Peerless Sword God

"Since the young master knows Lord Mojia, please let them go quickly. Please note that Lord Mojia is a being who cannot even afford to offend us." Demon Lord Shatian warned.

"Really? I happened to be looking for him. Do you know where he is?" Lin Chen smiled.

"Young master, don't misunderstand yourself. He was forcibly promoted to the realm of the Nine Divine Ancestors. He is at most a little stronger than the Eight Divine Ancestors, so you can defeat him."

Demon Lord Chatian's words were full of disdain for the twenty-six elders, but when it came to himself, he was confident: "The six of us relied on our own efforts and are by no means comparable to him. Young Master, I hope you will think about it again."

"It seems you don't know either." Lin Chen said lightly.

What the two of them said was completely incorrect.

Demon Lord Chatian's face turned cold, and he raised his hand and waved: "Capture him."

The five old men next to him immediately approached Lin Chen. The twenty-sixth elder sneered: "Boy, it's still too late for you to kneel down and beg for mercy now."

Divine Ancestor Ziwu laughed and echoed: "Otherwise, today next year will be your death anniversary."

The young man in red who was stepped on by Tianle also smiled, but was soon kicked by Tianle again. He was so painful that he couldn't laugh anymore. He wanted to cry without tears. Why is it always me who gets hurt?

"Daddy, let's do it."

Xiaohuo looked at Cheap Daddy eagerly, Yeming Daomo also looked at Lin Chen, while Tianle and Doumu Tiannu stepped aside.

"No need."

Lin Chen waved his hand and looked at the five Nine Divine Ancestors who were threatening them. He waved his sleeves and swept out the holy path of the ninth level of space.

Buzz!

The space in all directions was buzzing, silver light was shining, and space runes sprang out, flying out like divine chains.

"The child is seeking death."

The five old men did not take Lin Chen seriously, and exuded powerful power, which was stronger than the twenty-six elders, and crushed him from all directions.

But they never expected that as soon as their own power came into contact with the space runes, they would be imprisoned and motionless.

"How is it possible? How can a junior like him confine the power of five people like us at the same time? Is he also the ancestor of the Nine Paths?"

The five old men looked at Lin Chen in amazement and released their spiritual power, but they could not see Lin Chen's state and couldn't help but feel suspicious.

"not good."

The expressions of the five old men suddenly changed. They saw Lin Chen swing a divine sword, and a silver sword space immediately formed and enveloped them.

The fourth form of Tianyuan Huanyu Swordsmanship is Douzhuan Empty Sword Qi.

Seeing the void in front of them quickly turning silver, the five old men sensed the crisis and retreated quickly, only to find that the space was imprisoned and they could not retreat.

Under the crisis, the five old men made the same decision, and their troops united into one, gathering the power of five top-notch Ji Dao weapons and attacking the Silver Sword Dao space.

"open."

Lin Chen drank lightly, and saw that the space of the Silver Sword Dao opened wide, covering them all, and they were instantly overwhelmed by the silver sword energy in the sky.

Puff puff……

Streams of divine blood splashed out, mottled the silver kendo space, and then a cry for help came out: "Brother Shatian, save us quickly."

"Stop."

Demon Lord Chatian screamed inwardly and shouted urgently. He raised his hand and shot out a magic tower. With a roar, he suppressed it towards the silver sword space.

His strength is obviously stronger than the five old men. Just as Ziwu Divine Ancestor said, he is a giant in the demonic path who can rival Shinra God.

call out!

Lin Chen looked as usual, using his mental strength

The Wandering Dragon Sword flew out and struck down with a chaotic slash, neatly splitting the magic tower in half.

"My pagoda...poof." Demon Lord Chatian couldn't accept it, but before he finished speaking, he raised his head and spit out a breath of blood, and his face turned pale.

Lin Chen withdrew the Wandering Dragon Sword and dispersed the silver sword space. He saw the five old men falling to the ground, their bodies covered with sword marks and without any breath.

"How can it be?"

The twenty-sixth elder lost his voice in shock, and the Purple Martial God Ancestor and the young man in red stared blankly.

Not to mention the five old men, let’s talk about the Chatian Demon Lord. He is a famous demon giant in the Mitian Territory and a strong man among the Nine Divine Ancestors. He has killed countless people. Why was he also beheaded of his divine weapon?

Is God kidding them?

"Damn it, where did this kid come from?"

Demon Lord Chatian's face was gloomy. Except when he faced Mo Jia, he had never been defeated so miserably, let alone killed his own divine weapon.

He looked at Lin Chen with fear on his face, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind, and he said in a trembling voice: "Holy God, are you the Holy God?"

"What?"

The twenty-sixth elder and Ziwu God's grandfather were stunned when they heard this, and immediately looked in disbelief. This kid used to be the ancestor of the second path, how could he become a holy god?

Lin Chen said calmly: "No, you are wrong. I am not a Holy God, just a half-step Holy God."

Snapped!

This sentence was like a loud slap in the face, which directly blinded the twenty-sixth elder and his son. They cried out like crazy: "Impossible, this is impossible."

The Purple Martial God Ancestor and the young man in red could not accept it, and murmured to themselves as if they were losing their minds, because for them, there was no difference between the Half-Step Holy God and the Holy God.

"Half-step Holy God"

? "

Demon Lord Chatian was startled when he heard this, and smiled bitterly: "We are not close to the laws of heaven and earth, and no one can step into the realm of the Holy God. So, you, like Master Mojia, are from other worlds?"

"No, I can also be considered a cultivator of this Litian Realm." Lin Chen said.

"Absolutely impossible." Demon Lord Chatian lost his voice on the spot, stared at Lin Chen, and asked in a trembling voice: "You, how did you do it?"

"This doesn't seem to make sense to you." Lin Chen said.

"..." Demon Lord Chatian was speechless, and after a while he said: "You are a half-step holy god, but you are not as good as Lord Mojia, and you will die in the end."

"Not bad." Both the twenty-sixth elder and Ziwu Shen's grandfather sneered. The young man in red didn't say anything. He didn't want to be kicked by Tianle again.

"Will he really come to save you?" Lin Chen asked.

"..."

The three Demon Lords of Chatian opened their mouths, and immediately looked inside the Shenluo Tianmen, but suddenly they felt their minds turbulent, sharp sword lights flashed, and they had splitting headaches.

After a few breaths, the faces of the three of them were as white as paper. Demon Lord Chatian looked at Lin Chen in horror: "You, you searched our memories?"

"Do you have any opinions?" Lin Chen said lightly.

"Lord Mojia will avenge us." Demon Lord Shatian said with an aggrieved face.

"He is just a clone, I'm afraid he doesn't have this strength."

Lin Chen suddenly rose into the sky, jumped up to the mountain gate, and looked at the entire Shenluo Tianmen, taking in the spiritual peaks, palaces, and pavilions.

His eyes opened and closed, exuding powerful spiritual power, sweeping in like a vast ocean, Lin Chen said loudly: "I know you are still here, come out."

At this moment, I am still at Shinra Tianmen

The disciples inside were all trembling, shrinking their heads like ostriches, and were as silent as a cicada, daring not to speak.