Heaven Slautering War God

This Soul Refining Lamp was Luo Qian's treasure, and since it was taken out by Li Chen, then without even thinking, Luo Qian knew that Li Chen had killed it. Luo Qian was originally a pawn sent by the Neihai Zong to search for information on the sea, and was also used as an important subordinate of the Demonic Cultivator. No one would have thought that his death was caused by Li Chen.    

    

Qian Shuang said angrily, "You little brat, you keep opposing our Neihai Zong. Today, you are dead for sure ~"    

    

Qian Yu was a peak Martial King who had been famous for many years, and now that he had brought out all his treasures and knew that one of his most capable subordinates in sect had been killed by Li Chen, he became even more furious.    

    

"Weng ~" The Soul Refining Lamp stayed in Li Chen's hands for a few months, and whenever Li Chen had the time, he would search for medicinal ingredients to slowly restore it, increasing in level by more than one.    

    

Furthermore, with the premonition of the keel bar, Li Chen faintly felt that this Soul Refining Lamp was about to produce a artifact spirit, and even more so, all sorts of precious materials were being thrown at the Soul Refining Lamp.    

    

Now it was time for him to come out and practice.    

    

Due to the spatial lock, the area had been reduced to a smaller size. Blue light from the Soul Lamp spilled out in all directions, turning the surrounding sixty meters into a blurry blue light.    

    

The first thing he did was to run away as fast as he could. As soon as he stopped his attacks, the look in his eyes slowly turned into an empty void. This Soul Refining Lamp had the effect of hypnotizing a person and their soul.    

    

The money was only slightly disrupted by the halo of light that suddenly appeared on the Spiritual Sense, and quickly recovered. The other two people on the other hand, because they had the defensive treasures, were not affected at all.    

    

"There are indeed quite a few magic treasures, but no matter how many there are, you won't be able to use them." Suddenly, a devilish smile appeared on his face. The corner of his mouth began to chant an ancient and dense incantation. Not long later, the surrounding blue light slowly scattered, and a ghastly aura pounced over, causing Li Chen to become cautious.    

    

Why do all of the Neihai Zong s know a few of the Demonic Cultivator's Method of travelling moves! This made Li Chen feel like he was facing the Demonic Cultivator.    

    

The Great sect felt that he was almost completely assimilated by the Demonic Cultivator, so there probably wouldn't be any good people around.    

    

Li Chen retrieved the Soul Refining Lamp. No matter what, he still had other treasures, and these four people could kill him easily. They were truly underestimating him, the price of looking down on others, their lessons would not end up well.    

    

Li Chen suddenly flew towards a key point of the spatial lock. An old man who was resting in the pavilion with his eyes closed opened wide, a hidden killing intent in his eyes intimidated the disciple standing outside the door and almost lost his balance.    

    

"Who dares to anger this senior of the netherworld ghost? Is this still Brother Luo's problem? " The disciple outside the door muttered and raised his head. Suddenly, a wind blew and he immediately shouted, "Who is it?"    

    

However, he did not receive any response.    

    

Just by walking a few steps, netherworld ghost would have been able to reach the place where Li Chen resided. After all, he had a sliver of his Spiritual Sense firmly locked in place with a spatial lock.    

    

However, he did not expect that he would be stopped by someone just as he took a step forward.    

    

On the other hand, Li Chen had temporarily concealed her ability to use Spatial Lock. Looking at this area within 60 meters, it was as if a ghost had appeared in this world. It was extremely sinister.    

    

The keel bar at the side turned into Golden Dragon and fought with Qian Zheng and the rest, but just as Feng Feichi regained his senses, the Spiritual Sense flew far away from the battlefield as if it was slightly injured. Li Chen saw that, wasn't he alone.    

    

With a stride, he used "Soul Stealing Steps", and before Feng Feichi could even react, he lost his life, his eyes were wide open with fear and confusion, looking like he died with grievances. Although he died with regret in his eyes, because he did not know, how could Li Chen be so strong that he could fight against four Martial Kings with no effort at all.    

    

Li Chen saw that after Feng Feichi died, he did not stop to rest. His figure quickly went past Qian Shuang and the other two, leaving behind only Qian Duoduo.    

    

At this time, Qian Chun was looking at Li Chen with an expression of disbelief. He gritted his teeth, and now, he could only give it his all! " "Tempest of the Great River!"    

    

With Qian Shuang's loud shout, Li Chen felt as if his surroundings was a rolling mountain and river surging towards him, and the spirit qi instantly turned into countless water droplets that rushed to attack Li Chen.    

    

This was obviously considered a water special ability, since the money had a strange element power, it was extremely well hidden, Li Chen was being ruthlessly attacked by the mountain and river water formed by the spirit energy.    

    

However, the water element ability was not enough for Li Chen. He stretched out his hand and shouted:    

    

"Long Lai!"    

    

The Golden Dragon that was formed using its huge body to encircle Li Chen, and raised its head high up. The water elemental attack was immediately swallowed by the Golden Dragon.    

    

Li Chen realized that the more water particles this Golden Dragon could swallow, the more excited it would be, and the more joyous its roars would become! Could this be beneficial for the dragon bone!?    

    

Seeing that his finishing blow had been swallowed by the Golden Dragon, Qian Chao's face turned red. If he could not beat the Golden Dragon, he would run away. A few water doors appeared in front of Li Chen, and the money quickly ran away.    

    

"Want to run?" "Too late!" When Li Chen's voice fell, he stepped forward, extended his hand, grabbed Qian Chun by the neck, and pulled him up: "You want to take my, Li Chen's life, so don't be serious! If I can't beat them, I'll die! "    

    

After he finished speaking, he did not wait for Qian Chung to finish speaking. He exerted force into his hands, and with a "kacha" sound, Qian Chui could not believe that he would die in Li Chen's hands even at the cost of his life.    

    

In reality, when the money was held by Li Chen, it had also struggled for a bit, but Li Chen's body was extremely tough, it was not a Heaven grade weapon or a Method of travelling, so it was likely that no one in this world could hurt Li Chen, and even those who were caught by Li Chen would find it hard to escape, so it was obvious how strong the strength that Li Chen used was!    

    

With the death of Qian Yu, Li Chen started to plunder their treasures and melted them all down along the way with the corrosive liquid.    

    

But the spatial lock around him had not been removed, so Li Chen decided as he sat cross-legged outside the hut, waiting for the expert who could use the Spiritual Sense to do the spatial lock!    

    

To be exact, the spatial lock was removed in the middle of the night, and if the Ranker did not come after him, Li Chen would not think, that person was afraid of him, or was too lazy to investigate, or was held up by someone or something.    

    

Li Chen's analysis was not bad.    

    

When netherworld ghost felt that his Spiritual Sense had been sealed by a bizarre power, he wanted to personally come over and kill Li Chen. However, once he took a step forward, he was stopped by an elder.    

    

He was then brought to the Tyrant Sword Sect's Great Hall, where the respective Sect Leaders of each and every sect were seated. It was to the extent that netherworld ghost actually saw the Tyrant Sword Sect's Great Ancestor, Taoism Yunfeng!    

    

"I've invited everyone here because a good friend of this old man has discovered a strange matter!" When Taoism Yunfeng saw that the last notification had arrived, his dry and hoarse voice sounded.    

    

"Everyone should also know that when the Martial Arts Conference opens every four years, there are always signs of the The War God's cave appearing. It has been so many years, but this year, it can be considered to be the most frequent! The moment the cave dwelling appears, none of us will be able to resist it! "    

    

Taoism Yunfeng paused here, as if he was thinking about how to stop his speech. After a while, he continued, "In the past, this old man would go to the cave to guard every single Martial Arts Conference, in order to prevent the divine might from leaking out and harming the innocent! But this year, when this old man went to guard that place again, he discovered that the The War God's cave had shifted! "    

    

When everyone heard this, they were all shocked! The The War God's cave had been moved, how, how was this possible?    

    

The head of the Liu Li Sect frowned and said, "Could it be that Taoism Yunfeng remembered wrongly? This, how could this The War God's cave be displaced, wasn't he sure that it was a cave in the void? If we move, how could there be no movements?! "    

    

The Head Saint of the Darknorth Sect also chimed in, "That's right, The War God's cave must be joking with us!"    

    

Taoism Yunfeng shook his head with a solemn look and said: "What I said was indeed true."    

    

Without waiting for Taoism Yunfeng to say anything, netherworld ghost said in an uncertain tone, "Could it be that your Tyrant Sword Sect wants to have the The War God's cave as his territory, that's why you made up such a fake lie ~ ~ Heh!"    

    

The current Sect Leader of the Tyrant Sword Sect, Ling Ao Tian replied unhappily: "Hehe, how could our Tyrant Sword Sect do such a thankless task! Not to mention that every four years when The War God's cave lets go of our strength, countless cultivators would die without a trace of it. Furthermore, we don't have any heaven defying ability to open the The War God's cave! It's not like your Neihai Zong, who is following them more and more closely, where even I have to suspect that your Neihai Zong has pledged allegiance to the Demonic Cultivator! "    

    

netherworld ghost also cared about Ling Ao Tian's accusation, "I don't know if you have that capability, but this The War God's cave is protected by your Tyrant Sword Sect every four years, and yet he has told us that he has changed his position. Do you still have to say that you will not be able to find the displaced The War God's cave later?"    

    

When netherworld ghost finished speaking, Ling Ao Tian also did not reply, he sat quietly by the side with an ugly expression on his face, and said: "Dao Friend You sure got it! But the The War God's cave was gone! This old man has found a good friend, Taoist Tai Wei. After calculating his divination for many years, he has always been befuddled, covered by layers of white mist, and was unable to see the light of destiny! "    

    

At this time, no one had the slightest bit of suspicion. netherworld ghost frowned and said: "You can't even calculate Taoist Tai Wei? I just don't really believe that this Universe cave is the cave of a War God, and not something that can be lost just because you don't see it! "    

    

The Taoism Yunfeng saw that all the Sect Leader and Elders were skeptical, and said: "Hey, this old one will bring you over to have a look, you guys will find out."    

    

They obviously knew where the The War God's cave was, so they went to take a look. Without saying anything, they immediately set off, and after a while, the entire Tyrant Sword Sect sect hall was empty!    

    

Far away on a small island in Tyrant Sword Sect, dozens of elderly men suddenly appeared out of thin air.    

    

He looked at Pousseau Island, which should have been a small hill, but now there was nothing. It was as if all the hills he had seen before were an illusion! The marks on the ground did not seem to be touched by anyone, or moved or moved by the energy of the spiritual strength.