Xuanhuan: Me! Create a secret building at the beginning

“The Golden Divine Race, among the Demon Clan, is also a large clan, and now it has been reduced to the point of becoming a mount of the Terran Clan?”

Jin Chen stepped forward, his blond hair danced wildly, his eyes were intimidating, and a halberd appeared in his hand, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

“Boom!”

Invisible power strikes.

The golden god who was as tall as three zhang, facing Jin Chen, who was less than half his height, actually retreated one after another, and his huge eyes showed deep fear.

The Golden Divine Warrior family, although the bloodline is extraordinary, it is obviously worse than the Golden-winged Dapeng family.

Not to mention, he wasn’t a pure-blood god at all.

After all.

Pure-blooded gods, used as mounts.

Without Jin Chen coming forward, the Golden Shenli clan will go crazy.

“Huh?”

The Primordial Saint Son stretched out one hand, and the gentle True Yuan spread out, calming the mount under him, and he slowly spoke: “Many people of my Terran race, within the control of the demon race, are not also reduced to blood food?” ”

This situation is very common in the cultivation world.

Almost everyone knows it.

The demon races within the scope of the Terran race were either killed or reduced to mounts, and they had no dignity or right to speak at all.

Similarly.

The Terrans within the scope of the demon race are also in dire straits, like livestock in captivity, which may become blood food at any time, even if the two races want to put an end to this situation.

But it simply can’t be done.

If the Terrans want to refine weapons, they will inevitably hunt and kill the Demon Race, and the Demon Race will occasionally come to plunder the Terrans.

The two sides have been going back and forth for countless years, and many forces have begun to turn a blind eye, as long as they are not too excessive, they will let it go.

Jin Chen’s killing intent was like a knife, his words were cold, and he said indifferently: “Kill him, you can leave alive today, otherwise let me do it myself, and you two will die together!” ”

These words were not said to the Golden God, but to the Primordial Son.

“Is this the style of the demon race?”

The smile on the face of the Primeval Saint Son converged, he was as motionless as a mountain, his clothes fluttered, and his eyes became sharp.

“Good!”

Jin Chen spat out two words coldly.

“I’m afraid I’m going to disappoint you.”

The Primordial Saint Son stood up, stepped down step by step from the void, and stood outside the three zhangs of Jin Chen, this distance was already useless for the two.

If his own mount is killed today, he will become a complete joke today.

Not even a single mount can be saved.

The strength of the Primordial Saint Son can be imagined.

“Then you go on the road with your mount.”

The voice fell.

Above the street, invisible killing intent pervaded and the atmosphere was tense.

The halberd in Jin Chen’s hand was raised, blooming with a dazzling brilliance, chilling people’s hearts, and the temperature of the entire Great Desolate City dropped a lot, making countless people can’t help but fight a cold war.

Fubo, who was beside Jin Chen, retreated slightly, and his old face showed a hint of a smile.

It’s a confident smile.

With his eyes, it was not difficult to see that although this Primordial Saint Son was not weak, he was not the opponent of his own young master, and it was somewhat difficult to defeat the other party.

But it’s not impossible.

For the sake of his own young master, he completely sat in the seventeenth position of this Tianjiao list, and it was most appropriate to use the Primordial Saint Son to establish his power at the moment.

First, the other party’s name is loud enough, and second, he is also a member of the Tianjiao list, and the ranking is not low.

Be a stepping stone, exactly!

“Is there going to war?”

Countless people were overjoyed.

“The Primordial Saint Son is probably dangerous, the Golden-winged Dapeng clan is known as the world’s fastest among the demon race, and there are only a few races such as Kunpeng who can compare with its speed.”

“Even more the demon race is physically strong, in addition to physical cultivation, there are few people in the Terran race who can fight with them, and this battle is estimated to be lost by the Primordial Saint Son.”

Some people’s eyes were vicious, and they saw the key at a glance, and a trace of worry rose in their hearts.

The Terran demon race is a race favored by heaven, one is in potential, the other is in the body, among which the golden-winged Dapeng is the leader of the demon race, the speed is fast, and the key is very resistant.

This is very confusing.

The Terrans who can compete with the Golden-winged Dapeng, but the speed can’t keep up, the Terrans who can fight the speed, the physique can’t keep up, and the number of Terrans with both is too small.

Almost every one of them is a character at the level of the child of luck.

“It’s just a matter of worrying about the heavens, is the Holy Son of the Beginning a vain name of the wave?”

A little disdain on the side said: “A golden-winged giant peng, the Primordial Saint Son can suppress it with a flip of his hand!” ”

…….

“Tianpeng is extremely fast, and Shen Mou has long wanted to see it.”

The Primordial Saint Son was very crisp, did not say much, and directly sacrificed an ancient pagoda and hung above his head.

The speed physique can’t fight, and it can only be made up with magic weapons.

The purple breath fell down like a river of stars, wisps of it, protecting it tightly, and the rhyme flowed, as if returning to the beginning of the opening of the heavens and the earth!

“Let you see it today!”

Jin Chen drank coldly, pinched the seal with one hand, and suppressed it like the Heavenly Emperor Voldemort.

“Boom!”

The vigorous qi machine, the terrifying fluctuations, like a star field falling, the power is extremely powerful, and everyone present is fighting in a double battle.

Seem.

It is not a wise choice for these two to play here.

“Uh——!

A golden-winged giant peng, neighing in the sky, the long roar shook the four wilds, the mountains and the earth trembled, resounding through Qiankun, and its wings spread out, covering a radius of thousands of zhang.

Each plume was like a divine sword cast in divine gold, shining with a dazzling brilliance.

“Boom!”

A long sword appeared in the hand of the Primeval Saint Son, a sword soared into the sky, turning the world upside down, the sword light rushed into the night, staring at the world, bursting out with immeasurable sword light, sweeping the heavens and the earth.

Just when the two were about to fight.

Li Yun’s voice came from the Tianji Building.

“Enough.”

“In the Great Desolate City, no fighting is allowed!”