Chapter 143 There is no Saint in the Eastern Region!

Chapter 143 There is no Saint in the Eastern Region!

Boom!

With a step forward.

Breaking free from the particle space.

The outside world.

The Buddhist disciple of Ruo Chan Temple had a smile on his face, and his hands were raised to show a smile. He could guess what happened in the particle space. Since the master uncle had sacrificed this particle, he was destined to kill everyone and would not allow anyone to walk out alive. He also smiled and said: "Amitabha, I congratulate the master uncle. It seems that the progress is much faster than expected!"

However.

There was no response around.

There was only dead silence.

The Buddhist disciple of Ruo Chan Temple also opened his eyes, but when he opened his eyes, he saw an old man in a green shirt standing there quietly, staring at a grain of dust that had cracked. He said with some regret: "It's just a disposable item, it's a pity, if it can be used a few more times, it would be better!"

Pop!

The particle disintegrated.

Turned into debris.

Scattered with the wind.

Just like the heart of the Buddhist disciple of Ruo Chan Temple, it was cold.

"Where is my master!" The saint of Nan Tian Temple also trembled. The particle space was broken, and only one figure came out. What about the others?

Three-legged golden crow.

Lion.

Black dragon.

These three fierce monsters were also stunned. The wildness on their bodies disappeared instantly. They were as obedient as cats, crawling there, but their eyes were filled with fear and confusion. Three people holding treasures entered the particle space to hunt down Chu Xun. How could the final result be like this?

"Is it him?" Chu Xun waved his sleeves calmly, and three things were safely suspended in the air: bronze tripod, stone tower, and demon-subduing staff.

"Puff!"

Suddenly, the people who had been holding a glimmer of hope were completely desperate. Even the treasure was lost, so what was the ending? What frightened them was how Chu Xun did it?

"Cough!"

"Cough cough!"

The old man of Tianji Sect was not dead yet, but he was not far away. There was a scar as big as a bowl on his chest, but when he saw Chu Xun's figure, his desperate eyes were still happy, and he murmured: "I knew it, I knew it...!" From knowing Chu Xun to creating miracles again and again, he knew that the latter would definitely win.

Chu Xun's eyes were filled with regret when he looked at him. The old man of Tianji Sect had reached the end of his life. He was injured when the Tianji Disk was robbed. Now he was burning his life essence in the siege. He was still no match for his opponent even if he was forced to revive. Now he was left with only a broken body. Even if he was not dead, he would not live long.

He looked around again.

The old farmer was nowhere to be seen.

"He's dead!" The old man of Tianji Sect coughed dryly. Earlier, the saint of Shenxing Sect saw that he was too weak to make any waves, so he joined forces with three monsters to kill the old farmer first. Even though he died in the desperate resistance, he was taken care of later. If Chu Xun was a little later, he would have the same ending.

"How... is it possible!"

"How can you win!"

If we talk about the most desperate.

It is undoubtedly the saint of Shenxing Sect.

He tried his best to force a connection with the outside world, even at the cost of his dignity. However, he still couldn't kill Chu Xun under such circumstances. This made him despair and even a little afraid. According to Chu Xun's soaring speed, even if the Great Saint Zhenwu was free to deal with him, could the Great Saint Zhenwu still kill him at that time?

"It's time to understand all this!" Chu Xun's eyes were gentle and sharp. The Saint of the Divine Movement Sect had provoked him again and again. He had no time to deal with him before, but now he should settle accounts.

"No!"

"I won't die in your hands!"

The Saint of the Divine Movement Sect roared with a ferocious face, and a terrifying and terrible aura permeated his body, but he suddenly turned around and stared at the Buddhist son of Ruochan Temple and the Saint of Nantian Temple. The latter's mind suddenly trembled, and a strong fear filled his heart.

The Saint of the Divine Movement Sect had a ferocious face and murderous eyes and said fiercely: "Two little bastards, do you really think that you can play with the saints at your fingertips with the cultivation of the Human Emperor Realm? I tell you, you don't deserve it!"

The last four words were almost roaring.

"What are you going to do!" The conceited Buddhist disciples of Ruo Chan Temple trembled.

"What to do!"

"Of course I'm going to kill you!"

The murderous aura of the Saint of the Shenxing Sect was boiling. He knew that he would die, but he had to kill these two little brats before he died. He was a saint, and even if he was no match for the outsiders, you two were not worthy of being laughed at and used like dogs?

"No!"

The Saint of the Nantian Temple.

The Buddhist disciples of Ruo Chan Temple were all full of fear.

But they had no power to fight back under the saint.

"Bang!"

The big hand pinched down.

He pinched the two to death happily.

The Saint of the Shenxing Sect looked at the direction where the Saint of the Holy Fire Sect fell with some regret. It was a pity that this little brat was killed by Chu Sheng, otherwise he would have wanted to pinch him to death with a slap. He was a saint of the East Region who encountered so many grievances, how could he be a dog obediently? Then he looked at Chu Xun happily and laughed: "I will not die in your hands, even if it is killed by the formation, it is not your turn!"

Boom!

He rushed forward resolutely.

Triggered the formation.

Above the sky.

A huge red sword fell from the sky.

"Puff!"

It penetrated his body from the top of his head and stabbed him into the ground. The next moment, endless sword intent burst out, tearing his body into pieces, leaving no bones intact, and he died instantly.

The old man of Tianji Sect was trembling with joy at the other party's misfortune and endless sorrow and joy. In a few short years, the East Region has undergone earth-shaking changes, and the six saints of the East Region have all died.

Xia Yang of Donglin Sect.

Mu Hong, the saint of Xiandao Sect.

Chu Zun, the saint of Zhenwu Sect.

The old woman of Shennv Sect.

The saint of Shenxing Sect.

And the old farmer who practiced as a casual cultivator.

All of them fell, even if he still had some remaining light, which was a last glimmer of light. He looked at Chu Xun who was standing there peacefully, and said softly and solemnly: "Chu Sheng, I am leaving too. The future of the East Region is in your hands!"

"Yes!" Chu Xun nodded gently.

The old man of Tianji Sect nodded with a smile. From this moment on, there was no saint in the East Region except Chu Xun!

Boom!

Another saint passed away.

Fell in front of him.

And in front of him.

There were only three monsters, crawling there, not daring to breathe.

...

...

Outside.

East Region City.

But it was very lively. There were only a few days left before the opening of the East Region Academy. The number of geniuses and people watching the excitement reached a peak. Even if East Region City was just built, it could not bear such a large flow of people.

The leader of Fuyue Sect walked out of the inn, looking at the dense crowds on the street, and could also imagine the peak event in two days. He whispered: "In a few days, the two heroes of the East Region will face each other, and the sun will be in the sky!"

An elder beside him said: "Hasn't anyone from Donglin Sect come yet?"

"No!"

The leader of Fuyue Sect had a strange look in his eyes, and said to himself: "But I heard that Donglin Sect's senior brother Jiang Chen has returned from traveling in the outside world, and he will not miss this feast!"

"Jiang Chen!"

Everyone who heard it was stunned.

This name is extremely familiar.

Young Supreme.

Suppressing the same generation.

Unparalleled elegance.

On the street.

A beautiful woman's face turned pale when she heard this name. Back then, they were both extremely charming in Donglin Sect, one was a man and the other was a woman. They were regarded as a golden boy and a jade girl by countless people, but she looked down on Jiang Chen. Now, not long after, Jiang Chen has become an unattainable figure, and she, Ye Qingcheng, has fallen to the point of coming to the East Region Academy to study.

A pair of beautiful eyes also showed determination, secretly biting silver teeth, and said: "Other holy places in the East Region dare not accept me, and this East Region Academy is not one of them. With the resources of external forces, I can quickly reach the peak with my talent, and I may catch up with him. I want to see if he will regret it!"

In the crowd.

Ye Chen was also mixed in, with a smug look on his face. He escaped after the destruction of the Xiandao Sect and traveled around the East Region. Now his cultivation has unknowingly reached the Human Emperor Realm. He thought that he was also at the Supreme level among the younger generation. He murmured: "The East Region Academy is open. For a genius like me, isn't it just begging for the rank of Saint Son?"