Chen Changsheng's hand just touched the golden fruit, and he heard a bang and saw that the golden hard shell outside the fruit was cracking inch.

"Bang……"

A magnificent aura of a saint swept out instantly.

The entire cave swayed lightly. Even the evil heart, Su Xianhua and the others felt unsteady in their standing. Suddenly, they felt that the saint aura emitted from the golden fruit turned pale on their faces.

“Woo woo woo woo…”

The figure of an ancient man floated out of the golden fruit. The old face full of gullies was full of majestic expressions, and his eyes were even more glittering and looked at Chen Changsheng.

Seeing him, even if it was Xie Xin and Su Xianhua... the Confucian scholars in the Saint Palace couldn't help but tremble, and their faces showed a look of horror and fear.

"Saint...Saint." A Confucian scholar in the Saint Palace knelt on the ground with a thud. His whole face turned pale, his lips trembled and he said with a sad face: "I...we are dead. This colorful mysterious tree is protected by a saint. As a disciple of the Saint Palace, he disturbed the saint..."

"Idiot, shut up." Xie Xin cursed angrily and said anxiously: "Young Master, that is the will left by the Saint Zhu Tian. His best magical power is the Xuantian Wandering Soul Sword. Before the thirty-third heaven was destroyed, he had killed many young talents from the imperial clan with his sword intent, and was named after this."

"Sword Intention?"

Hearing Xie Xin's reminder, Chen Changsheng nodded. When the phantom of the Saint Zhu Tian appeared, he had already felt that although this old man was just a will, he contained a majestic sword intent, even if he was his second senior brother Lin Yuhua in Wan Beast Palace.

I have been dealing with swords since I was a child and have also cultivated sword spirits. My attainments in swordsmanship are also outstanding.

But compared with the Saint Zhu Tian, ​​the gap is not a little bit...

"Aren't you a disciple of our Saint Palace?" Saint Zhu Tian ignored Xie Xin. Su Xian drew the others, but looked at Chen Changsheng opposite him with a lightning look, and asked in a cold tone.

"No." Chen Changsheng shook his head and looked at the Saint Zhu Tian with curiosity. As early as in the Immortal Realm of Heaven, he had heard those friends from the Emperor Realm mentioned the past of these saints, and now they have witnessed it with their own eyes, so they are naturally curious.

"Um?"

Hearing Chen Changsheng's words no, the face of the Saint Zhu Tian became ferocious instantly. He looked at Chen Changsheng with a fierce light in his eyes and said angrily: "Hmph! Since you are not a disciple of our Saint Palace, you dare to trespass into the holy land. You, damn it."

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz...

The Saint Zhu Tian raised his hand and his robe flew up. The powerful soul power swept out with a bang, turning into a soul sword in the sky, hovering above his head. Tens of thousands of soul swords roared together, shaking Bai Ningxue, Lei Xiaoniao and the others couldn't help but take a few steps back, looking horrified.

"What... What a terrifying sword intent." Bai Ningxue murmured to herself. When she saw the ancient Zhuxian sword on her body trembling, her pretty face also felt stiff.

The sword energy soars into the sky.

The sand and stones in the cave were rolled up.

Except for Su Xianhua and Xiexin, the other Confucian scholars from the Saint Palace were so scared that they hid at the entrance of the cave after seeing the Saint Zhu Tian. Judging from their appearance, they would immediately escape if the situation was wrong.

"Pretending to be a ghost..." Seeing the other party, he was about to fight with a disagreement, Chen Changsheng's face also became gloomy, and his eyes looked at the Saint Zhutian like lightning, and said coldly: "Hmph! Just a will, I dare to speak out loud. If your true body comes, I may be afraid of twelve points. Since it is just a will, then destroy it!"

"Little beast, how dare you look down on me and insult me, let me die!"

"Bang, bang, bang..."

The eyes of the Saint Zhu Tian turned red, and the majestic violent aura instantly enveloped the entire cave. The soul swords hovering above his head turned into a galaxy with a buzzing sound and slashed towards Chen Changsheng.

"The Xuantian Soul Sword is just like this..." Seeing the soul swords of the Saint Zhu Tian, ​​the power was similar to the evil heart, and Su Xian painted their holy skills, he naturally felt relieved. Before the soul swords in the sky were cut down, he raised his hand and punched it.

"The Emperor's God's Fist..."

Pa, pa, pa.

As soon as Chen Changsheng made a move, the bones on his body also rang. Seeing the figure of the ancient emperor behind him, the angry expression on the face of the Saint Zhu Tian was slightly stunned. Before he could speak, he saw hundreds of fist shadows hitting the long river of his soul sword.

Tens of thousands of soul swords instantly turned into stars and scattered all over the ground.

"Little thing, I'll leave the will of the Saint Zhu Tian to you." Chen Changsheng said slowly.

"Yaaaa!"

The turtle soul, which was originally lying on Chen Changsheng's shoulder, was surprised, and the cute little face instantly became ferocious. Before the Saint Zhu Tian could react, his body, the size of a washbasin, turned into a afterimage and rushed towards him.

In one mouthful, he swallowed the will of the Saint Zhutian whole. After a while, the mung bean's eyes suddenly lit up, and it seemed that there was still some aftertaste of the will of the Saint.

The sword intent dissipated.

The huge cave instantly returned to peace.

"The will of the saint who killed the sky was... swallowed by that turtle soul?" A Confucian scholar from the Saint Palace looked at the turtle soul in fear and muttered to himself.

Seeing this scene, not only him, but also Bai Ningxue, Xie Xin, Lei Xiaoniao and others felt a sense of coldness on their backs. When they thought of the will left by the Saint Zhu Tian, ​​they were swallowed by it in one bite, their scalp felt numb.

"Yaaaa!"

The turtle soul returned to Chen Changsheng's shoulder, raised its small claws, pointed to the other golden fruits, and muttered with excitement on his stupid little face.

Seeing its actions, even the Confucian scholars in the Saint Palace guessed seven or eight points. Chen Changsheng was slightly stunned, with a strange look flashing across his face, and said, "The will of those saints is delicious?"

"Yaah!" Turtle Soul nodded vigorously and looked at Chen Changsheng with excitement.

"I still want to eat?" Chen Changsheng continued to ask.

The turtle soul nodded again and couldn't help rubbing its small claws that seemed harmless to humans and animals.

"Okay..." Chen Changsheng chuckled twice and said, "I'll get them out and you'll catch them."
Chapter completed!