Chapter 873 Could it be that... we are the ones who are useless?

In the sky, a distant and clear voice resounded, full of orders and scolding, as if educating the pets beside him.

After many people noticed this fluctuation, they couldn't help but change color. How many ancestral fairyland masters came?

"These are two... No, three ancestral fairyland masters!"

"Good guy, this time they really want to destroy the entire Baipiao Xianjiao."

"They know that the Tang Sect will not surrender, so they can kill them directly!"

The onlookers were even more shocked when they saw it.

For a Baipiao Xianjiao, three ancestral fairyland masters were mobilized. It can be said to be cruel and ruthless.

Jin Liezhang sneered: "You old guys are really shameless. No wonder you can't make further progress."

"Senior, since you are from the Jin family, I won't bother with you. Otherwise, I will kill you with one hand." Another ancestral fairyland master said indifferently.

But just as this person finished speaking, a voice exploded in the sky: "Is that so! But you don't think so."

The purple light was vast, and the blood was surging, rolling over and over like a raging wave on the nine layers of the nine layers.

This might alone made countless cultivators breathe heavily, as if they were suppressed.

The tall and strong figure appeared, it was Jin Xiaoba of the Jin family!

Jin Xiaoba's black hair was dancing wildly, and his square face showed a knife-like determination, and his pupils were cold and clear, as deep as the vast starry sky.

"Want to fight? I'll fight with you!"

He grinned, like a human-shaped Tyrannosaurus Rex.

The three ancestors of the Immortal Realm and the two of them faced Jin Xiaoba as if they were facing a great enemy.

This is one of the ancestors of Cang Xiaoba's blood, and they dare not neglect him at all.

A moment of hesitation or carelessness would definitely kill the two of them on the spot.

There was still one strong man in the ancestral fairyland left, his feathers were gray, as old as rocks, and he had a strange sense of vicissitudes in his eyes.

Its wings covered the ground, and its sharp eyes were indifferent and ruthless, overlooking Tang Chen.

"This is the ancestor Shi Peng, the ancestor of the Qingyue Peng clan." Jin Liezhang said in a deep voice.

Jin Zhan's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and he wanted to try the battle between the holy fairyland and the ancestral fairyland.

The broad and huge wings of the ancestor Shi Peng danced, and the wind swept, disturbing the ground, and said indifferently: "Tang Chen, I will only give you one chance, hand it over or not, otherwise I will destroy you."

"You are really shameless to oppress a cursed person with the ancestral fairyland." The eleventh ancestor of the real Qilin clan sneered.

Ancestor Shi Peng seemed to raise a hint of sarcasm on his lips, saying: "The weak can never keep the treasures they get. This is the common sense of the ancient times. Blame him for not having the ability."

Everyone was angry. Is this what a strong man in the ancestral fairyland can say?

"You are right. I agree with this." Tang Chen raised his eyes and looked at Ancestor Shi Peng, smiling lightly.

He shook his head slightly at the women and walked away slowly, looking seriously ill, coughing up blood from time to time.

Tang Chen's pale face exuded a faint morbid beauty. He put on the infinite gloves and faced Ancestor Shi Peng directly.

Everyone was even more shocked when they saw this scene. He dared to fight Ancestor Shi Peng with the curse of the Ten Commandments?

The women knew the man's ability, but they had to fight at this time.

When Shi Peng saw Tang Chen coming towards him, he said coldly, "That's your attitude, right?"

"Today, anyone who attacks my Baicao Immortal Sect must pay the price." Tang Chen grinned.

He pretended to be cursed in order to play the pig and eat the tiger, and harvest the leeks of such a large group of people.

So even Shi Peng didn't see that Tang Chen was gradually recovering.

Boom!

Shi Peng's pupils were cold, and his gray wings shook and expanded again.

It swung fiercely, as if it turned into two swords that cut off the universe.

The green light flickered, from dim to bright, and bloomed, like a qualitative change of power in a process.

The void shook violently, it was terrifying!

This attack was not something that an ordinary Saint Immortal Realm strongman could resist.

But Tang Chen held the Infinity Gauntlet in his hand, and the weakened version of the power gem burst into a dazzling and dazzling purple divine light, his body was plump, and his demeanor was restored to its original state.

He took a step without any fancy moves and punched straight ahead, his mighty divine power spread out like a carpet.

Boom!

The ground shook, yin and yang turned upside down, and the brilliant rainbow exploded in the void.

The huge body of Shi Peng Patriarch was shaken and fell backwards, revealing an incredible expression.

On the other hand, Tang Chen coughed lightly, looking like he was terminally ill.

This moment made countless cultivators completely confused. Is this still a sick ghost?

How can a sick ghost fight more fiercely than them!

Shi Peng Patriarch exclaimed: "You...are not cursed!?"

He doubted it very much, otherwise how could Tang Chen still have such a strong jumping combat power?

Boom!

The Ten Commandments Curse blocked all the movements of Tang Chen's body, and only a very weak immortal energy was rippling.

"Frog in the well, I am cursed, but that doesn't mean I can't fight." He said softly with a hint of mockery on his morbidly beautiful face.

The eyes of the Shi Peng Patriarch were uncertain, and finally he saw the infinite gauntlet and realized that it was helping Tang Chen.

Its beak opened slightly, breathing in the breath of the earth, and whistled: "Blood Peng Ancestral Art!"

Blood-colored meridians spread on the surface of the gray wings of the Shi Peng Patriarch, and the majestic demon blood was surging wildly, blazing and fierce, and the body was growing wildly.

The entire sky was illuminated by its blood-colored light, like a volcanic magma erupting, extremely terrifying.

Tang Chen opened his eyes and looked at Patriarch Shi Peng indifferently. The blood in his body was also violent, spreading like a sea of ​​blood.

He slowly raised his arm, shook the ground, and turned into a nine-headed elephant.

The divine elephant stepped on the void, chanting yin and yang, and poured into Tang Chen's right arm.

With the Nine Elephants in his arms, his combat power is growing in an earth-shaking sublimation.

"Nine Elephant Ancestral Techniques!"

Tang Chen's black hair was dancing at this moment, his illness was gone, and he was glowing with his former beauty. His arms contained the divine power of nine elephants, and he stepped into the void with a violent explosion.

roar!

The fist is like a wave, and the sound of the elephant shakes the sky.

The terrifying iron fist contains nine levels of domineering power, and it spreads wildly, drowning everything.

Ancestor Shi Peng's heart trembled, it was actually an ancestral skill.

It roared angrily: "Peng Yi breaks the three realms!"

The Blood Peng Ancestral Technique enhanced the spirit of the ancestor Shi Peng to the extreme, and his combat power soared.

One wing was raised high, revealing a gray and blood-colored mysterious light. It fell down, as if the three realms were cut open, and a ray of chaotic light appeared.

Rumble…

The brilliant ancestral power was annihilated, shattered, and finally exploded completely in the eyes of countless people.

None of the Taoist principles and talismans there survived.

With a click, Patriarch Shi Peng's wings made a sound of fracture, and blood flowed.

Tang Chen was also retreating violently, with a hint of scarlet at the corner of his mouth, adding a touch of sadness to his morbid beauty.

At this moment, many people were completely stunned.

Why can a person cursed by the Ten Commandments be so domineering and ferocious, and still be able to fight against powerful men from the Ancestral Immortal Realm?

"Could it be that...we are the losers?"

The cultivator murmured to himself and questioned himself.