Throne of All Realms

"Then Luo Chen doesn't know how to live or die. It's not easy for your Ouyang family to start a family. Are you going to follow them to die? I advise you to release me immediately. I will intercede for you in front of grandfather later!"

Neither Li Wenjing nor Ouyang Changhong bothered to talk to him, only Ouyang Qi couldn't help humming: "Sanskrit bell, what else do you do besides relying on the power of your ancestors? You have the face to threaten others!"

Sanskrit clock's expression changed slightly, and then he snorted and said, "Okay, just keep your mouth shut! When my grandfather makes a move, even if you beg for mercy, it will be useless."

call out!

A slight and sharp whistling sound broke through the air, and soon rumbled like raging waves hitting the shore.

"Look, someone is coming!"

Among the mountain peaks, a crowd of onlookers yelled loudly. Following his shout, the void in the distance seemed to be compressed, and a dark golden passage suddenly flickered, and then a figure shot out from it, flying towards the Falling towards Xuanyue Peak.

"Grandfather! Grandfather!"

The Sanskrit clock suddenly struggled desperately, and shouted at the figure.

Startled, Li Wenjing stretched out his right hand and put five fingers firmly under his shoulders, suppressing him so much that he couldn't move, and at the same time, there was a strong solemn look in his eyes!

Swish!

The dark golden light quickly landed on the mountain peak, and the icy mountain wind blew past the peak, blowing the white linen robes of the man.

His half-gray and half-white hair was tied on the top of his head, forming a bun. His complexion was pale golden, his lips were thin, his eyebrows were long and slender, and there was a powerful force rushing towards his face between the opening and closing of his eyes. The pressure was almost suffocating— —

It was Fan Zhong, the founder of Fan Zhong City, a strong man in the Spirit Profound Realm, Fan Zhong!

At this moment, the audience was dumb, only the whistling wind was left, and none of the thousands of warriors made a sound.

Hey, Fan's heavy eyes flashed in shock, and he stared at Li Wenjing: "City Master Li, although your cultivation level is not high, you are still considered chivalrous in your conduct, so why did you do things like threatening the old master's descendants? "

As soon as these words came out, there was a whisper:

"It's no wonder that Luo Chen dared to challenge Fan Zhong. It turned out that he had detained his only grandson!"

"Hehe, let me tell you, no matter how stupid a person is, it's impossible for him to do such a stupid thing. Since he has hostages in hand, even if he loses, Fan Zhong will not dare to kill him."

"Well, that's right! I heard that Fan Zhong was severely injured in his early years, which caused his vitality to be weak, so he only has one son under his knees. If this Sanskrit clock dies again, he will have no successors!"

"It's just that it's somewhat disgusting to threaten people's descendants like this!"

Li Wenjing let the taunts and ridicule pour in like a tide, and his expression remained calm: "Old Lord Fan cherishes his grandson, and we also can't bear to see our family members suffer! It is also a helpless move to make such a bad plan. The old city master understands, it is best to retreat here, and there will be no conflict between us."

At this moment, Ouyang Changhong and the others were all staring at Fan Zhong, waiting for his answer.I was so nervous that my palms were sweating, and the depressive silence made my heart feel heavy. Suddenly——

"Hahahaha!"

Fan Zhong looked up to the sky and laughed, his beard fluttered and stabbed like a sword.The laughter stopped suddenly, and a sharp look shot out from his eyes, covering Li Wenjing: "The well water does not violate the river water? If you want me to stop, the only way out for you is to hand over Zhong'er, prostrate on the ground, and beg the old man for mercy! You still want to negotiate terms?"

Rumble!

Around his body, groups of thick earth elements suddenly emerged, surrounding his body, making him seem to be covered with a layer of golden armor!

A mighty force burst out, forcing Li Wenjing and the others to retreat again and again. At this moment, even if they were hundreds of feet away, they could feel the almost suffocating pressure.

"This, this is the power of the Spirit Profound Realm!"

At this moment, the sky was also rendered golden, and there were still elements of the earth element being drawn from afar.Among the warriors present, many of them had never seen a strong person at the Spirit Profound Realm make a move, and they couldn't help but turn pale with astonishment at this moment.

"If the old Sanskrit master doesn't agree, then I hope that Xucheng can only be smashed!" Li Wenjing is definitely not a muddleheaded person, and as soon as he said a word, the long sword in his hand immediately lay across the Sanskrit clock's neck.

After all, Fan Zhong had just entered the Lingxuan Realm, and his speed was absolutely impossible for Li Wenjing to even have a chance to strike, so this move was very threatening.

"Grandfather, save me!" Sanskrit clock's face was full of panic.

Fan Zhong's expression froze, and there was a strange look on his face, like reluctance, relief, and embarrassment. In the end, all the emotions converged into a fierce, murmured voice: "I, Fan Zhongcheng It is about to become a two-star force, and will reach the height that countless ancestors of the Fan family dreamed of. As long as the old man keeps improving, the Fan family can even be promoted to three stars!"

"As long as you reach the Profound Realm, the old man's vitality will continue, so what's the difficulty in continuing the offspring?"

The Sanskrit clock had a blank expression and didn't understand what he meant for a while.But Li Wenjing's expression had already changed, and he pulled him behind him.

"Shh!"

Fanzhong's chin suddenly raised, a savage color appeared on his cheeks, and a tremor came out from his lips: "For the glory of the Fan family, you must sacrifice!"

boom!

Taking a step forward, surrounded by golden lotuses, Fan Zhong stepped in front of the Sanskrit bell, and grabbed his left arm heavily with five fingers.

The lotus flashes!Brahma weighs eight poles!

"No!" The Sanskrit bell finally saw clearly the fierceness flashing in Naizu's eyes, and a terrifying thought flashed, his eyes widened, showing infinite panic: "No!"

puff!

Li Wenjing only felt a huge force coming from the body of the Sanskrit clock, his body couldn't help trembling, and then he was thrown high by the impact.

In his horrified eyes, under the action of two opposing forces, half of Sanskrit bell's body was torn apart, and the blood flowed into the air, and he died on the spot!

At this moment, the audience was shocked.

Countless eyes looking at the peak were full of disbelief, how cruel must Fan Zhong be to make such a move without hesitation?

Even if Li Wenjing and others wanted to break their heads, they never expected such a result to happen!As soon as they came up, their final hole cards were abolished, and without that threat, forces such as Wangxu City and Jingbo City were completely undefended treasure houses in front of Fan Zhong!

"The nine cities in this radius are destined to be unified by Fanzhong City."

Some people sighed, now that Sanskrit Zhong died, the fierce battle between Luo Chen and Fanzhong was doomed to lose.Who else can save the fate of Wang Xucheng and others?

"Ow!"

Throwing away Sanskrit bell's bloody body, Fan Zhong howled like an old ape, two tears of blood slipped from his eyes, his eyes swept across Li Wenjing and others, every word was cold to the bone: "You guys, give Zhong'er my life!"