Chapter 4642 Advising You to Surrender
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Du Jie De Xiao Bai
Chapter 4642 Advising You to Surrender
The voice fell.
Under the control of Qin Chen's endowment, the three-eyed Golden Crow shone with a dazzling golden glow, and charged towards Han Zhiyu.
"how is this possible!"
Han Zhiyu's heart trembled, and he couldn't believe it.
After all, Saint Physique Martial Artists, Soul Formation Masters, and Spirit Masters are extremely rare.
A saint, while cultivating the Eucharist, is also cultivating the soul?
Han Zhiyu met for the first time today.
Moreover, Qin Chen is also a third-rank spirit granter.
The endowed puppet is even more of the great saint level.
Piercing through his cold orchid flame is as easy as piercing through a piece of tofu.
Both have the same soul power, both at level 21.
In addition to the difference between the spirit-endowed puppets, the most important factor is the control of soul power.
Han Zhiyu's soul power control is only high-level clarity, while Qin Chen is already an intermediate-level flow.
Between the two, there is a difference between cloud and mud.
What's more, what Qin Chen practiced was the Soul Swallowing Spiritual Exercise, while Han Zhiyu practiced only the most popular Cangyuan Spiritual Exercise.
Han Zhiyu is weaker than Qin Chen no matter in terms of mental training, soul power control, and spirit-giving puppet.
He couldn't resist Qin Chen at all.
"Oh!"
The Three-Eyed Golden Crow knocked Han Zhiyu into the holy power barrier.
Han Zhiyu's viscera trembled, and he couldn't bear it, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"I advise you to surrender!"
Qin Chen's voice filled Han Zhiyu's ears like thunder.
The holy body of Henggong Yu suddenly rushed out, juxtaposed with the three-eyed Golden Crow, and blocked Han Zhiyu.
Both are Great Sage-level endowed dolls.
At this time, like two insurmountable mountains, Han Zhiyu felt suffocated.
Even the Seventh Hall Master was a little surprised at this moment.
People from Daosheng Mansion, Xinfodao, Xiao Family, and Gu Family were all trembling and couldn't believe it.
The Maoshan disciples also felt their hearts tremble, and at the same time, their bodies felt like blood was burning.
"Good boy."
A smile appeared on Gu Ping'an's face.
Second-rank Saint Physique Martial Artist and third-rank Spirit-Fu Master, they can really cultivate!
Even Gu Xiaoyu, who has never shown his expression, is full of surprise in his eyes at this moment.
"In the future, he will be stronger than you."
Gu Xiaoyu said.
Gu Ping'an was a little unconvinced: "Who knows what will happen in the future?"
However, I have to admit that.
It can be said that my little junior brother really made a big face for Mao Shan today.
He glanced away.
Seeing the expressions of those dead pigs on the four spaceships, a burst of joy arose in my heart.
Especially the first seat of Yuanning, the initiator.
At this time, his face was ashen.
The holy body trembled slightly.
There must be a stormy sea in my heart.
"Not surrender?"
Qin Chen waited for two breaths, unable to hear Han Zhiyu's voice, without hesitation, he immediately manipulated Henggong Yu and the Three-Eyed Golden Crow to kill them.
Han Zhiyu raised the Cloud Slashing Saber, unleashing the blood of the Han race, bursting out with soul power, trying to resist.
The power of the gold-type sage and the power of the ice-type sage flowed from the two spirit-endowing puppets.
Sharp-edged, icy cold.
Han Zhiyu's body was frozen purple, his lips were black, and his head was bleeding.
"enough!"
Yuan Ning was the first to speak angrily.
Qin Chen ignored it.
Henggong Yu and Sanmu Jinwu continued to crush Han Zhiyu.
He even threw out the Suzaku blue flame, taking the opportunity to devour the strange flame of Hanlan.
"Enough is enough! Don't you understand?"
Yuan Ning was the first to be furious.
His roar was like thunder.
The shock made many Maoshan disciples unsteady.
"boom!"
The ink duckweed hanging above Yuan Ning's head suddenly tilted.
A large amount of ink, like thunder, fell on Yuan Ning's head.
The ink is like a living thing, squirming on Yuan Ning's first seat, instantly making Yuan Ning's whole body black, and the holy prestige is visibly reduced by the naked eye.
The innate ability of ink duckweed is suppression.
"Qingliu, do you dare to do it?"
The unbearable anger in Yuan Ning's first seat could no longer be contained.
"You try it yourself?"
The voice of the Seventh Hall Master fell like a cold spring.
It made Yuanning's first seat instantly feel like being poured down by a basin of ice water.
"Han Zhiyu doesn't admit defeat, Qin Chen continues, it's reasonable."
Seven Hall Master said.
It seemed fair and just, but in fact, he was favoring Qin Chen.
After all, everyone could see that Han Zhiyu had already lost.
It is really a shame to have to openly admit defeat in public.
"I surrender!"
Han Zhiyu was about to gnash his teeth, and finally gave up.
If the fight continues, half his life will be gone.
"boom!"
With a wave of his right hand, Qin Chen inserted the Maoshan battle flag behind his back. The unique style of Maoshan rose up with the battle flag fluttering.
"Assignment."
Qin Chen bowed his hands to Han Zhiyu, and put away the three-eyed Golden Crow and Henggong Yu.
As for Suzaku Lanyan.
But in a short time, the cold orchid strange flame has been swallowed up, and they happily return to the God-swallowing crystal.
Although Hanlan Qiyan is only a first-grade Xuanhuang-level strange fire, it is still a full meal.
Xiao Shangming, Gu Shiqi, the chief seat of Yuan Ning, and Abbot Ji Yan had four people with different expressions at this moment, some were frowning, some were gloomy.
In short, the mood is particularly gloomy.
"Seventh Senior Brother!"
"Alliance!"
In the sky and plains of Maoshan.
The cries one after another resounded like thunder.
The Maoshan battle flag fluttering behind Qin Chen danced wildly with the momentum of the shouting, which seemed to represent Maoshan's posture.
Qin Chen glanced at the four spaceships, and said again: "Qin Chen, the true biography of Maoshan, please enlighten me!"
No one responded.
Yanming, Xiao Dan, and Gu Mingyue's expressions were changing at this time.
They saw Han Zhiyu's miserable appearance, how could they beat him?
"here you go."
Gu Ping'an was all smiles, looking at the four extraordinarily quiet spaceships, his heart felt even happier.
There are successors, there are successors!
Over the years, Gu Ping'an has always been the flag bearer of Maoshan.
Although Gu Ping'an was not convinced by Gu Xiaoyu's words.
But from the bottom of his heart, Gu Ping'an really hoped that someone would take over his stick and lift Maoshan's lead.
After all, as Yanming said.
He is already a figure of the previous era, and the splendor of this era is naturally created by the figures of this era.
"Please come back."
The first seat of Qingliu stretched out his hand to signal.
The four spaceships, how glorious they were when they came, and how silent they were when they left.
Seeing the four spaceships go away in disgrace, cheers shook the sky among the eighteen peaks of Maoshan.
All the Maoshan disciples felt a big breath of anger in their hearts, and they were extremely refreshed.
"Good job!"
The lion king laughed loudly and patted Qin Chen on the shoulder.
Qin Chen's expression froze, and he said with a wry smile: "You should be gentle with your actions."
"Qin Chen."
The Seventh Hall Master smiled.
"Seven Hall Masters."
Qin Chen cupped his fists respectfully and saluted.
Hall Master Seven said with a smile: "I am very happy that there are talents from generation to generation, but with great ability comes great responsibility. There is one thing that needs you to do right now."
He took out a transfer order and handed it to Qin Chen.
"The Xiaguang battlefield is in danger. Among them, the battle king of the Black Mountain battle group died a few days ago, and urgently needs the coordination of the new battle king. I decided to send you there. What do you think?"
Qin Chen took the transfer order with both hands, and immediately said: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."
(End of this chapter)
The voice fell.
Under the control of Qin Chen's endowment, the three-eyed Golden Crow shone with a dazzling golden glow, and charged towards Han Zhiyu.
"how is this possible!"
Han Zhiyu's heart trembled, and he couldn't believe it.
After all, Saint Physique Martial Artists, Soul Formation Masters, and Spirit Masters are extremely rare.
A saint, while cultivating the Eucharist, is also cultivating the soul?
Han Zhiyu met for the first time today.
Moreover, Qin Chen is also a third-rank spirit granter.
The endowed puppet is even more of the great saint level.
Piercing through his cold orchid flame is as easy as piercing through a piece of tofu.
Both have the same soul power, both at level 21.
In addition to the difference between the spirit-endowed puppets, the most important factor is the control of soul power.
Han Zhiyu's soul power control is only high-level clarity, while Qin Chen is already an intermediate-level flow.
Between the two, there is a difference between cloud and mud.
What's more, what Qin Chen practiced was the Soul Swallowing Spiritual Exercise, while Han Zhiyu practiced only the most popular Cangyuan Spiritual Exercise.
Han Zhiyu is weaker than Qin Chen no matter in terms of mental training, soul power control, and spirit-giving puppet.
He couldn't resist Qin Chen at all.
"Oh!"
The Three-Eyed Golden Crow knocked Han Zhiyu into the holy power barrier.
Han Zhiyu's viscera trembled, and he couldn't bear it, and immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood.
"I advise you to surrender!"
Qin Chen's voice filled Han Zhiyu's ears like thunder.
The holy body of Henggong Yu suddenly rushed out, juxtaposed with the three-eyed Golden Crow, and blocked Han Zhiyu.
Both are Great Sage-level endowed dolls.
At this time, like two insurmountable mountains, Han Zhiyu felt suffocated.
Even the Seventh Hall Master was a little surprised at this moment.
People from Daosheng Mansion, Xinfodao, Xiao Family, and Gu Family were all trembling and couldn't believe it.
The Maoshan disciples also felt their hearts tremble, and at the same time, their bodies felt like blood was burning.
"Good boy."
A smile appeared on Gu Ping'an's face.
Second-rank Saint Physique Martial Artist and third-rank Spirit-Fu Master, they can really cultivate!
Even Gu Xiaoyu, who has never shown his expression, is full of surprise in his eyes at this moment.
"In the future, he will be stronger than you."
Gu Xiaoyu said.
Gu Ping'an was a little unconvinced: "Who knows what will happen in the future?"
However, I have to admit that.
It can be said that my little junior brother really made a big face for Mao Shan today.
He glanced away.
Seeing the expressions of those dead pigs on the four spaceships, a burst of joy arose in my heart.
Especially the first seat of Yuanning, the initiator.
At this time, his face was ashen.
The holy body trembled slightly.
There must be a stormy sea in my heart.
"Not surrender?"
Qin Chen waited for two breaths, unable to hear Han Zhiyu's voice, without hesitation, he immediately manipulated Henggong Yu and the Three-Eyed Golden Crow to kill them.
Han Zhiyu raised the Cloud Slashing Saber, unleashing the blood of the Han race, bursting out with soul power, trying to resist.
The power of the gold-type sage and the power of the ice-type sage flowed from the two spirit-endowing puppets.
Sharp-edged, icy cold.
Han Zhiyu's body was frozen purple, his lips were black, and his head was bleeding.
"enough!"
Yuan Ning was the first to speak angrily.
Qin Chen ignored it.
Henggong Yu and Sanmu Jinwu continued to crush Han Zhiyu.
He even threw out the Suzaku blue flame, taking the opportunity to devour the strange flame of Hanlan.
"Enough is enough! Don't you understand?"
Yuan Ning was the first to be furious.
His roar was like thunder.
The shock made many Maoshan disciples unsteady.
"boom!"
The ink duckweed hanging above Yuan Ning's head suddenly tilted.
A large amount of ink, like thunder, fell on Yuan Ning's head.
The ink is like a living thing, squirming on Yuan Ning's first seat, instantly making Yuan Ning's whole body black, and the holy prestige is visibly reduced by the naked eye.
The innate ability of ink duckweed is suppression.
"Qingliu, do you dare to do it?"
The unbearable anger in Yuan Ning's first seat could no longer be contained.
"You try it yourself?"
The voice of the Seventh Hall Master fell like a cold spring.
It made Yuanning's first seat instantly feel like being poured down by a basin of ice water.
"Han Zhiyu doesn't admit defeat, Qin Chen continues, it's reasonable."
Seven Hall Master said.
It seemed fair and just, but in fact, he was favoring Qin Chen.
After all, everyone could see that Han Zhiyu had already lost.
It is really a shame to have to openly admit defeat in public.
"I surrender!"
Han Zhiyu was about to gnash his teeth, and finally gave up.
If the fight continues, half his life will be gone.
"boom!"
With a wave of his right hand, Qin Chen inserted the Maoshan battle flag behind his back. The unique style of Maoshan rose up with the battle flag fluttering.
"Assignment."
Qin Chen bowed his hands to Han Zhiyu, and put away the three-eyed Golden Crow and Henggong Yu.
As for Suzaku Lanyan.
But in a short time, the cold orchid strange flame has been swallowed up, and they happily return to the God-swallowing crystal.
Although Hanlan Qiyan is only a first-grade Xuanhuang-level strange fire, it is still a full meal.
Xiao Shangming, Gu Shiqi, the chief seat of Yuan Ning, and Abbot Ji Yan had four people with different expressions at this moment, some were frowning, some were gloomy.
In short, the mood is particularly gloomy.
"Seventh Senior Brother!"
"Alliance!"
In the sky and plains of Maoshan.
The cries one after another resounded like thunder.
The Maoshan battle flag fluttering behind Qin Chen danced wildly with the momentum of the shouting, which seemed to represent Maoshan's posture.
Qin Chen glanced at the four spaceships, and said again: "Qin Chen, the true biography of Maoshan, please enlighten me!"
No one responded.
Yanming, Xiao Dan, and Gu Mingyue's expressions were changing at this time.
They saw Han Zhiyu's miserable appearance, how could they beat him?
"here you go."
Gu Ping'an was all smiles, looking at the four extraordinarily quiet spaceships, his heart felt even happier.
There are successors, there are successors!
Over the years, Gu Ping'an has always been the flag bearer of Maoshan.
Although Gu Ping'an was not convinced by Gu Xiaoyu's words.
But from the bottom of his heart, Gu Ping'an really hoped that someone would take over his stick and lift Maoshan's lead.
After all, as Yanming said.
He is already a figure of the previous era, and the splendor of this era is naturally created by the figures of this era.
"Please come back."
The first seat of Qingliu stretched out his hand to signal.
The four spaceships, how glorious they were when they came, and how silent they were when they left.
Seeing the four spaceships go away in disgrace, cheers shook the sky among the eighteen peaks of Maoshan.
All the Maoshan disciples felt a big breath of anger in their hearts, and they were extremely refreshed.
"Good job!"
The lion king laughed loudly and patted Qin Chen on the shoulder.
Qin Chen's expression froze, and he said with a wry smile: "You should be gentle with your actions."
"Qin Chen."
The Seventh Hall Master smiled.
"Seven Hall Masters."
Qin Chen cupped his fists respectfully and saluted.
Hall Master Seven said with a smile: "I am very happy that there are talents from generation to generation, but with great ability comes great responsibility. There is one thing that needs you to do right now."
He took out a transfer order and handed it to Qin Chen.
"The Xiaguang battlefield is in danger. Among them, the battle king of the Black Mountain battle group died a few days ago, and urgently needs the coordination of the new battle king. I decided to send you there. What do you think?"
Qin Chen took the transfer order with both hands, and immediately said: "Being respectful is worse than obeying orders."
(End of this chapter)
