But these venerable real gangsters cannot hold on to their vitality, and their true gang power is greatly reduced. If they want to fly tens of thousands of miles, I am afraid it will take more than half a day.

With them, it is purely a drag.

"Don't dare, don't dare."

"Young Master Chen should go first, and I'll catch up later."

Hearing the words, the three Venerables opened their mouths in succession, showing a hint of respect.

"Okay, three take care!"

Chen Qingyu nodded slightly, and immediately transformed into a thunderbolt electric light, whistling, towards the place where the white spiritual light was, and galloped away quickly.

Escape all the way:

He crossed a large swath of dark wilderness, and saw a lot of messy tall buildings, basically dilapidated, collapsed and piled on the ground.

In the darkness, thousands of sparks flickered, and many rays of light were still moving around, converging towards a strong person.

But at the same time:

There were also some sparks of light that suddenly went out and disappeared without a trace.

Whenever Chen Qingyu found a light that was extinguished, his heart sank, and his expression became more and more solemn:

"Another Venerable suddenly went crazy, attacked the rest of the Venerable, and killed each other."

"At this rate... these thousands of Venerables, I am afraid that more than 90% of them will die before they all gather."

With a heavy heart, he slightly accelerated his escape and galloped towards his destination.

........

Somewhere in dark space.

"Bang!"

Wang Pojun was thrown heavily on the ground, his face was pale and his body was wounded.

His whole body was bound by a glowing chain, unable to move.

"Envoy!"

An old man with gray beard respectfully faced the back in front of him, bowed deeply, and said in a low voice:

"People have been found and brought to you."

"Oh?"

The figure in front of him slowly turned his head and cast his gaze.

He was tall and straight, wearing a black robe with colorful threads embroidered on the edge, wearing a golden mask, simple and majestic.

And through the holes in the golden mask, he could see his eyes, a thrilling blood red.

"The inheritor of the Heavenly Sword Saint King is really a pleasant surprise."

The man wearing the golden mask let out an unintelligible chuckle.

"Pooh!"

Wang Pojun spit out **** spit and stared at him coldly:

"You are the mastermind behind all this?"

"And you..."

His eyes swept over the figure standing respectfully in the distance, surrounded by people in black robes and masks, his eyes became more and more cold:

"Okay, very good!"

"Unexpectedly, those of us, who claim to be smart, have been played by your 18 alliances from beginning to end!"

"You guys are really big, and you can actually mobilize the wild beasts!"

After speaking, he paused and sneered:

"But you don't have to be complacent."

"When the ancestors of the Wang family find this place, all of you rats in the gutter will be wiped out!"

The black-robed masked man shook his head and said lightly:

"A dead duck can't save your life."

"Today is your day of death."

As he spoke, he raised his chin slightly and said casually:

"Draw out his divine soul, re-engraved the inheritance of the Holy King, and then kill him."

"Yes!"

The gray-haired Tian rushed to the Supreme Being and responded immediately.

He stood up, strode towards Wang Pojun, and with a flash of light in his hand, he was about to pull out his soul.

"..."

At this moment, Wang Pojun's eyes instantly became extremely calm.

His anger, sneer, and sarcasm just now disappeared without a trace.

"Damn you!"

Next moment:

As Wang Pojun's thoughts moved, a sword-qi talisman with a dazzling white light suddenly rose from his body.

"boom!"

The endless terrifying sword qi surged out like a torrent!

This is Wang Pojun's trump card!

He is also the top genius in the world, the leader of the younger generation of the Wang family. Before walking the world, there was naturally a high-level Wang family who gave him a life-saving treasure.

This sword energy is enough to seriously injure or even kill a powerful person in the Divine Treasure Realm.

He worked hard and was deliberately captured by the Heaven Chong Shang Zun who joined the Zhang clan, just to come here, see the main messenger behind the scenes, and kill all these people!

"Die!"

In Wang Pojun's eyes, there was a trace of cold murderous intent.

However:

Such a vast and powerful sword energy was actually blocked!

The black-robed man with the golden mask just raised his hand lightly, and immediately an invisible power descended, blocking the sword qi stubbornly!

"This...."

Wang Pojun's expression changed, and there was a hint of shock in his eyes.

He didn't expect that a sword that was enough to seriously injure the great power of the Divine Treasure Realm could be easily blocked by this person.

"hehe...."

The golden-masked man chuckled, and there was a hint of mockery in his voice:

"You think we are all fools, can't you guess that you, such as Tianjiao, will have a life-saving trump card?"

As soon as this statement came out:

The people from the eighteen alliances around them all burst into laughter.

Facing the sword light, they seemed to have expected it long ago, and no one was panicked at all. At this moment, looking at Wang Pojun's eyes was like looking at a funny clown.

"..."

Wang Pojun was silent, his heart fell straight to the bottom of the valley.

"Pity."

The man with the golden mask said leisurely:

"If you directly activate this sword talisman when he finds you, kill him and then escape, maybe you really have a chance to survive and escape."

"However, with a sword talisman, you dare to enter the Longtan alone and fall to your death."

When he said this, he paused and snorted:

"People like you have a common shortcoming, that is, you are overconfident, so arrogant."

"You think you are the protagonist of destiny, but in fact, you are nothing."

After saying something:

He waved his hand sullenly, and said casually:

"Go ahead."

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"Yes!"

The old man responded with a sound, and immediately stretched out his palm, and in the flash of aura, he grabbed towards Wang Pojun.

Under this blow, Wang Pojun's soul will be drawn out!

However:

"Wow!"

The majestic sword energy that filled the sky seemed to sense that Wang Pojun was in a dangerous situation.

In an instant:

There were 10,800 sword qi in the sky, and it turned into a light curtain of sword qi.

"Bang!"

The aura of the old man's display hit the sword light curtain and was instantly defeated.

He couldn't help groaning, took a half step back, and there was a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, obviously having suffered backlash.

"This...."

He looked at the sword-qi light curtain in surprise, and the people from the 18 alliances around him also rioted slightly.

"Your Honor, this is..."

The old man turned his head and looked at the black-robed man wearing a golden mask.

"Humph!"

The golden masked man, seeing this scene, let out a cold snort of unknown meaning:

"interesting."

"It seems that the owner of the sword talisman given to this person is not ordinary, but the supreme power in the Zhoutian realm, and the magical power has reached the point of spiritual self-generation."

"If it is stronger, I am afraid that I can take this person and break through the belly of this snake and escape."

When the old man heard this, his expression changed slightly:

"Envoy, what should we do now?"

"What are you panicking about?"

The man in the golden mask glanced at him, and suddenly raised his palm and pressed it.

Above the sky, a majestic and vast power suddenly pressed down, and the light curtain that turned the sword current was firmly pressed in place.

"This...."

Wang Pojun's expression changed slightly.

He could keenly feel that the light curtain of sword qi that was protecting him seemed to be under enormous pressure, and the power contained in it was being scattered all the time.

If this goes on, the sword gas light curtain will collapse sooner or later!

"Zhou Tianjing's supreme and powerful supernatural power is certainly tyrannical, but at this moment it is water without a source, and its successor is powerless."

The man in the golden mask looked at Wang Pojun and said lightly: