The man in black opened his mouth, a look of despair on his face.

"Why?! I sacrificed everything and personally cut off my own future in martial arts, so why can't I kill a mere brat like you?!"

"You are really tenacious. I think I have embarrassed my brother." Jiang Xiaochen looked down at him and shook his head. He slammed a door panel down. This time, the man in black was no longer able to stop him and turned into a pool of blood mist in the sky.

"My Lord, I can no longer serve you..."

As his aura dissipated, everyone in the room was shocked to realize that a figure with a mysterious origin and incredible fighting power had truly fallen!?

Some people think that he can even easily kill two sixth-level strongest people.

But a character like this couldn't even last more than three moves against King Xiaochen?

How terrible this is!

"Fuck! Little King Chen is so mighty~!" King Pingdeng almost cried out these words, and the kings of Jiuzhou were so excited that their bodies were shaking. The previous depression and humiliation were finally relieved at this moment.

At this time, Jiang Xiaochen did not stop, but took a step forward and walked to the horizon.

As soon as the winner of the fight was decided, Lü Qiu and the Taoist Wangqing fled without a care in the world.

The door panel was lifted high, and a picture of mountains and rivers flew over. Wherever it passed, the ten Dharmas were extinguished, and a magical technique was sealed. Unfortunately, Jiang Xiaochen did not use any Dharma at all. He only relied on the gate to the restricted area and his strong body.

With a loud bang, a beautiful figure in a white dress was thrown over.

Lu Qiu's trembling cry soon echoed from the horizon again: "What a misunderstanding, what a misunderstanding! I'm not in the same group with them!"

"Although I'm not as smart as my brother, I'm not stupid. The three of you have captured a powerful king and are planning to enter this small mountain to perform a blood sacrifice. And you're still trying to quibble?"

Lu Qiu was stunned and quickly explained: "The one in my hand is my grandson!"

Unexpectedly, Jiang Xiaochen's voice became even colder: "For some material possessions, even the flesh and blood of relatives can be sacrificed. You are worse than an animal!"

"Ah..." Lu Qiu realized that the other party might have misunderstood something. He wanted to speak again, but a huge door panel had already fallen down, and he and his beloved grandson were smashed into pieces in a rain of blood.

At this time, the Forgetful Taoist who was lying on the ground wiped the blood from his face, looked at everyone in Jiuzhou viciously, and suddenly took out a half-opened ancient painting. On it was a very beautiful woman with an extraordinary temperament, just like a fairy in the legend.

What’s strange is that the fairy’s eyes in the painting are blood red, as if someone has gouged her eyeballs out.

"Let me go! From now on I will never set foot in Jiuzhou again!" The Taoist Wangqing held the picture of the beauty in his hand and spoke loudly. After the painting was stained with her blood, it gave off a very strange and terrifying feeling, and the blood holes in the fairy's eyes became even redder.

"In life, you are a native of Kyushu. In death, you are a ghost of Kyushu. No one forced you to leave your homeland." Jiang Chen spoke calmly, "Today, I will bury my bones here. Let the fallen leaves return to their roots."

"You're not afraid, do you know what this is? It was taken from Penglai Fairy Island. It's a portrait of a real immortal from back then. Once it's fully unfolded..."

Taoist Wang Qing had only said this when the sky suddenly darkened and an extremely huge door fell down. She could only grit her teeth, ignore everything, spit out a mouthful of blood, and completely unfold the painting of the beauty in her hand.

"Boom--" A miraculous and powerful force swung out, and even the gate to the restricted area was directly blown away.

The Taoist Wangqing's entire temperament changed. She had a sense of enlightenment and all the injuries, dust and dirt on her body disappeared. She was noble and pure, like an immortal descending to the mortal world, as if she had turned into a banished immortal.

At this moment, it seemed that everyone was not facing a powerful individual, but an almighty being with unparalleled strength. Horror and awe filled everyone's heart.

"You forced me to do this!"

There was a strong hatred as thick as blood in the voice of Taoist Wang Qing, even though she was so powerful that even he was frightened, and it seemed that she could wield thousands of magics at will.

However, this was gained by burning herself, and after this battle, she will also return to extinction.

"Go to hell!" She waved her hand to kill King Chen, she wanted him to be buried with her, but after a palm strike, Taoist Wangqing suddenly felt that the great power of the immortal way in her body was receding like the tide.

"What's going on..."

She was shocked and looked down. The picture of the beauty in her hand was nowhere to be found. When she looked up again, she saw a little black dragon holding the scroll in its mouth. It approached the King Chen and wagged its tail flatteringly.

"Dad, look, this fairy should be your type, right? Her appearance and figure are almost perfect. The most important thing is that both of her eyeballs have been gouged out and are bleeding, which adds a touch of horror. Isn't this your favorite, Dad?"

"Rebellious son, that's your second uncle's preference, you must be mistaken." Jiang Chen hastily denied it. There were so many old antiques, reincarnation figures, and kings of the Nine Provinces, including Sister Hong and the Urban King, in the place. He didn't want to be regarded as a pervert.

After saying this, he took the scroll from Tie Zhu's mouth very naturally and said, "I'll keep it for your uncle first, and then I'll give it to him."