mad warrior emperor

Chapter 480

A tense and depressing atmosphere enveloped every corner of Nanhuang.

Inside the Dragon Blood Temple, inside Purple Bamboo Peak.

Surprisingly, the old chef didn't take care of those purple bamboos today, but kept staring into the distance, his eyes seemed to be able to travel through space and sweep across the world.

Boom!

Suddenly, there was a loud explosion in the sky of Dragon Blood Temple that shook the world, and the small world of Dragon Blood Temple was torn apart, as if it was about to be torn into two halves.

Suddenly, a group of demonic clouds appeared in the Dragon Blood Temple, covering the sky and the sun, covering the small world of the Dragon Blood Temple, making it look a bit gloomy.

Swish!
Swish!
At the same time, the old man opened his eyes on Sword Dao Peak, and a sharp light burst out, and the Excalibur Sword beside him vibrated violently.

"finally come!"

A deep and hoarse voice came out from the old man's mouth.

In a black hall, Le Huang, who was sitting cross-legged for a rest, also got up suddenly, walked outside the hall, looked up at the sky, his eyes were extremely serious.

Not only Yuehuang, but also the master of Longxuan Hall, Meng Qingming and other elders, deacons, and disciples of the Dragon Blood Temple, as well as Wu Quan and Chen Tianjiao from the Tiansin Mountain Range and other beast camp disciples.

This group of demonic clouds spanned two worlds, including those powerful members of the hermit family stationed outside the temple, all saw it.

At this moment, their hearts were shocked.

The aura from the magic cloud made them desperate and helpless, unable to give up any resistance.

It seems that standing firmly in the void can suppress everyone.

powerful!
too strong!
This kind of power surpasses the imperial prestige of the imperial way!
"He is supreme!"

"The law of the field, the supreme power who transforms the martial soul into a true spirit!"

The master of Longxuan Palace stared at the black cloud, and said a few words solemnly.

The supreme is the supreme of all living beings, and the inscription of the law is derived from the domain world.

Their horror is unimaginable to the world, and the inscriptions of the laws they control can turn the world upside down.

The true spirits of their martial souls can pick up the stars and take the moon, reach out to pierce the sky, and trample the ground with their feet. This is the supreme supreme, the supreme state.

In front of them, the great power of the emperor's way can be crushed easily.

"Ancient supernatural powers, you come out, if you don't come out, this deity will destroy the Dragon Blood Temple today."

A cold, bloodthirsty voice came out of the huge demonic cloud.

"what!"

Hearing this, the expressions of all the people in the Dragon Blood Temple changed drastically. There was no room for them to resist such a powerful monster.

By the way, senior ancient magic power!
Is the ancient supernatural power senior still alive?
All the disciples thought of the ancient supernatural power, the legend that existed thousands of years ago.

They all looked at Jian Dao Peak with hope, and the only person they could think of was the old man sitting cross-legged beside Zhan Shen Jian.

But at this time, the old chef left the long pavilion, stepped into the void step by step, and walked towards the cloud.

Behind him, outside the bamboo house, Henry Zhang stared closely with a pair of eyes.

"There is no movement at Jian Dao Peak."

After a while, the disciples of the Dragon Blood Temple were disappointed.

"Look at the Purple Bamboo Peak."

Suddenly, a disciple glanced at it unintentionally, stretched out a hand, pointed to the sky, and shouted loudly.

"That is……??"

"It's him, the old chef, I recognize him!"

"That's right, it's the old chef, the old chef who has been doing odd jobs in the outer hall, the old chef who has been living in Zizhu Peak and taking care of Zizhu!"

Seeing the old figure walking towards the magic cloud step by step in the sky, he recognized his identity in shock.

They are so clear about this rickety figure.

Before, many of them had bullied the old chef.

Even, among them, many people are fighting each other.

However, the old chef didn't resist at all. A strong man who can walk in the void, he just grinned. That smile is still fresh in everyone's memory.

"Ancient magical powers, you have finally appeared!"

In the magic cloud, those eyes were also watching the old chef.

Hearing the sound, the hearts of the disciples of the Dragon Blood Temple below bumped, and their eyes widened.

Is the old chef a senior with ancient supernatural powers?
That senior with ancient supernatural powers who used to silently guard the Southern Desolation?
Damn it, I am so damned!
At the beginning, he even kicked him. I am a bastard, a big bastard!
Snapped!
Snapped!
The sound of slaps kept ringing out, and those disciples who had bullied the old chef hated themselves secretly, and slapped themselves in the face.

They regret it immensely!
At this moment, they finally understood why when they humiliated and punched the old chef, the old chef didn't fight back, but responded with a grin.

A person who silently guards the Southern Wilderness and everyone else, will he fight back?

Such an old man who has guarded the Southern Desolation for thousands of years, an unrivaled powerhouse, and they actually humiliated him as an old trash and trampled on his dignity. Their behavior was simply inferior to animals, and each of them secretly cursed themselves.

In the void, the figure of the old chef was fixed in front of the black cloud, with his hands behind his back, facing the Supreme Being, his face was still as plain as before.

"Tianmozun, it turned out to be you. It seems that the Demon Temple has made up its mind this time to destroy Nanhuang, so it actually sent you out."

The old chef saw through the identity of the monster in the black cloud at a glance.

"Ancient supernatural powers, I haven't seen you for many years, I didn't expect you to recognize me."

Tian Mozun laughed loudly.

"You're not here just to reminisce about the past." The old chef said calmly.

"You are wrong. I did come here today to reminisce about the old days. I wanted to see how many of my opponents were left. But now I realize that you are the only one left. By the way, there is also Yunxiao."

"He seems to be also in the Southern Wilderness. He is mysterious, and he probably hasn't lifted the curse yet."

Tian Mozun smiled grimly.

"So what?" Gu Shentong asked.

"It means that you are alone now, and it is difficult for you to resist the power of the demon temple with your own strength. You should be clear about this. Therefore, I am here to advise you not to bury yourself just to protect these tiny grasshoppers." His life is not worth it." Tian Mozun said.

"The monsters have gone against the law and caused endless murder. Even with my crippled body, I have to seek justice for Nanhuang. If you want to fight, I will accompany you. If it is unnecessary, there is no need." Gu Shentong said lightly.

"Okay, it seems that your personality has not changed. Since you are determined to go your own way, this deity doesn't say much. It's just ten thousand years later, this deity has made some breakthroughs in cultivation, and I will compete with you."

Heavenly Demon Venerable is full of fighting spirit.

"If you want to fight, then fight." The old chef also said.

"Okay, after three months, Wangtian Peak, I'll wait for you." Tian Mozun said, Rolling Moyun withdrew from the small world, and the small world recovered, but there was a voice:
"Ancient magical powers, in March, I promise that I will not kill you Nanhuang alone in March. You and I will fight to wipe out the last hope of Nanhuang, and then slaughter Nanhuang."

(End of this chapter)