Chapter 7667

Ye Chen caught a very familiar mystery, which is related to the ten Heavenly Kings and ancestors, as well as the former Hong Tianjing.

This coming figure is one of the ancestors of the ten Heavenly Kings, the ancestor of the Hong family, Hong Chunqiu!

"The patriarch of Xiyan Xianzong is really Hong Chunqiu! He really set up his own house!"

Ye Chen was shocked and stared at the virtual shadow of Hong Chunqiu.

Although it is only a virtual shadow, the oppression brought to Ye Chen is no weaker than that of the ancient emperor Yu Huang, the demon ancestor Wutian, Ren tiannv and others.

Sure enough, Hong Chunqiu is a dormant tiger!

His real strength is far from as simple as what is rumored.

If it comes to the ranking of masters, he won't lose to Mo Zu Wu Tian and Tian NV.

Behind Hong Chunqiu, there are a dozen strong heavenly kings, but compared with his majestic and invincible momentum, those dozen heavenly kings are only as small as mole ants.

Under the terrifying pressure of Hong Chunqiu, women such as shanrou and Huang XINCHE all turned pale with horror, and their delicate bodies trembled, hiding behind Ye Chen.

"Hong Chunqiu, it's really you!"

When Huang Jiuxi saw Hong Chunqiu coming, he knew that he was right. The patriarch of Xiyan Xianzong was indeed Hong Chunqiu.

"Hehe, Heitian Laozu's free descendants? In fact, I don't want to be enemies with you, but you know my secret. I can't let you leave alive today."

Hong Chunqiu looked down at Huang Jiuxi, like looking at a worm.

"I have inherited the orthodoxy of the beauty fairy, and the divine power cultivation is far above you. Today I will give you a decent, all self-determination, and I will leave you a whole corpse."

Hong Chunqiu's tone was full of the grandeur of the superior, majestic and invincible, as if he were in control of the overall situation.

"Hong Chunqiu, do you really think I'm a barbarian and easy to bully?"

When Huang Jiuxi heard Hong Chunqiu's words, he snorted coldly, and his eyes immediately turned out infinite fine light, and a circle of halos burst out, unexpectedly opening the heavy pupil in an instant.

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