At this speed, even an old antique could only stare in amazement and be unable to keep up.
From the distant horizon came Yue Chi's cold shouts and the sounds of fierce fighting. Soon the blood color of the sky began to fade, and Jiang Chen came back with a handful of hair.
He lost his aura and returned to human form. The previous terrifying pressure and overwhelming cruelty seemed to have nothing to do with him.
“Hehe~”
"I suffered a great loss. After fighting for a long time, I only managed to pull out a few strands of a woman's hair."
He shook his head and sighed, laughing at himself.
A group of people were talking wildly.
You fought one against two, chased a great swordsman, and even managed to make the head of a ninth-order legendary monster with extraordinary combat power run away. In the end, you even went to pluck a handful of hair from a Yin God. Are you at a disadvantage?
So you have to kill everyone else to avoid loss?
"elder brother!"
"Prince Chen... Old Jiang... Father Jiang..."
Led by Jiang Xiaochen, a group of people from Jiuzhou rushed forward and protected Jiang Chen. After all, he looked too weak at the moment. It was a bit difficult for him to walk in the void. He was shaky and seemed like he might fall into the sea at any time.
It is inevitable that there will be some ideas in the group of old antiques who are eyeing us covetously in front of us.
"It's okay. A little injury is nothing. Samsara is suffering fatal injuries every day now, but he is not dead." Jiang Chen waved his hand, telling them not to worry. Then he looked at the group of old antiques and forced a commercial smile on his tired face.
"Haha, did you all enjoy watching it?"
"Performance fee: 100 high-level offerings. If you want to take a photo with me, add 10. If you want a personal souvenir of the Yin God, add 50..."
These words made everyone in Jiuzhou stiffen.
They were originally still thinking about how to pretend as nothing had happened and bring the seriously injured King Chen back in front of a group of old antiques so as not to arouse their murderous intentions.
When King Chen said this, it was like roasting them on the fire.
One by one, the Yamas showed pain on their faces and released waves of ghost energy. They finally felt the painful mood of the former King Deng Deng and Zhou Tai.
Jiang Chen glanced at the King of Hell next to him with some dissatisfaction. Unlike the nervousness of the other Yamas, his eyes revealed a deeply suppressed excitement. He kept licking his lips, ready to make a move.
"Wait, you go collect the money."
He shouted, and Wang Deng was stunned, shaking his head like a rattle.
At this time, Jiang Xiaochen thought for a while, jumped up, grabbed Wang Deng's shoulder, flew towards a group of old antiques, left him behind and came back by himself.
Jiang Chen gave him an approving look.
At this moment, the king, who was surrounded by a group of old antiques and wolves, could no longer remain calm.
She turned around, looked at Jiang Chen miserably, opened her mouth, pointed at herself, and cried out "ah" several times, as helpless as an abandoned child.
"Don't be afraid. If you don't want to make money, there's no need to save face. Just kill him directly with the Infernal Purgatory!" Jiang Chen was still encouraging.
The king was so angry that he couldn't even utter a complete sentence.
In endless purgatory, killing the eighth-level antique?
Am I crazy or am I too old-fashioned to hold a knife anymore? Old Jiang, you really killed me!
"Ghost energy +999w!"
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