Red Dragon Martial God

Chapter 812 Banquet Three Armies

Lin Chen and Yun Feiyang rushed over, and it was like a tiger entering the sheepfold.

A large number of Divine Transformation priest soldiers died directly, Yun Feiyang punched out, a shock wave spread several li, within the range of this several li, all creatures above the shock wave of his fist were almost directly transformed into Meat puree.

And Lin Chen is like a madman shrouded in sword qi. Wherever he passes, sword qi is agitated and barren.

“Haha…” Dongyang War God laughed, like a roc, his eyes locked on a Martial Saint taught by Yu Divine Transformation.

“Lin Chen, it’s no fun to kill these little bastards, kill their Martial Saint!” Yun Feiyang Divine Sense sound transmission, then the silhouette turned into azure light, after a few breaths, it was already here Behind a Martial Saint taught by Divine Transformation.

It was a Saint Realm early Martial Saint who fell behind when retreating because the army he was in charge of was charging ahead.

Feeling a sharp breath approaching from behind, the Martial Saint subconsciously wanted to dodge, but Yun Feiyang’s big hand with golden gloves had moved towards him and grabbed it.

As if this space was blocked, the Martial Saint instantly felt an invisible force to capture it, next moment, a big hand of Golden Soul Power was already pinching it.

“Death!”

Yun Feiyang squeezed with five fingers after lightly uttered the word “death”.

“peng!”

The Martial Saint was directly pinched into two pieces and fell to the ground with no breath.

Feng Baiyu in the camp saw this scene, her face was ashen with anger, even if the army was slaughtered, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands were killed, she would not feel heartache, but every time a Martial Saint died, That is a huge loss.

The entire Feathered Divine Dynasty army has a total of only 30 Martial Saints, and one less than one dead.

“So Martial Saint, immediately withdraw from the camp!” Feng Baiyu’s Divine Sense instantly spread to every Martial Saint’s mind,

Those Martial Saints, immediately ordered, fly to in the camp.

There are already arranged Formations in the camp, so I don’t worry that Lin Chen and Yun Feiyang will chase after them at this time…

“Kill!”

On the side of Yushen Mountain, the army rushed out, chasing and killing the army of Yu Divine Transformation, who had no morale.

This is destined to be a big win.

A quarter of an hour later, Thunder Saint Ancestor flew over. The Divine Ability in his body had recovered a little, enough for him to fly. Although he was still seriously injured, he had no worries about his life.

“Saint Ancestor!”

Seeing Thunder Saint Ancestor flying over, Yun Feiyang also turned around and flew over.

Lin Chen also flew there.

“Yun Feiyang, Lin Chen, thanks to you this time…” Thunder Saint Ancestor’s eyes flashed with excitement. At the last moment, it was Lin Chen and Yun Feiyang, pulling strongly against a crazy tide, Saved the entire Yushen Mountain, and even the entire Human Race.

“This is what we should do! Big Brother Li, let’s go back to Yushenshan first, you should take care of the injury first. I see Yu Divine Transformation teaching recently, and I don’t dare to make trouble again!” Lin Chen road.

“That’s right, Saint Ancestor, you are injured, so you should take care of your body first. Let’s go back to Yushen Mountain first!” Yun Feiyang also said.

“Okay! Bring the troops back to the camp! Tonight is a feast for the three armies!” Thunder Saint Ancestor shouted loudly. Although he was seriously injured, he still swallowed the mountains and rivers.

Below, there was an overwhelming sound of cheers, and everyone had a long-lost smile on their faces.

……

Following Lin Chen, Thunder Saint Ancestor and Yun Feiyang, the three flew to Yushen Mountain, while Hou Fei, Ye Ying and Meng Xiaoshuang followed Lin Chen behind.

Lin Chen came to Yushen Mountain, and his Divine Sense had already found the father and several Uncles.

Flying down, Lin Chen landed in front of the father.

“father!”

Lin Chen one-knee kneels, moved towards father and salutes respectfully.

“Chen’er, quick get up!” Lin Zhan quickly helped Lin Chen up, his eyes full of relief and pride.

Before Lin Chen appeared, everyone thought that Lin Chen had already died in Mount Putuo, in the hands of Feng Baiyu.

Until the amazing appearance of Lin Chen, pulling strongly against a crazy tide, the sadness in Lin Zhan and the others’ hearts has long been swept away, replaced by ecstasy and pride.

“Uncle Meng, Aunt Lan, Uncle Six, Seventh Uncle, Uncle Nine!” Lin Chen smiled and greeted Meng Qianshan, Lin Geng and the others.

“Chen’er, just come back, just come back!” Meng Qianshan smiled and looked at Lin Chen and his daughter, at this time Meng Xiaoshuang was holding Lin Chen’s arm and standing beside him , the two looked quite intimate.

And this is exactly what Meng Qianshan wanted to see.

Lin Chen is now a powerhouse of this world cream of the crop. His daughter has a very good eye, and over the years, Meng Xiaoshuang has followed Lin Chen and got a lot of opportunities. Now she is also Martial Saint , is also the great character of aloof and remote.

“Boss!”

Ye Xuan got out at some point and rushed to Lin Chen.

“Haha! Little Xuan son!”

Lin Chen laughed and hugged Ye Xuan tightly, just like ten years ago.

……

The night is as deep as water.

In the winter season, the climate is originally cold, but near Yushen Mountain, the four seasons are like spring, and Zhongling is unique, but it does not feel cold.

Even if there is a hint of coldness in the air, it has been expelled by piles of flaming bonfires.

This night was a celebration feast to reward the three armies. In the past few months of war, Yushen Mountain finally achieved a staged victory.

Lin Chen and Meng Xiaoshuang were also sitting by the bonfire. On the bonfire, large pieces of roasted meat were being roasted, and all kinds of wine were piled on the side.

At this time, Ye Ying, Hou Fei, Lin Zhan, Meng Qianshan, Wen Star River, Fu Jianqing, Ye Xuan and many other old friends or acquaintances of Lin Chen were all sitting together. People talk and laughing, occasionally touch wine together, and drink it all together.

Thunder Saint Ancestor was not present. He was seriously injured and had to be healed first. His injury was due to Feng Baiyu’s successful sneak attack. White Feather’s hand.

……

At this time, the atmosphere of the banquet of the three armies on Yushen Mountain was completely different, and on the Divine Transformation sect, all the soldiers were very low.

Feng Baiyu and Bai Zuoshi stood in the dark, looking at Yushen Mountain.

“This time, it was Lin Chen who ruined our good things. If it wasn’t for Lin Chen, we would have already defeated Yushenshan. Even if Yun Feiyang came later, it would not help.” Bai Zuo Shi hates said bitterly.

“Lin Chen has grown up!” Feng Baiyu took a deep breath, which was a fact she had to admit, but at the same time, she also had deep unwillingness in her eyes, “It’s a pity that my body, It limits my strength and makes my cultivation base unable to move forward. If my body is here, he is a little Martial Saint, and I can roll it into powder with one finger!”

“Haha…” Bai Zuozhi also smiled helplessly, “The domain master introduced our Divine Soul into this world with the secret technique, which has already determined the limit of our strength. Unless we can complete the great cause of the domain master and return to Sacred Domain…”

(End of this chapter)