After I divorced, I was chased after by the best saints

Before Xia Feng could speak, Lu Ziqian was already standing behind him with an angry look on his face: "What do you mean, sir, challenging more than a hundred or ten of you by yourself? You, the Bass Master, don't have any shame."

"This is originally a private matter of our Tianyin orthodoxy. If the genius of the Qin family is dead, what does it have to do with your bass sect?"

Chang Lu laughed loudly: "So you don't know yet?"

"The Qin family has already been contacting us, the Bass Sect, and is preparing to bring the entire family to join us. After all, your Tianyin orthodoxy has become weaker and weaker over the years, and cannot even compete with the lowest sects. The Qin family wants to follow the stronger ones. It’s also a matter of course.”

"A good bird chooses a tree to roost in, and a good minister chooses his master to serve. The Qin family can barely be called discerning, and they are much better than those idiots behind you."

As soon as these words came out, Tianyin Zhengtong behind Xia Feng was furious: "What nonsense are you talking about? The Qin family dared to betray the Tianyin Sect. Has he forgotten the oath made by his ancestors?"

Chang Lu looked a little disdainful: "Swear, what can that thing do? Can it make your Tianyin Sect stronger, or can it make the Qin family produce a few god kings?"

"It's just a joke in the early years. If I have to say it, the Demonic Sound Sect, my Bass Sect, and many other sects were all Tianyin Orthodox in the early years."

"Now that I start a new sect, I won't be punished by heaven. On the contrary, I have a lot more foundation than when I was in the Tianyin Sect."

"The Qin family also saw how prosperous we were, so they decided to break away from the Tianyin orthodoxy. After all, you can't give the Qin family any benefits, right?"

The faces of the followers behind Xia Feng turned red with anger. Led by Lu Ziqian, who stood behind Xia Feng couldn't help but said: "Sir, let us fight with you."

"Such a perfidious villain should not have had a good end."

Chang Lu, who was on the opposite side, curled his lips: "Do you think you are all the mud-legged people? There are only a dozen or so poor families. It would be easier for us, the people from the bass teaching, to deal with you than to kill a chicken."

"If you can submit to our Bass Cult now, I might be able to spare your life and let you leave the secret realm alive to serve our Bass Cult."

Lu Ziqian responded to him with a drumbeat containing anger: "You dream, even if I die here today, I will never collude with your bass sect."

Chang Lu's face turned cold: "I think you are just toasting instead of eating and being punished with alcohol!"

After he finished speaking, a rich bass began to gather around him, sweeping straight towards Lu Ziqian.

Lu Ziqian's body tensed up. He knew that he was not that capable of resisting Chang Lu's bass, so he bit the tip of his tongue as if to use his secret technique to fight against Chang Lu.

But Xia Feng stretched out his hand to stop him: "It's just a ninth-grade god. You don't have to worry, just hide behind him."

Lu Ziqian knew that Xia Feng was extremely powerful, but he was still a little worried when facing more than a hundred geniuses: "Sir, these people are the leaders of the Bass Cult. They may have many life-saving tools in their hands, so it's better not to take them lightly."

"Although we don't have so many props, our cultivation is real. If we are allowed to enter the scene, we can help the adults to a certain extent."

There was a smile on Xia Feng's eyebrows, and he turned to look at the followers behind him. The expressions of these people were a little anxious, and they obviously thought so.

He reached out and rubbed Qi Wan'er's head: "It's not bad. At least some of your followers have good tempers."

"Go and wait in the back. Remember to use your divine power to block your ears, so as not to accidentally injure you."

Qi Wan'er's expression was a little more worried. She guessed that Xia Feng was going to use the Nine Rings of Burial God, but Xia Feng's control of the Nine Rings of Burial God should not accidentally hurt them.     Then there is only one possibility...

Qi Wan'er said in a low voice: "Be careful. It is not a pity for these people to die. Don't work too hard and lose your strength."

Xia Feng nodded: "Don't worry, I know what's going on. Just wait and see."

After saying that, Qi Wan'er led the followers down the mountain. Chang Lu looked at them and raised his hand to intercept them.

Xia Feng bit his back teeth and said with a sneer: "Where are you looking? Your opponent is here."

After he finished speaking, the God Burial Bell on his wrist suddenly expanded and floated in mid-air. Before Xia Feng could take action, a dull bell sounded.

Everyone present felt that their brains were hit by something. They felt dizzy for a while, and their whole brains seemed to be mixed up by something.

Except for Qi Wan'er and the followers behind her who used their divine power to protect their ears, all the geniuses on the opposite side stood frozen in place.

Qi Wan'er even saw a few geniuses with relatively weak souls behind them who were so shocked by the sound of the bell that they vomited out.

There seemed to be some treasure in Chang Lu's head that protected the sea of ​​consciousness. After hearing the sound of the bell, although his face looked ugly, his condition was not bad compared to others.

"Bitch, what kind of methods did you use to be able to hurt our souls over and over again!"

Holding a flute in his hand, he looked back and said to the geniuses: "Everyone, this kid has been provoking again and again and has no regard for the majesty of our Bass Cult. If we don't deal with him now, , will definitely bring greater trouble to our bass teachers in the future."

The remaining geniuses all had livid faces, suppressing the dizziness in their heads and following Chang Lu's words: "Boy, if you know what's going on, you can quickly arrest them and hand over this weird technique of yours. Maybe we can still... May I spare your life for the sake of the goddess Wan'er?"

"otherwise……"

Xia Feng looked slightly cold and looked over with squinted eyes: "Otherwise, what will you do?"

The other party sneered: "Otherwise, this mountain peak will be your burial place!"

Xia Feng sneered: "That's a big statement."

As soon as he finished speaking, he hit the God Burial Bell directly with the rich musical instrument in his right hand.

Before, just the sound of the God Burial Bell itself was already too much for many geniuses to bear. Now with the blessing of Xia Feng's Musical Avenue, the power has more than doubled.

Chang Lu was the first to notice something was wrong. He gritted his teeth and said, "Everyone, use any attack methods you have. We can't let this kid continue to attack like this."

"His evil technique is particularly aimed at the soul. If he continues to attack, even if we deal with this kid, the soul will suffer a lot of trauma."

Upon hearing what Chang Lu said, the surrounding geniuses panicked instantly, and miscellaneous attacks swept towards Xia Feng in an instant. (End of chapter)