"Not enough points?"

Swish!

Everyone's eyes fell on the Saint of Sword Box, and their expressions became strange.

I kept muttering in my heart.

They also knew that saints had a great appetite. Even if they were not as big as Kunpeng and Taotie, it was easy to eat hundreds or eighty cows in one meal.

A sin turtle, plus a descendant of the Nuwa clan, let alone seven or eight saints, even if there is only one saint in the sword box, it may not be able to fill his stomach.

"Such a little thing is indeed not enough." The Saint of Sword Box raised his eyelids and said lightly: "It would be good if you can play a tooth sacrifice. Brothers of Saints, it is not easy for the Pantheon to occupy the land and do not want to catch those two people. Of course, whoever finds them will belong to them. I believe everyone has no objection, right?"

"What Brother Jianxiao said is very reasonable." A saint nodded and said with a smile.

"Since that's the case, let's do it!" Another old man, who was slightly inferior to the Saint of the Sword Box, squinted his eyes and said, "Save it possible for those two little thieves to accidentally disturb the Holy Emperor and other ancient saints, our sins will be great."

"Well," the saint of the sword box nodded, and only heard a loud bang, and he saw a terrifying aura of seventh and eighth floors of the Emperor Realm swept out from him, condensing into an ancient saint magic weapon, and said coldly, "All the disciples of the Jiandao Academy will follow this saint."

Buzz, Buzz, Buzz

As soon as the Saint of Sword Box finished speaking, he saw hundreds of disciples of the Saint Palace carrying ancient swords swaying and flew to the magic weapon of the Saint of Sword Box, turning into a stream of light, and escaping towards the direction of the Temple of the Temple.

Seeing that the saints of the sword box had set off, the other saints did not delay.

"Follow me from Gubiyuan."

"Buzz"

A huge holy Taoist immortal pen emerged out of thin air.

"Callebration and Calligraphy"

"Immortal Chess Academy."

"Lingmo Academy."

""

In an instant, the seven or eight saints, with their disciples and Confucian scholars, escaped to the Pantheon. Shen Kuo, who was still standing there, and other disciples of the Saint Palace who had not been taken away, were stunned and stood there in amazement.

Allowing the thunderstorm of the souls all over the sky to fall on them, they remain indifferent

"Senior Brother Shen, we seem to have done something stupid?" A Confucian scholar from the Saint Palace looked at Shen Kuo with tears in his eyes and said, "If we had known that those two little thieves would not disturb the Saint Emperor and the others, we would have chased them by ourselves. In this way, we would not be able to afford the people from other courtyards for no reason."

"Senior brother, why didn't you notify the Saint Xuanwu, but woke up the old guy in the sword box?" The young man standing next to Shen Kuo whispered in a low voice.

"Saint Xuanwu?"

Shen Kuo's mouth twitched, looking at the direction of the Pantheon, full of bitterness and regret, saying, "Ancestor Xuan has already achieved the position of ancient saints. In the Pantheon, why should I call him?"

"Koke now, the old thing in the sword box is cheaper." The young disciple said with an unwilling look on his face.

"How do I know?" Shen Kuo's expression suddenly turned ashen, and became ferocious. He gritted his teeth and said, "Who knew that the old guy in the sword box was so unpretentious. I woke him up and threw me away in a blink of an eye."

Pantheon.

"Little thief, a saint is chasing him."

Swish!

Helian Mengyin's face suddenly became ugly. Her cultivation level was much higher than Chen Changsheng. When the Saint of the Sword Box and the others crawled out of the lonely tomb, she had already noticed that the seventh and eighth levels of the Emperor Realm made her feel instantly, shivering and numb.

"Sage?" Chen Changsheng's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "How many people are there, what kind of cultivation are they?"

"nine"

Helian Mengyin closed his eyes, felt it for a while, and then spoke, "The weakest cultivation is the sixth level of the Emperor Realm, and the remaining ones are the seventh level and eighth level. They have already chased after him."

"hiss?"

When he heard that the strength of those saints was thousands, ten thousand times, or even hundreds of thousands times higher than their strength, a solemn look flashed across Chen Changsheng's face.

Whether it was him or Helian Mengyin beside him, he was shuddered when he thought of the cultivation of those saints. After all, although Chen Changsheng in his previous life had seen many people in the Emperor Realm, he only had the cultivation of Nirvana Realm.

Even Helian Mengyin was at her peak, she was only at the fifth level of the Emperor Realm.

The ancient soul of the Nuwa clan also showed a look of nervousness on the pretty face. He swallowed hundreds of evil souls in one breath, and the ancient soul whose entire belly was already bulging was lazily lying on Chen Changsheng's shoulders, touching his stomach with enjoyment on his face.

"It's really a foodie." The ancient soul of the Nuwa clan gritted his teeth and stared at the turtle soul fiercely.

"Yaaa!" The Turtle Soul rolled his eyes and yelled at the ancient soul of the Nuwa clan. It didn't want to lie down, but it had too many evil souls that it couldn't digest for a while. Only by lying down like this would it feel a little better.

"Constrain your breath first." Chen Changsheng frowned and thought for a while, and spoke.

"It's useless." Helian Mengyin shook his head, and a trace of bitterness flashed in his beautiful eyes, and said, "The realm of those saints is much higher than ours. Even if we restrain our breath, we can't hide it from them in this heaven and earth furnace."

"I can only have a gamble." Chen Changsheng's eyes flashed, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "I have grown up so old that I have never played hide-and-seek with the powerful saints. I hope we are lucky enough to find the Ascension Hall before being caught by those saints?"

Have a gamble?

What to play hide-and-seek?

After hearing Chen Changsheng's words, Helian Mengyin was slightly stunned. He saw that the soul power on Chen Changsheng's body suddenly appeared, and on top of his head, it condensed into a heavenly destiny chart. With a buzzing sound, the aura and heavenly destiny of the two of them were actually blocked.

"Is the technique of derivation of heavenly secrets?" Helian Mengyin looked at Chen Changsheng in surprise. Thinking of the methods he had used and his abilities, he couldn't help but speak, saying, "I really didn't expect that you would have a lot of skills. One of our ancestors in the Nuwa Temple also practiced the technique of derivation of heavenly secrets, but unfortunately he failed."

"Hey, I know a lot of things." Chen Changsheng grinned, looked at Helian Mengyin and blinked his eyes, and looked like a human and animal-like face, and said, "Actually, being friends with me is much more cost-effective than being an enemy. You can consider it."

"I want to be friends with me Xiao     jiě, yes!" Helian Mengyin smiled rarely, looked at Chen Changsheng, and said, "As long as you agree, join our Nuwa Temple, you will be my friend in the future."

Join Nuwa Temple?

Seeing Helian Mengyin and still thinking about this matter, Chen Changsheng's face suddenly became dark, he gritted his teeth and said, "I've joined your Nuwa Temple, I'm still a bullshit friend, that's your retainer and slave."

"It's a worship." Helian Mengyin said seriously.

"Publicity? Isn't it the same?" Chen Changsheng curled his lips and sneered: "I remember that you, Nuwa, have always trusted your own tribe members and followed your bloodlines. Whether it is the elders, worshippers or others, in your eyes, they are slaves and servants. Those who are better can only be considered retainers, right?"

"Stock?"
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