1392: C1392 Roc feather

C1392 Roc feather

"Brother Chu Chen, this is the supreme treasure of my Cracked Sky Clan, the Nine Divine Grass.

Different Azure Wolf Clans, Huo Qi Clans, and Sky Cracking Clan Ancestor, they had already prepared a treasure. When Chu Chen came to retrieve it, it was very clear that the Heaven Cracking Clan ancestor had received news that both the Azure Wolf and Huo Qi Clans were no match for him, so what if he, the Cleaving Sky Clan, had prepared a treasure in advance and begged Chu Chen to spare him.

"The Nine Spirits Grass is indeed a good item. It belongs to the category of heavenly and earthly treasures." The monk didn't have any objections, "This clan doesn't have anything good. The Nine Spirits Grass is fine as well."

Although the Cracked Sky Clan was not as powerful as the Huo Qi Clan or the Azure Wolf Clan, they were after all, not worth mentioning in his eyes. But, it was true that the opposing party's cultivation, was either at the peak of the Saint realm or an expert that had surpassed the Sacred Martial Stage, and had lived for who knows how long, a mere Cracked Sky Clan like him was not worth mentioning.

After putting away the Nine Godly Grass, Chu Chen headed to his next destination, the Golden Lion Clan!

This demon clan had deep enmity with Chu Chen. had massacred the Golden Lion Clan disciples before, and later on, the Golden Lion that had a grudge with him in the small world appeared and became the genius of the Golden Lion Clan, killed by the little wolf.

Chu Chen had thought that it would take some effort before he could threaten Patriarch Golden Lion, but when they arrived, Patriarch Golden Lion took the initiative to offer up a treasure. Just like the Sky Cracking Race, Patriarch Golden Lion knew that he could not resist it.

Chu Chen was overjoyed. After he intimidated them for a while, he rushed into the sky.

The only thing he was afraid of was not Chu Chen, but the person at Chu Chen's side. Just his aura alone was unbearable.

In just a few short days, Chu Chen went through over a dozen of demon clan members, without exception, and these demon clan members were quite sensible, handing over their clan's treasures, afraid that Chu Chen would start a massacre.

On the sixth day, Chu Chen came to the Roc Clan. This was another famous demon clan that had roamed the world since ancient times. The Roc Ancestor's cultivation had also reached an extremely high realm.

The Kun Peng ancestor was not so willing to hand over the treasure. He didn't choose to attack the monk, but suddenly wanted to kill Chu Chen.

The scheming ancestor Kun Peng seemed to have noticed something amiss, and was preparing to kill Chu Chen. As for the ascetic, he paid no heed to him.

The ascetic monk had already agreed beforehand that he would not help Chu Chen kill people. He was only willing to accompany him once, and had taken the initiative to ask for treasures for Chu Chen earlier.

"Patriarch Roc, if you dare make a move, then I'll make sure your Roc Clan ceases to exist today!"

Chu Chen's eyes turned cold, he suddenly shouted, hoping to intimidate the other party.

"If you want me to hand over the treasure, it will depend on you, Chu Chen. Whether you have the strength to make me submit." Although Ancestor Kun Peng was wary, he still wanted to give it a try. Otherwise, if he wasn't willing to be blackmailed by Chu Chen, it would be a gamble.

As the sound of his voice faded, the Kun Peng Ancestor unleashed his Kun Peng sacred art. A silhouette of a Kun Peng shot out from his body, blotting out the sky and blotting out the sun. What followed was the terrifying power of law.

Chu Chen's pupils constricted. The Kun Peng ancestor's cultivation was extremely strong, and if he didn't attack, he wouldn't be able to withstand more than a few moves.

"You have a strand of true Kun Peng blood in you, but it's incomplete. The Kun Peng from back then was able to sweep through heaven and earth. Even I didn't dare to act so rashly. As his descendant, who knows how many generations he's been through, do you dare to be this rude?"

Chu Chen had already decided to use his Bronze Battleship to attack them, the monk's voice finally came. At the same time, a large hand came slapping over, surging with the exact same aura as the Kun Peng ancestor.

"This is the Kun Peng's battle skill!"

"Who the hell are you? How did you learn the battle skill of my Roc Clan?"

Patriarch Kun Peng's heart trembled as he stared fearfully at the monk.

He had originally thought that Chu Chen and the monk had some sort of agreement, thus, during the entire process of arriving at the demon race, the monk did not actually kill the enemy at all. It was precisely because he saw through this strangeness that Kun Peng Ancestor dared to make a move against Chu Chen. He didn't expect that he would be stopped, which also meant that his deduction wasn't correct. Even if the two of them had made a promise, the monk would probably not allow anyone to kill Chu Chen. With such a terrifying powerhouse blocking them, killing Chu Chen was almost impossible.

"Like I said, back then, your Kun Peng ancestor roamed the world, and even he didn't dare to act rashly in front of me. This battle skill is proof that I recognize him."

The Ascetic Practice Monk's words didn't end with a shocking death. It leaked out his acquaintance with the Kun Peng's ancestor. The Kun Peng Ancestor's eyes widened when he heard this; it was truly astonishing. Could it be that the person before him had lived for 10,000 years?

This... Patriarch Kun Peng was unable to continue to ponder this matter.

"It's a one-sided story, don't even think about convincing me, now that everyone wants to kill Chu Chen, even if your esteemed self's cultivation is terrifying beyond belief, you cannot protect Chu Chen."

The Kun Peng ancestor continued. He wanted to test just how determined the ascetic monk was to protect Chu Chen.

"This is my fated person. Killing my fated person is equal to killing me. Since I am here, I will not let him die. "On the fact that you are the descendant of the Kun Peng, let go of your obsession."0

The monk spoke, calm and unperturbed. His words were powerful enough to destroy the last bit of the Kun Peng Ancestor's fantasies.

Kill into Chu Chen, if we kill him, he is here, and Chu Chen will not die.

How could the Kun Peng ancestor not understand the meaning behind these words? The so-called obsession was to resist, to make the ascetic monk give up on resisting.

Unwilling, but helpless, Patriarch Kun Peng coldly snorted. "Fine!" Chu Chen waved his hand and threw out an item.

"This is the Kun Peng's precious treasure, the Kun Peng's precious feather. From now on, Chu Chen will write off our grudge!" After speaking, the Kun Peng ancestor turned around and left. This was the precious feather left behind by the Kun Peng ancestor, and it contained immense power. It didn't even have a grasp on the Crown Prince Kun Peng. It could be seen that the Kun Peng ancestor had spent a lot.

"Roc's Feather." Chu Chen muttered, he opened up his palm, revealing a black feather that looked like a sharp sword, containing a terrifying Qi.

"It really is a good treasure." Chu Chenlu exposed a satisfied smile, in the next few days, Chu Chen roamed the various large demon clans, causing everyone to be terrified, especially those who had enmity with Chu Chen, who were willing to give him everything they had, and beg for mercy.

Deterrence was one thing, but that did not mean that Chu Chen did not know how to kill. In the past few days, hundreds of people had died in his hands.

These people, were all people who formed an alliance to kill Chu Chen after he disappeared. There wasn't a single saint, and their highest cultivation was Heavenly Martial Stage. That was why Chu Chen acted fearlessly.

Chu Chen travelled throughout the lands, and according to the information he obtained, he massacred one alliance after another, and mercenary groups after groups.

In ten days, a total of ten great alliances were destroyed by Chu Chen, a total of 5200 people, all of them dead! In addition to the fifteen large mercenary squads, they had a total of eight thousand men. All of them had died!

There were a total of thirty-five people who were experts in Heavenly Martial Stage, and an uncountable number of martial artists in the Martial Ancestor Realm.

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