Chapter 648: Tang Chen never disappoints people in terms of manipulating their mentality

The locked Green Demon Bull Clan was extremely strong, with green skin all over the body and muscles bulging like granite.

He stood up about ten feet tall, his eyes were cold and full of murderous intent.

As he waved his fists, a sea of ​​blood roared out, shaking the void and turning it into a deep red.

The Tyrant Weapon Prince and the Spear Master Prince did not dare to get too close, as the pressure was too great.

"Half-step Xuanxian Realm, if you can subdue me as a mount, I will have face in the dynasty."

The Tyrant Weapon Prince stared at the Green Demon Bull Clan with a hint of excitement in his eyes.

Yi Qing of the Green Demon Bull Clan snorted like thunder and said coldly: "You, the people of the Three Thousand Realms, dare to subdue me, wishful thinking!"

"Second brother, don't talk nonsense with me, first snatch the Ancient Immortal Yuanzi, then suppress me and take me as a mount!" The Spear Master Prince said in a deep voice, holding the Undead War Spear.

The original Silver Python Coiled Tomb Spear was cut in half by Tang Chen, as if holding another Xuanxian weapon.

The Overlord Prince nodded and said in a deep voice: "Ten Thousand Dao Treasure Bottle!"

The two hands slapped together like spring thunder, and a crisp sound rang out.

The blue fairy light flew up from the top of the head, and a treasure bottle was carved with images of flowers, birds, fish, insects, mountains, rivers, etc.

Boom!

The treasure bottle gushed, and the torrent of fairy energy was like a surging tide, which was about to completely submerge everything in front.

"Hum!"

Yi Qing stepped on the mountains and rivers with his feet, his body was wrapped in chains, and the ten thousand feet of green light burst in the void, and the Dao rhyme came out.

The humming sound was like the anger of the Demon Lord, shaking the sky.

The torrent of fairy energy was shaken by the humming sound and went against the current, and it was rushing towards the Spear Lord Prince.

"Tomb King, help me!"

The face of the Spear Master Prince changed drastically, and the ancient tomb behind him was shattered, and he shouted.

The ancient tomb was broken and he grasped the dead war spear, and the torrent of immortal energy was blasted, and it exploded in the void.

The two princes retreated one after another, and it seemed that they had no way to do anything to Yi Qing. The gap was a bit big!

Yi Qing looked at the two with disdain, and sneered: "It seems that the Three Thousand Realms have not made any progress in these years, and they are still as weak as before."

"Insolent! Did you say that?"

The Overlord Prince raised his sword eyebrows and scolded.

Yi Qing glanced at the ancient immortal Yuanzi in the wall behind him, and sneered: "You dare to say that you are here to take the ancient immortal Yuanzi when you can't even shake me."

"Tomb King roars!"

The Spear Master Prince tightly grasped the dead war spear, exhaled the innate immortal energy, and poured it into the ancient tomb, and said in a deep voice.

The ancient tomb cracked and finally collapsed.

The owner of the tomb was wrapped in tattered clothes, opened his huge mouth like a black hole, and roared like falling stars.

Roar!

The roar was like thunder, the earth cracked, the death swept, swallowed the life, and crushed Yi Qing deeply.

"Ha word art!"

Yi Qing's sturdy body kept retreating, the bull head twisted suddenly, and the two horns burst into supreme fairy light, like a gun stirring up the wind and clouds.

There was a strong fairy spirit in his mouth, and the word "Ha" came out, the eight wastelands were silent, and all things surrendered.

Two unique sound waves collided in the void, like a thunder bombardment, and completely exploded.

Puff!

The spear master prince vomited blood and flew out, his face was painful, and he was obviously seriously injured.

"Ten Thousand Ghosts Shura Art!"

The Tyrant Weapon Prince pinched the seal, his body burst into ghost energy, his eyes were red, and he roared.

The ground suddenly gave out scarlet water, devouring Yi Qing's feet, and some ghosts roared and grabbed the latter's body, as if to drag him into the underworld.

Yi Qing's roar was temporarily suppressed.

Seeing this, the Spear Master Prince and the Tyrant Prince rushed towards the Ancient Immortal Yuanzi without hesitation.

But, there was a figure faster than them!

It was Tang Chen!

"Thank you for your efforts." Tang Chen stretched out his hand and took the Ancient Immortal Yuanzi in his hand, turned his head and grinned.

Suddenly, the two Tyrant Princes stared and roared: "Tang Chen, you bastard!"

"Besides, I am quite interested in this bull-headed man."

Tang Chen chuckled.

His left hand shook, and the Hunyuan Qitian Stick shone with a hazy light. After swinging fiercely, it smashed into the chain covered with talismans.

Boom!

When the Hunyuan Qitian stick collided with the chain, an ancient wave burst out, shaking the eight directions.

Immortal power swept across the two people, and they retreated with a look of shock.

"Break!"

Tang Chen's Ten Thousand Emperors Supreme Technique burst out and shouted softly.

Crack!

The chain broke with a sound, releasing the Green Demon Bull from the foreign strange tribe!

"Hahahaha!"

Yi Qing laughed wildly, and his body burst into violent and vicious waves, no longer bound by the confinement of the immortals.

He turned around and shouted: "You will all be mine..."

But before Yi Qing finished speaking, Tang Chen smashed down with a stick fiercely, and he raised his fist to block it, and was pressed to kneel on the spot.

The ground cracked and smoke filled the air.

Yi Qing's expression changed slightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "No!"

"There are so many things that can't be done."

Tang Chen smiled faintly, and after suppressing Yi Qing, the world seed exerted its strength and took it in.

After the dust settled, the Tyrant Weapon Prince and the Spear Master Prince stood in the void, looking at Tang Chen with unfriendly and gloomy eyes.

"Hand over the Ancient Immortal Yuanzi, it's ours!" The Tyrant Weapon Prince's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted in a low voice.

Tang Chen looked down at the Ancient Immortal Yuanzi in the body, which was the size of a palm, crystal clear, and round, filled with fragments and fluctuations of the Great Dao.

You said cunningly: "You said it's yours? Then call it and see if it will answer you."

The Tyrant Weapon Prince and the other prince were so angry that their noses were crooked.

If the Ancient Immortal Yuanzi could speak, it would have run away long ago!

"Heavenly Palace Immortal Weapon Manual!"

The Tyrant Weapon Prince raised his head to the sky and roared with anger.

The wind and clouds gathered, gradually covering the sunlight on the sky, and the heavy and majestic momentum surged through the seven stars.

A scroll of manual stood in the air, and when it was spread out, it had a wonderful fluctuation, engraving the grand picture of the Heavenly Palace.

Buzz!

The Immortal Weapon Manual vibrated, the Tao rhyme flowed, and the swords, spears, halberds, axes, hooks and forks and other tools were suspended around the Tyrant Weapon Prince.

Tang Chen sensed this breath and nodded secretly: "This martial arts is infinitely close to the holy immortal law, and its power is not low."

"Fighting Saint Law!"

The next moment, he shouted softly.

The light of thousands of feet rose to the sky, and behind Tang Chen was also derived the Immortal Weapon Manual, and various tools evolved.

This scene made the Spear Master Prince a little stunned.

How could this person know the martial arts of his second brother?

The prince of Tyrant Weapon looked a little stunned, and then sneered: "How dare you compare the imitation method with the original one."

"Try it and you will know." Tang Chen chuckled.

The prince of Tyrant Weapon had a cold face, stretched out his hand to grasp a Panlong Spear, and shook it like a silver dragon coming out of the world, with a thousand-foot shadow, swallowing Tang Chen from top to bottom.

Tang Chen had a delicate brow, and with a move of the sword, a Thunder King Sword from among the many immortal weapons flew over, and it triggered the dawn thunder, roaring in all directions.

The Thunder King Sword danced, thunder filled the sky, and heavy rain fell, tearing everything apart.

Bang!

The Panlong Spear and Silver Dragon of the prince of Tyrant Weapon were shattered on the spot, and his body retreated violently, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and his face was full of disbelief.

"This is my martial arts, why do you use it better than me?!" His heart was almost broken, and he shouted.

Tang Chen swung the Thunder King Sword and answered seriously after thinking: "Because my talent is thousands of times stronger than yours."

Jin Zhan and Gao Dafu, who were watching the show secretly, smiled wickedly.

When it comes to playing tricks on people, Tang Chen never disappoints.