In the absence of Lin Chuan, Li Zhun led the human race to surround the three.
But they knew that the Second Cult Master of the West and Kunpeng were not weaker than the leaders of the two Lich clans before, and they were even stronger.
You must know that the later Buddhism was founded by Zhunti and Jieyin, and it was a giant force that could compete with the Taoist lineage.
Not to mention Kunpeng, the place where he lives is called the Demon Master’s Palace, and this status is not guaranteed.
If they really fight with them, the human race will also suffer a lot of casualties, so they can only surround them and wait for Lin Chuan and Bai Jun to come out.
“I’ll just say, Hongjun is not as abominable as you think.”
“Indeed, I’ve been thinking about it recently. I don’t think it’s necessary to care so much about the way we get along with the Honghuang race in the future.”
Seeing that Bai Jun seemed to have figured out his previous grievances with the ancient gods, Lin Chuan was very relieved.
Bai Jun has always lived in hatred because he resented the ancient gods so much.
Now that he has seen it, Lin Chuan is naturally happy for him.
But just after leaving the gate of Zixiao Palace, Lin Chuan saw a large group of people surrounded by three figures.
“Li Zhun!? What happened? Is anyone looking for trouble with our human race?”
Seeing this scene, Lin Chuan first thought of this, and Li Zhun also nodded, and then put it in Lin Chuanzhi’s ear and said.
“It’s Kunpeng and the second leader of the West. They seem to be trying to trouble you.”
Hearing this, Lin Chuan looked behind him, and then lightly patted Li Zhun on the shoulder.
“It’s okay, I’ll go take a look.”
The crowd separated, and Lin Chuan and Bai Jun also appeared in front of the three.
“What’s wrong? Are you not convinced?”
Although Lin Chuan said so, his attention did not seem to be on the two of them.
This kind of clamor of the jumping clown is completely unnecessary.
He didn’t understand until now that since the emergence of the human race, history has begun to change.
The human race will take a strong stance and deal with any race that dares to oppose them.
Although there may be bumps and sacrifices along the way, Lin Chuan firmly believes that as long as under his leadership, the human race will definitely fulfill this wish!
Hearing that Lin Chuan came out and dared to be so arrogant, Kunpeng couldn’t bear it any longer.
“Hand over that Hongmeng Purple Qi! Otherwise, I won’t let you humans go!”
As soon as the words fell, Kunpeng’s eyes showed a hint of surprise.
It can be seen from Lin Chuan’s gloomy expression that this guy definitely has murderous intentions.
It’s enough to kill him. The point is that the breath from Lin Chuan’s body made everyone tremble with fear.
It was like a breath of death emanating from the abyss of hell. If he dared to say one more word, it would definitely be death waiting for him!
“You…we…”
Zhunti also felt an unusual sense of oppression and stammered.
But before he could finish speaking, Kunpeng’s voice came again.
“Don’t think that others are afraid of you and we are afraid of you! If you don’t hand over the Hongmeng Ziqi, I will let you…”
Before the words were finished, Lin Chuan passed Kunpeng’s side without knowing when, and patted his shoulder lightly.
“Kill it!”
The voice fell, and the surrounding human race immediately dispersed towards the surroundings, only Bai Jun was left standing in front of them.
“You really hit the muzzle of the gun!”
There was a trace of pity on Bai Jun’s face.
“Heart-killing stab!”
With a ruthless grip of his palm towards the void, Kunpeng felt as if his heart had missed a beat.
thump!
thump!
Immediately afterwards, his heart began to beat wildly, and when Kunpeng realized that something was wrong, all the strength in his body had completely disappeared.
Not even the power of the law can be used!
“Damn! You did… poof!”
Halfway through the roar, Kunpeng spit out a mouthful of blood.
He could clearly feel that something was about to come out of his chest.
As the master of ten thousand demons, Kunpeng has cultivated his physical body to a state of transcendence and sanctification. It can be said that as long as the saint does not attack, his physical body is basically impossible to be damaged.
When he touched his chest, there were countless spikes.
“Ah this…”
