The ancient god emperor in the city

Chapter 32 A Pathfinder Piece

Murong Fengqing gave up following Wang Feng, his task was very simple, waiting for the monks sent by the Murong family and the dragon group headquarters, he might still be able to fight by then.

Time goes by little by little...

Outside the canteen of Linhai University, the street lights were flickering. At this time, there were few students on the side of the road. This area has been blocked.

But some students still sneaked out.

"Here we come." A monk of the dragon group couldn't believe that Wang Feng really came?

Wang Feng took a glance with the detector and found that there were no monks at all?There are very few mortals, and it seems that they have encountered an ambush, and Zhao Chen is indeed in the same group as the dragon group.

Suddenly a silver needle shot towards Wang Feng rapidly, Wang Feng's pupils contracted, and he grabbed the silver needle.

"Come out." Wang Feng sneered, is it really just a few small fish?
Several dragon group monks rushed out instantly and surrounded Wang Feng.

"It seems that the technology of this dragon group is not simple." Wang Feng found that the scout was completely useless.

The eight monks of the dragon group sacrificed their magical weapons one after another, and their task was to restrain them.

"Not a monk?" A dragon group monk looked towards Wang Feng. The aura emanating from Wang Feng's body was quite strange, which was very different from that of a monk.

And in the base of gods and demons, the confrontation between Zhao Chen and the descendants of gods and demons seems to have just begun.

"Why do you want to help these ants?" Luo Yuan knew that Wang Feng had encountered obstacles, and it should be difficult to come back.

Zhao Chen couldn't help laughing, this descendant of gods and demons is very smart, his IQ is not inferior to him, but his only shortcoming is that he has too few resources, that is, his subordinates.

At this time, in this huge base, there are not dozens of remodeling monks in total, and the only combat power may be himself.

"Why do you think that I must be your enemy?" Zhao Chen couldn't help laughing, being seen through?

The descendants of the gods and demons looked speechless, and a strange light was flashing on Zhao Chen's head. Zhao Chen had already violated the contract, and his soul would be completely imprisoned.

And Zhao Chen also seemed to feel something was wrong, and rubbed his head.

But a terrible thing happened, the light of the contract was dimmed, unable to extract Zhao Chen's soul, because Zhao Chen's soul had the power of reincarnation!
"Impossible. No one can violate the power of the contract. Could it be that you belong to the great witch clan, this!" Luo Yuan was shocked. You must know that the great witch clan is a special existence. Even gods and demons dare not provoke the great witch. The above is to find a draw.

Because the souls of the Dawu clan are special, they will basically not be swallowed.

Zhao Chen breathed a sigh of relief, almost died in battle?I didn't expect that the contract stele was real, and I didn't expect that if I didn't do anything, it would trigger the contract effect.

"A mere contract has no effect on me at all. This is my territory, and you, a little descendant of a god and demon, cannot be allowed to be presumptuous." Zhao Chen sneered, and the atmosphere suddenly dropped to freezing point.

The tide was beginning to turn in his favor.

Luo Yuan didn't act in a hurry, he didn't know how many cards Zhao Chen had.

Wang Feng is just a pathfinder soldier who can be discarded at any time.

"You feel that you can escape from my enchantment?" The descendant of the god and demon suddenly waved his hand, and in an instant, Zhao Chen's surroundings were covered by the enchantment.

The terrifying spirit of gods and demons surged crazily.

Zhao Chen frowned, the descendants of gods and demons really have a hand.

Luo Yuan has already saved his hand, this enchantment is not simple, it is hard to say whether Zhao Chen can escape or not.

"It seems that you must fight me?" Zhao Chen sacrificed the Chiyan Sword. He didn't know what chance he had of winning, but he knew very well that at least he would not die, and at worst he would escape back to the temple.

He didn't believe that such an enchantment could stop the Heaven-reaching Stele.

I really can't fight, then I will call Ling'er and many monks to help.

Zhao Chen didn't summon Ling'er and the others now, because he was also afraid of the trump card of the descendants of gods and demons. If there were any weapons of mass destruction, then his old book would be finished.

Combat is imminent.

Outside the building, the monks from all branches of the Dragon Group are basically concentrated nearby.

Murong Fengqing gazed into the distance, reinforcements had finally arrived.

……

"Fengqing!"

In an alley of the street, dozens of monks had already appeared, and Murong Xiaofen stood at the end.

"Second Uncle, you are here." Murong Fengqing hurriedly saluted.

"How is the situation?"

"The situation is not very clear. There is a crack in the dragon group. Senior Zhao Chen entered the enemy's base alone. He doesn't know whether he is dead or alive. However, Wang Feng's son has been trapped by several monks of the dragon group at this time. Monk, we are going."

Murong Fengqing was very anxious, always feeling that something bad was about to happen.

The old man in front of Murong Fengqing has only one arm, but the coercion emanating from him is not weak, and he has reached the middle stage of foundation establishment.

The old man's name was Murong Feixiong, and his lost arm could be repaired with pills, but he gave it up in order to pay for the sins of the past.

"Zhao Chen?"

Murong Feixiong's heart trembled.

"A monk from the Zhao family? Why haven't you heard of it?" Murong Feixiong was puzzled.

"If the calculation is correct, Zhao Chen is only in his thirties."

"What?" Murong Feixiong couldn't believe it, a foundation-establishing cultivator in his thirties, isn't this nonsense?
How could the Zhao family have such a genius.

……

In the third brigade of Linhai City, when Tang Wan'er opened her eyes, she saw that she was lying on the ground with no one beside her.

Li Hu was standing outside the door.

Tang Wan'er's head was heavy, and she sat up with difficulty, without making a sound, her brain was working rapidly, and she was quite calm at this moment.

Glancing around the room, her bag was still there.

Gently opened the bag, put on the mask, the feet were light and not touching the ground.

"Zhao Chen!"

Tang Wan'er knocked on the door cautiously, Li Hu was stunned, stubbed out the cigarette butt, and opened the door.

But there was no sign of Tang Wan'er at all, and suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing through, rushing into the house, but nothing.

Tang Wan'er rushed out of Linhai City's third brigade.

Li Hu was speechless, he would have gone in to guard if he had known about it, Tang Wan'er was just a mortal, how did she escape under his nose?
Tang Wan'er, who left quietly, stood on the street, took off her mask, her chest heaved violently, worried, took a taxi, and hurried towards Lin Hai University.

……

At this time, the biggest crisis in Linhai City is quietly erupting.

All the major families in Linhai City seem to have gotten some information. They are observing in the dark, but they don't care much.

In the underground base, the confrontation between Zhao Chen and the descendants of gods and demons continued.

"What's the matter, don't you dare to do it?" Zhao Chen frowned, and the terrifying aura on his body was spreading.

Sweat dripped from the forehead of the descendant of the gods and demons. This was not a descendant of the fairy race at all, but a terrifying descendant of the god race, and his blood was much more terrifying than his.

Judging from the breath.

(End of this chapter)