Chapter 873 Could It Be That... We Are the Ones Who Are Useless?

In the sky, a distant and clear voice resounded, full of orders and scolding, as if educating the pets beside him.

After many people noticed this fluctuation, they couldn't help but change color. How many strong ancestral immortals came?

"These are two... No, three ancestral immortals!"

"Good guy, this time they really want to destroy the entire Baipiao Immortal Sect."

"They know that the Tang Sect will not surrender, so they can kill them directly!"

The onlookers were even more shocked when they saw it.

For a Baipiao Immortal Sect, three ancestral immortals were dispatched. It can be said to be cruel and ruthless.

Jin Liezhang sneered: "You old guys are really shameless. No wonder you can't improve further."

"Young man, since you are from the Jin family, I won't bother with you. Otherwise, I will kill you with one hand." Another ancestral immortal said indifferently.

But just as the man finished speaking, a voice exploded in the sky: "Is that so! But I don't think so."

The purple light was vast, and the blood was surging, rolling over and over like a raging wave in the nine heavens.

This might alone made countless cultivators breathe heavily, as if they were suppressed.

A tall and strong figure appeared, it was Jin Tianba of the Jin family!

Jin Tianba's black hair was dancing wildly, and his square face showed a knife-like determination, and his pupils were cold and clear, as deep as the vast starry sky.

"Want to fight? I'll fight with you!"

He grinned and rushed out like a human-shaped Tyrannosaurus.

The three ancestors of the Immortal Realm separated two people and fought Jin Tianba as if they were facing a great enemy.

This is one of the four ancestors of Cang Tianba, and they dare not neglect him at all.

If they hesitate or are careless, they will definitely die on the spot.

There was still one strong man in the ancestral fairyland, with gray feathers all over his body, as old as rocks, and a strange sense of vicissitudes in his eyes.

Its wings that covered the sky and covered the world, and its sharp eyes were indifferent and ruthless, overlooking Tang Chen.

"This is the ancestor Shi Peng, the ancestor of the Qingyue Peng clan." Jin Liezhang said in a deep voice.

Jin Zhan's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he wanted to try the battle between the holy fairyland and the ancestral fairyland.

The broad and huge wings of the ancestor Shi Peng danced, and the wind swept, disturbing the world, and said indifferently: "Tang Chen, I will only give you one chance, hand it over or not, otherwise I will destroy you."

"You are really shameless to use the ancestral fairyland to oppress a person who is cursed." The eleventh ancestor of the True Qilin clan sneered.

The ancestor Shi Peng seemed to raise a hint of sarcasm on his lips, saying: "The weak can never keep the treasures they get. This is the ancient common sense. Blame him for not being able to do it."

Everyone was angry. Is this what a strong man in the ancestral fairyland can say?

"You are right, I agree with this." Tang Chen looked up at Patriarch Shi Peng and smiled.

He shook his head slightly at the women and walked out slowly, looking seriously ill, coughing up blood from time to time.

Tang Chen's pale face exuded a faint morbid beauty. He put on the infinite gloves and faced Patriarch Shi Peng directly.

Everyone was even more shocked when they saw this scene. He dared to fight Patriarch Shi Peng under the curse of the Ten Commandments?

The women knew the ability of their master, but they had to take action at this time.

Patriarch Shi Peng saw Tang Chen coming towards him and said coldly: "This is your attitude, right!"

"Today, anyone who attacks my Free Immortal Sect must pay a price." Tang Chen grinned.

He pretended to be cursed in order to play the pig and eat the tiger, and harvest the leeks of such a large group of people.

So even Patriarch Shi Peng did not see that Tang Chen was gradually recovering.

Boom!

Patriarch Shi Peng's pupils were cold, and his gray wings shook and swelled again.

It swung fiercely, as if it turned into two heavenly swords that cut off the universe.

The green light flickered, from dim to bright, and bloomed, like a qualitative change of power in a process.

The void shook violently, it was so terrifying!

This attack was not something that an ordinary Saint Immortal Realm strongman could resist.

But Tang Chen held the Infinity Gauntlet in his hand, and the weakened version of the power gem burst out with a dazzling and dazzling purple divine light, his body was plump, and his demeanor was restored to its original state.

He took a step without any fancy steps, punched out, and the majestic divine power spread out like a carpet.

Boom!

The world shook, yin and yang overturned, and the dazzling rainbow of light exploded in the void.

The huge body of the Shi Peng ancestor was shaken and fell backwards, revealing an incredible expression.

On the other hand, Tang Chen coughed lightly, and looked like he was terminally ill again.

This moment made countless cultivators completely confused. Is this still a sick ghost?

How can a sick ghost fight more fiercely than them!

Patriarch Shi Peng exclaimed: "You...are you not cursed!?"

He doubted it very much, otherwise how could Tang Chen still have such a strong jumping combat power?

Boom!

The Ten Commandments curse blocked all the movements of Tang Chen's body, and only a very weak immortal energy was rippling out.

"Frog in the well, I am cursed, but it does not mean that I can't fight." He raised a mocking look on his morbidly beautiful immortal face and said softly.

Patriarch Shi Peng's eyes were uncertain, and finally he saw the infinite gauntlet and realized that it was helping Tang Chen.

Its beak opened slightly, swallowing and exhaling the breath of heaven and earth, and whistled: "Blood Peng Ancestral Art!"

The blood meridians spread on the surface of Patriarch Shi Peng's gray wings, and the majestic demon blood was surging wildly, blazing and fierce, and the body was growing wildly.

The entire sky was illuminated by its blood-colored light, like a gushing volcanic magma, extremely terrifying.

Tang Chen opened his eyes and looked at Shi Peng Patriarch calmly. The blood in his body also raged and spread like a sea of ​​blood.

He slowly raised his arm, the world shook, and a nine-headed divine elephant appeared.

The divine elephant stepped on the void, making the sound of yin and yang, and continuously poured into Tang Chen's right arm.

With the nine elephants in his arm, his fighting power was growing in an earth-shaking way.

"Nine Elephants Ancestral Technique!"

Tang Chen's black hair danced at this moment, and his morbidity was completely swept away. He was once handsome. His arm contained the power of the nine elephants, and he stepped on the void and blasted out.

Roar!

His fist was like a wave, and the elephant's cry shook the sky.

The terrifying iron fist contained the power of the nine-fold domineering, which raged and submerged everything.

Shi Peng Patriarch's heart trembled. It was also an ancestral technique.

It roared angrily: "Peng's wings cut through the three realms!"

The Blood Peng Ancestral Technique raised Shi Peng Patriarch's spirit to the extreme, and his fighting power soared.

A wing was raised high, revealing a gray and blood-colored mysterious light, and it fell down, as if splitting the three realms, and a ray of chaotic light appeared.

Rumble...

The brilliant power of the ancestral technique was annihilated, shattered, and finally exploded completely in the pupils of countless people.

The Dao rules and runes there were all gone.

With a click, the wings of the old ancestor Shi Peng actually made a sound of fracture, and blood flowed out.

Tang Chen was also constantly retreating, with a touch of scarlet at the corner of his mouth, adding a touch of sadness to his morbid beauty.

At this moment, many people were completely stunned.

Why can a person cursed by the Ten Commandments still be so domineering and fierce, and can still fight with the strong men in the ancestral fairyland?

"Could it be... that we are the waste?"

The cultivator murmured to himself, questioning himself.

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