Chapter 720

"If you don't believe me, you can look at races like the Dragon and Phoenix; originally, Zu Long and a group of experts died in battle, causing their races to have not recovered their vitality for so many years!"

"Where is it like my Soul Race, looking down on the God World since ancient times!"

"I've told you so much and you still don't understand; hand over that treasure immediately, otherwise bear the consequences yourself!"

Zong Tian stood with his hands behind his back,

seemingly waiting for Long Yuan to offer the treasure with both hands.

"Why should I give my treasure to you? What are you Soul Race?"

"Don't tell me you really think you can do whatever you want just because you got a God Corpse?"

"I advise you that it's better to be low-key as a person, lest the tree falls and the monkeys scatter, and when the wall falls, everyone pushes!"

Long Yuan gave the other party a meaningful look,

and turned to walk toward Chu Yaoguang's direction.

"A mere junior dares to point fingers at our Soul Race?"

"As long as there is a God Corpse, our Soul Race can be eternal in the Heavens, lasting for ten thousand generations without decay!"

Zong Tian looked at the departing back, and killing intent suddenly radiated from his expression.

For these hundreds of years,

no one had ever dared to speak to their Soul Race like this.

With a 'whoosh',

his figure turned into a rainbow light, his hand formed a claw, and he grabbed toward the back of the head of the figure in front.

Anything their Soul Race fancies,

no one has the qualification to refuse.

Hmm?

Long Yuan turned back abruptly,

his eyes narrowed, killing intent erupted, and strands of faint chaotic energy flashed through them.

Boom!

Zong Tian's figure seemed to bear an unspeakable force,

his eyes widened, bloodshot,

and he let out a roar that shook the heavens and earth,

the energy in his body erupting in an instant, wanting to resist the supreme power imposed on him.

But in the end, he was powerless,

and his body exploded in an instant, turning into a pool of blood mist.

"Chaotic power is quite easy to use!"

Long Yuan sighed.

Chaos suppresses all ages, possessing the power to suppress everything!

Glancing at the blood mist drifting in the air,

Long Yuan shook his head slightly.

To make them perish, one must first make them crazy!

The cause planted by the Soul Race today,

they will definitely repay the fruit in the future!

Long Yuan left,

but the warriors in the distance were completely stunned!

"Something big has happened!"

"Another Soul Race ancestor has fallen?"

"Two Soul Race experts falling here in succession will definitely make the Soul Race furious; damn it, why did I see such a thing!"

Some warriors were terrified in their hearts,

and dared not stay here anymore, running away into the distance in a flash.

Once involved with the Soul Race,

whether it is a good thing or a bad thing, it is a bad thing for them.

Long Yuan followed slowly behind Chu Yaoguang and the others,

and began to look at the treasure he had obtained from Nine Swords Mountain earlier.

Opening his palm,

nine small swords were standing upright in a circle, suspended in Long Yuan's palm.

The nine small swords were blood-red, dripping with beauty,

as if they had been soaked in fresh blood.

A terrifying bloodthirsty killing aura permeated from the nine long swords.

"This is a sword formation?"

"And it's a set of Heaven-Opening level killing divine artifacts?"

Looking at the distribution pattern of the nine long swords,

Long Yuan couldn't help but recall the distribution of Nine Swords Mountain.