Chapter 1543: The God King of Wanchao Pavilion

God King? !

Bai Chen's face darkened, and he saw thick golden clouds in the sky, which was suddenly torn open, and then a man in blue robes holding a jade flute descended from the sky.

His calm eyes, calm movements, and a face as handsome as a knife are deeply engraved in everyone's mind.

The sound of the flute echoes faintly, lingering in the sky, the red clouds are shining, and hundreds of birds are flying back.

Why is the divine king of Wanchao Pavilion not Luo Xi? !

Bai Chen was wide-eyed in shock, staring in disbelief at the slender handsome man standing in the air, and couldn't help clenching his fists.

Previously in the Western Region, Dongfang Ke'er's moves showed that she learned from Luo Xi, and Luo Xi was also the supreme God King above the God Lord!

But why is the man in front of him now so strange, with a strange appearance and a strange spiritual state? There is no trace of Luo Xi in any aspect?

He is definitely not Luo Xi!

Bai Chen clenched his fists, suddenly dodged and rushed out.

A man from the Tianxu Alliance suddenly charged straight into the Tianwu army. This sight made everyone tremble.

But on the way, Bai Chen tore off the human skin mask on his face. That delicate and handsome face, even though it was filled with endless solemnity at the moment, still made Bai Qilin and others' hearts skip a beat.

"You are indeed Bai Chen!"

Zi Luo stood up, kicked over the wooden case in front of her, and shouted angrily on the spot.

A woman's voice filled with endless hatred came leisurely from behind. Bai Chen curled his lips and without saying anything, he rushed directly to Bai Qilin and the others, then crushed a Zui Ba Dan with his fingers and formed a seal. .

"The third form, Binding God Ling!"

Following Bai Chen's sudden thought, several rays of golden light suddenly flew out from his palm, entangling Bai Qilin, Nie Feiyan, Wang Xiaoyu, Fei Lian, and Liang Wu.

"Bai Chen, what are you doing?!"

Everyone was already shocked by the fact that Bai Chen was actually a spirit person, and now what he did made Bai Qilin and the others panic even more.

Dragging the five of them and flying all the way to the sky, Bai Chen didn't look back and said indifferently: "I'll take you to escape. We will be defeated here. Return to the Tianwu League first and then make plans!"

Now Bai Chen's words still carry the weight of the deputy leader of the Tianwu Alliance, making everyone look at each other in shock.

"But so many of our disciples are still down there!" Nie Feiyan said anxiously.

Hearing this, Bai Chen's face darkened, and he said coldly: "If you stay, you will die with them. If you don't stop, it's not what a man would do!"

A sharp shout made Nie Feiyan's delicate body tremble, and she looked at the frightened and confused Tianwu disciples, and cried instantly: "But, I can't bear it..."

"You have to endure it even if you can't bear it. Do you want all your fellow disciples to die in vain! Nie Feiyan, you are one of the four strong men of the Tianwu Alliance. You are not a child. If you want to survive and find a way to avenge your companions, this is what you are doing. What to do!”

While Bai Chen was speaking, he had already led several of them to fly out of the sky.

A real man does something but doesn't do anything, cries, complains, and is indecisive. That's not Bai Chen's character!

What he felt from the Divine King of Ten Thousand Chao Pavilions was the genuine spiritual pressure fluctuations of the Chaos Realm. In front of a strong person in the Chaos Realm, the stars were like ants, and under the stars, they were just like ordinary dust!

This is also the reason why Emperor Wu must break through to the realm of chaos even though he is in seclusion!

…

Regarding the rapid escape of Bai Chen's six figures, the God King just glanced casually, and then his eyes continued to fall on Zhen Xingguan without any hesitation.

At this time, on the grassland below them, the Tianwu army had fled crying for their fathers and mothers, while Tianxu's side was pursuing the victory, screaming.

As a commander, it is extremely shameful to abandon one's subordinates, so Bai Qilin and others are still weeping silently until now. But Bai Chen is different. He has nothing to do with the Tianwu Alliance and can save them. These five people all depend on their usual friendship.

…

Facing this man with extraordinary strength, Zhen Xingguan's hand holding the spear tightly could not help but tremble.

He has the strength of the Eight Stars Realm, but what does this kind of strength mean in front of the strong men of the Chaos Realm? !

There are only a handful of chaos monsters in the world, and none of them are incredibly powerful.

"Who blows the jade flute in the wind and comes drunk to the place where Shiliu mourns the flowers..." Zhen Xingguan held a gun behind him with one hand and raised his eyebrows: "What a divine king of Wanchao Pavilion, Han Shuyan!"

"How dare you mention the title of my God King?!" God Lord Xu roared immediately.

"Hahahaha! Name?" Zhen Xingguan laughed wildly, his laughter filled with endless ridicule and contempt: "Wanchao Pavilion, the nine god kings are so majestic! Rumor has it that you nine god kings gathered together are called You are not weaker than the Night of the Gods, but in my opinion, you are just a bunch of trash, a group of trash that even our Beichen Empire dare not set foot on!"

Hearing this, Han Shuyan put away the jade flute in a gentle manner and showed a hint of appreciation: "Even when death is imminent, he still has the heroic spirit of the sect. He is worthy of being a strong man from Xingchen Pavilion and deserves respect."

"Do I need your respect? You guys are all like ants in front of me, Xingchen Pavilion!"

Zhen Xingguan suddenly rotated his spear rapidly above his head, and a vortex tearing through the void was formed.

But before he could use this move, Han Shuyan's figure suddenly appeared beside him without him noticing at all.

"Eight-star Star Realm is pretty good, stronger than most of the gods under our God King~" Han Shuyan gently tapped two fingers on the shoulders of Zhen Xingguan: "It's just a pity that the twenty-seven constellations of the Star Pavilion will not sound so pleasant in the future."

Boom!

The two fingers fell lightly, and the sky was suddenly torn apart!