Chapter 639 Please Start Your Performance. I Am Not Satisfied Yet.

Tang Chen's words scolded both He Jiumen and Ye Liangchen.

He Jiumen's face instantly turned gloomy and cold when he heard it. How dare he insult him and his master like this.

"If you have nothing to do, go be a eunuch. Don't hang around here. Get out of here."

Seeing that He Jiumen didn't say anything, Tang Chen waved his hand lightly.

The cultivators looked at each other. They really didn't take each other seriously.

Judging from the immortal power emitted by He Jiumen, it was also the combat power of the Heavenly Immortal, and it was even more powerful in the lower domain.

He Jiumen laughed angrily and said, "I am a servant under Ye Liangchen of the Ye family. I dare to disrespect my master and I deserve to be killed!"

Wow!

As soon as these words came out, the uproar resounded throughout the Shuangjie Xuanshan.

Some people didn't know He Jiumen's identity, and some people guessed it.

However, when he said it himself, it still caused quite a stir.

"The Ye family? The ancient saint body clan?"

"Who else could it be other than the ancient saint body, and he's called Ye Liangchen."

"Is this Tang Chen a devil or the ultimate unlucky guy who even messed with the Ye family."

The spectators quickly cracked several kilograms of melon seeds.

It's so delicious.

The people of Baipao Xianjiao frowned.

If it's really the ancient saint body clan, there will be a lot of trouble.

However, Tang Chen glanced at him nonchalantly and said sarcastically: "I gave you face? You're still arrogant even if I don't kill you?"

"Okay, okay, I haven't seen you so arrogant since I followed the master." He Jiumen's eyes became colder and colder.

After speaking, he pinched the seal with his hand, and the area within a thousand meters around him fell into extreme darkness, like Yama coming out of the world, controlling the demons.

A charming and beautiful figure appeared behind He Jiumen, wearing a black silk dress like a ghost queen reborn, with cold eyes, staring directly at Tang Chen.

"Ancient Nether Luo Talisman!"

A cultivator exclaimed.

Tang Chen looked a little unhappy, and looked at Lin Jing. This guy gave his things to others again.

The poisonous insects are getting more and more outrageous!

He Jiumen mastered the Ancient Nether Luo Talisman, like the King of Hell in the underworld, with life and death changing.

"Judge's Order!" He Jiumen shouted softly.

The jade hand of the talisman of the Ancient Nether Luo Talisman trembled slightly, and the jade hand tightly grasped a token with thousands of ghosts howling and hideous images on it.

Buzz!

The Judge's Order shone with a dim color, containing a majestic cold air. Wherever it passed, it swallowed up the life span, like the King of Hell judging life and death, and death came.

Tang Chen leaped into the ninth heaven, stepped on the sky, raised one arm, and whispered: "Heavenly Omen Judgment!"

The Ancient Heavenly Omen Talisman emerged.

The void ripples appeared with brilliant holy light, as thick as a pillar, like the decision of the king of heaven.

Boom...

The bursting breath rippled in all directions.

Two violent waves shook the void.

He Jiumen's expression changed slightly, and he was swept by a strong immortal power, and his figure retreated again and again.

Everyone was even more silent when they saw it.

The heavenly Xuanxian was beaten back step by step by the upper Xuanxian?

"Do you really think that you can beat me by mastering the ancient talisman?"

Tang Chen looked down at He Jiumen, pointed at the void, and three ancient talismans appeared.

The ancient talisman of the demon spirit, the ancient talisman of the human emperor, and the ancient talisman of the sky appeared in the world, and the breath they exuded suppressed the ancient talisman of the underworld in He Jiumen's body.

The ancient talisman was originally one body, and now Tang Chen mastered three of them, and He Jiumen only had one. How to fight against the enemy?

He Jiumen realized that the ancient talisman of the underworld would be suppressed, gritted his teeth, and hurriedly took it back.

"Even if I don't rely on the Xuanxian weapon, I can still blow you up." He sneered.

Tang Chen chuckled and said, "Please start your performance."

He Jiumen sneered a little, and said grimly: "Seven-fold Dragon-breaking Gate!"

The wind and clouds suddenly changed, the sun and the moon lost their light, and the majestic immortal energy surged into the sky.

Seven ancient and colorful thousand-foot giant gates were evolved and fell around Tang Chen.

The seven gates were linked, spreading terrifying immortal power to crush Tang Chen's body, like an immortal locking the dragon veins, controlling his soul and body.

"Seven-fold Dragon-breaking Gate, it is said that this Xuanxian method has suppressed the dragon clan, one level after another, and it is difficult to break free!"

Someone among the cultivators saw it and said in a deep voice.

He Jiumen stepped on the giant gate, stretched out his hand to grab the void, and gathered a black rock stone spear.

He sneered: "Being trapped in the Dragon-breaking Gate is like a turtle in a jar."

Swish!

After saying this, He Jiumen's arm veins bulged, and he threw out the stone spear with a fierce look on his face. The sound of breaking through the air was like an eagle's cry, trying to penetrate Tang Chen's body.

When everyone thought that Tang Chen was going to die, the stone spear shot at him stopped strangely at his throat.

Such a dangerous scene was imprinted in everyone's eyes, extremely abrupt.

Tang Chen stepped on the void and was restricted, but he was still as calm as an immortal, and said calmly: "Return it to you."

He moved the five fingers of his right hand lightly, and the stone spear turned and shot out at a faster speed.

Puff!

He Jiumen's heart was pierced by his own stone spear, and the blood stained the sky, and he almost fell off the giant door.

Silence!

Deathly silence!

Everyone was dumbfounded and almost petrified.

None of them could see what was going on here.

"This is impossible, even if my obsidian spear has a mysterious immortal weapon, it will be injured!" He Jiumen recast his heart with an expression of disbelief.

Tang Chen raised a mocking smile and said, "A frog in a well will always have such a narrow vision."

"I am the servant of Master Ye Liangchen, and my vision is infinitely broader than yours, you mediocre person!"

He Jiumen had suffered many defeats and his mentality was a little broken. He couldn't help but curse.

Tang Chen teased, "You broke down already? Then your servant is not that good, you are a rookie."

The crowd twitched their lips when they heard this.

In terms of messing with people's mentality, Tang Chen is definitely the best.

Even they felt unhappy.

"Tang Chen, you must die today!"

He Jiumen's hair danced wildly, and he shouted: "Lianlongmen!"

The immortal power burst out, and the seven giant gates kept shrinking, as if they wanted to imprison Tang Chen for a lifetime until the end of his life.

Boom!

Suddenly, the giant gate opened, and the red light rushed into the sky, dyeing half of the sky red and looking like a burning cloud.

The immortal fire roared, burning Tang Chen, and wanted to burn everything to ashes.

At this moment, it was like an eternal furnace burning.

There was a pleasure of revenge in He Jiumen's eyes, and he grinned: "Burn, burn him to death for me!"

"Buddha's wrathful lotus!"

In the immortal fire, Tang Chen held up the fire lotus of the Buddha Demon Lord Immortal Flame with one hand and ejected it calmly.

The fire lotus flew out and exploded in the sky.

The mushroom cloud was dazzling and eye-catching, deeply imprinted in the pupils of countless people.

Crack!

The power was so great that it shook the giant door, cracks appeared, and finally it collapsed.

He Jiumen was shocked at first, then he spurted blood with a painful look on his face and flew out backwards.

In the distance.

Lin Jing was completely dumbfounded.

Even the Heavenly Immortal Realm was defeated?

Tang Chen walked out slowly, his white clothes were as white as snow, and he was calm, as if the martial arts just now did not cause any harm to him at all.

"You disappoint me, I didn't have enough fun, Gouzi." He looked down at He Jiumen and smiled faintly.