thunder net of heaven and earth, facing the ground, turned around, and bombarded down the desperately fleeing Ming clan warriors.

This cluster of thunder and fire not only blasted more than a hundred warriors from the Ming clan into ashes, but also completely blocked their escape route.

"Changtian Emperor Art, Yuan Lie!"

With one punch, the thunder fist hit Mo Wenjun's chest heavily, sending him flying backwards.

Swish!

Immediately after a flash, Chu Yan chased Mo Wenjun's upside-down figure, and stood directly in front of Mo Wenjun who fell to the ground like a dog chewing shit.

"Chu Yan, how dare you... poof!"

Mo Wenjun, whose mouth was full of blood and whose eyes were bloodshot, was about to open his mouth when Chu Yan stepped on his chest and spewed out a big mouthful of blood mist.

With this kick, the zhenqi in Mo Wenjun's body was smashed to pieces, surging and surging, and he could still speak.

"Kill them all!"

Chu Yan stepped on the new saint son of the Ming clan, raised his hand and snapped his fingers, and gave orders to the dragon warrior guard and the Vientiane clone.

In all directions, there were less than a hundred Ming clan warriors. Seeing the dragon warriors and Vientiane avatars approaching with the blood-dripping emperor knife and spirit face, each of them was so frightened that their faces were ashen and their bodies trembled.

Next, the massacre continues!

At this moment, in the center of the city less than five miles away, in a small palace.

As soon as Emperor Xuwu walked out of the training hall, he saw two Mingzu elders waiting outside the hall.

"What's the matter!? Could it be that Chu Yan is here!?"

Emperor Xuwu walked up to the golden seat, picked up a cup of spiritual tea, took a sip, and asked.

"Reporting to Emperor Xuwu, Chu Yan just passed through the city, but..."

The two Mingzu elders looked at each other, one of them stepped forward and said

"But what!? It's just a Chu Yan, but the quasi-emperor level cultivation base, just kill it!"

Emperor Xuwu frowned, his face full of displeasure.

In his opinion, to kill Chu Yan, he still needs to do it himself! ?

If it weren't for the big brothers in the clan who asked him to protect the safety of the newly promoted saint son, and at the same time, after killing Chu Yan, escort Zixiaojian back to the saint clan, it would be impossible for Emperor Xuwu to agree to come.

"Emperor Xuwu, when Chu Yan entered the city just now, the Holy Son brought a team of thousands of people from the temple to besiege and kill Chu Yan!" the Mingzu elder hurriedly reported.

"That's right! The Holy Son said that he would kill the number one felon for the Holy Clan as a congratulatory gift for his promotion to the Holy Son!" another Mingzu elder said.

"Yes, Not Bad!"

Hearing the report of the two elders, Elder Xu couldn't help chuckling and nodded.

"Wen Jun is a child of our family's blood, young and promising!"

Hearing Emperor Xuwu's words, an elder of the Ming clan frowned slightly, and said, "But, I'm worried..."

"Worried!? Worried about what!?"

Emperor Xuwu put down the spirit tea in his hand, glared at the Mingzu elder, and shouted

"That Chu Yan is only at the quasi-emperor level, but Wen Jun has already broken through to the Emperor Martial Realm. Could it be that he can't deal with him!?"

"Hehe, what a joke!"

Emperor Xuwu said, with a contemptuous smile on his face, and said, "Even if that Chu Yan has the power to leapfrog ranks, doesn't he still have a thousand-member Saint Race team?! Could it be that a thousand quasi-emperor clansmen can't kill Chu Yan?" inflammation!?"

"This..." the Mingzu elder said with some hesitation on his face

"It's just that Chu Yan, who was in the Ten Directions God Realm last time, not only killed the saint son of our clan, but also killed the saint son and daughter of the great witch clan, so..."

Hearing this, Emperor Xuwu got up slowly, waved his hand and said,

"Don't worry, even if you take 10,000 steps back, Wen Jun is defeated, won't you run away!? How about it, you..."

Emperor Xuwu didn't say a word, the sudden change happened!

Tom!

A figure, like a meteor, fell from the sky and landed directly on the ground in front of Emperor Xu Wu.