Zhang Wenchong looked at Chen Fei in astonishment. He suddenly had the illusion that he heard the sound of ancient stars shattering and exploding.
It was as if there was a fragment of an ancient star in Chen Fei's chest.
A force that is no less powerful than two divine thoughts is brewing madly, carrying with it a tremendous killing and destructive force that can tear everything apart.
Zhang Wenchong felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He could not move at all, and he was roaring in his heart.
"How foolish! How could you destroy your literary mind and diminish your own foundation and qualifications?"
There was a look of surprise in Luo Yi's two eyes-like thoughts.
However, before Fade Chen could unleash his Kamehameha Cannon, Luo Yi's two divine thoughts suddenly shattered.
The immense power, like a canvas painted with blue paint, dissipated without a trace.
There was silence in the air.
The passionate fight just now seemed like an illusion, and even the wisdom field surrounding the small courtyard had returned to its original state.
After a moment, the light from the heart-protecting mirror on Chen Fei's chest gradually dissipated, and the thundering sound of cannons that sounded like shattered stars also gradually died down.
The golden armor disappeared. After being set by Chen Fei to automatically activate when it sensed danger, it was stored in the Wen Palace.
If someone can block his sense of danger, then they basically won't be afraid of his golden armor.
Seeing that Chen Fei, who was so afraid of death, had disarmed himself, Zhang Wenchong slowly transformed from a half-dragon back to his human form, completely naked, and then covered his legs with his hands.
The Black Dragon Fist behind him had a rumbling sound in his stomach, and with a puff, he spat out a golden dragon and a white dragon, which then disappeared silently behind him.
"Brother Chen, did you kill him?"
Chen Fei shook his head in surprise, and suddenly thought of the scene where he met Zhang Wenchong's backstage who suddenly appeared in the future scene.
"Maybe there's something wrong with Luo Jing?" Fade Chen said uncertainly.
Mu Changge sighed slightly, and a trace of invincible loneliness appeared on his face.
Just now, of course, he used a trace of divine power from the Heart Sacred Scroll to wipe out Luo Yi's two divine thoughts.
The Grand Master told him that only a person of heavenly talent could carry and even utilize the complete spirit of the Heavenly Saint.
Perhaps it won’t be long before he is taken to Middle-earth and isolated?
After all, Zhang Wenchong couldn’t find it, but the owner behind this picture would definitely be able to find it, right?
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In an ordinary house in Longjing, Luo Yi, who had the same appearance as Luo Jing but a more imposing aura and a head full of silver hair, looked in astonishment at the door that suddenly opened.
A handsome young man with a bookish air and a wide-sleeved robe walked into the room, holding an ancient silver spear in his hand.
Luo Yi's pupils shrank when he saw the silver spear in the handsome young man's hand. He felt as if he had fallen into an icy cave, but there was a look of realization in his eyes, as if he knew why he was suddenly found.
Originally, even if he could pick stars and take the moon, the immortals on land in the secret realm of heaven and man could not find him.
"The peerless divine weapon, the Fuxi Spear? It turns out that Wang Yu, the head of the Ohara Wang family, is also a great master of wisdom!"
Luo Yi sighed in his heart, and a deep sense of helplessness and powerlessness arose spontaneously.
Fuxi, one of the Three Ancient Sovereigns, was an extremely powerful person in the field of wisdom. There were even rumors that Emperor Fuxi entered the ranks of the Heavenly Saints in his later years.
Wang Yu smiled at Luo Yi and said, "The last link in the secret of the Great Emperor's Appearance has been solved. The position of the Great Emperor's Appearance's protector is mine, Wang Yu!"
A ray of dark green light slightly enveloped Wang Yu's body. His aura of the third level of supernatural power soared like a rocket, and soon returned to his original celestial realm.
"Heaven has favored me. In the five great realms of the world, I, Wang Yu, will no longer be repelled by Dao Marks and suppressed by the power of Heaven!
The protector of the great emperor must be my Wang Yu!"
Wang Yu's eyes were filled with fanaticism and great ambition, his face was flushed and he was extremely excited.
"If Heaven wishes to destroy him, it must first drive him mad. He is mad. Only the Heavenly Dao saints like Yuanshi and Amitabha in ancient legends are qualified to protect the Great Emperor!"
Luo Yi's body trembled and he couldn't help shaking. At this moment, Wang Yu looked at Luo Yi with an unfriendly look.
Oh no, I actually forgot that he might be a great master of wisdom!
A quarter of an hour later, Wang Yu walked out of the courtyard with a flushed face, and Luo Yi followed him tremblingly with disheveled hair.
As miserable as a dog!
Wang Yu patted the small seal on his waist. After a few breaths, a white light flew down from the sky, and a middle-aged man in a wide robe with big sleeves and a three-foot-long beard landed in front of Wang Yu.
Luo Yi knew without even looking that the person coming must be Chen Su, the chief priest of the Longze Holy Temple who commanded the Longze Kingdom Holy Court, the Heavenly Prison, and the Six Gates, and a master of literature and Taoism with the eighth level of supernatural powers.
Chen Su was filled with fear and bowed politely, wondering how this great god suddenly came to the East China Sea.
Although the realms are different and the Dao marks repel each other, Wang Yu's cultivation will be suppressed by a large realm when he comes here, and he will become a first-class combat force in the realm of gods.
But everyone knows that Wang Yu’s mistress in the East China Sea is a martial arts grandmaster who is half a step away from becoming a god.
"Wang Canzhi, I wonder why you are here..."
Chen Su was nervous because he knew that Wang Yu was the Vice Minister of the Cabinet of the Dagan Dynasty in the Central Plains and one of the cabinet ministers.
Wang Yu smiled and said, “No need to be polite, I have come to Master Chen’s territory to pay my respects to the mountain.
I came here to visit my father's benefactor, my uncle Ma Renjie!"
Chen Su's face twitched. Wang Yu was an immortal born and raised in the Middle-earth. He had no father at all!
"Sir Wang, the Heavenly Court has its own rules, please forgive me!"
Chen Su refused with a tingling scalp. Although Wang Yu was powerful, not inferior to the Great Emperor of Gan and the Emperor of Heaven, the East China Sea Continent was the territory of Heaven.
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