Weird Resurrection: I Can Transform into a Great Demon

However, when they saw the huge black iron door erected outside the Dragon Palace gate and the two figures standing on it, the eyes of many old antiques suddenly turned cold.

"King Chen, do you really dare to block the door?" Some people were incredulous, as if they thought it was a bit absurd.

"Youngster, get out of the way quickly, don't offend the public, and die early with great talent!" Someone frowned and advised.

"Haha, I'm afraid it won't end so well today." Some people looked playful and didn't mind the big deal.

With more and more powerful figures entering the venue, the overwhelming spiritual pressure suppressed the sea water in all directions by dozens of feet.

At this moment, the two people who were in the center of the storm and endured the murderous intentions of the strong were more relaxed than each other.

Jiang Xiaochen looked indifferent, as cold as if he had worked on an assembly line for ten years.

Jiang Chen held a small notebook and kept writing down the people who had just spoken, and took pictures with his mobile phone to leave a video record.

"Those who just disrespected me will be charged 50% mental damages. You are too venomous. You have made Jiang feel inferior!"

Hearing this, many old antiques laughed.

"Haha, King Chen, do you really think it is still a few days ago?"

"The chaos of extreme numbers, the world has changed drastically, everyone's strength has changed every day, you don't even look carefully, how far everyone present has come!"

"Little kid, do you really understand what so many eighth-levels mean?"

Strength can indeed bring people confidence. Not long ago, a group of old antiques who were still submissive in front of Jiang Chen and dared not speak out when all their gains were taken away, now completely stood up, all with indifferent tone and unfathomable face.

"I understand this, more eighth-levels means more gains for me today. Businessmen, you are testing me, Lao Deng, who are you looking down on?" Jiang Chen pointed at an old antique with a mustache with the Yin Shen Hammer.

The other party was carrying a crystal coffin about a foot long, inside which was a baby carved out of jade, with a red rope tied around its head, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a boy or a girl.

"Why, you are carrying an idiot pretending to be a member of a vulnerable group? You, Master Jiang, have low moral character, and you will kill vulnerable groups without hesitation!"

The old man's face darkened when he heard this: "You are so disrespectful to human gods, young man, you will definitely be in trouble in the future!"

Hearing this, many people around him showed fear and kept a distance from the old man.

Unexpectedly, he was the legendary "god raiser", which is a very ancient profession with an extraordinary origin.

The so-called god is just a respectful title. What he raised was actually "ginseng", but it was very different from the ordinary "ginseng". No one knew the specific process, but many people had heard that to cultivate a "human god", 365 babies born on a specific day were needed.

And ordinary people are not enough, they must be the combination of two practitioners, and the "spiritual baby" who has a trace of spiritual power in his body when he was born.

Many people looked at him for a few times, and then they found that the old man looked a little unfamiliar. Maybe he was born for the Dragon Palace this time. After all, "human god" is also a kind of legendary weirdo. If you can get the remains of a powerful weirdo, it will definitely be useful.

"No need to wait until tomorrow." Jiang Chen's calm voice sounded, making all the strong men present feel a great pressure.

Many people hurriedly moved further away from the old man with a mustache.

They judged that the other party was new, and another basis was that he was too brave to make such a serious personal threat to this evil star.

"Boom--"

An extremely powerful and evil breath descended, with a majestic pressure, shaking the earth. A red and ancient ghost hand of the netherworld stretched out from the clouds, with a rumbling sound, and stroked the sky, as if to wipe out all living things in the world.

Everyone's eyes widened in horror.

Ninth level!

One by one, the old antiques held their life-saving trump cards in their hands, and some people retreated to the distance regardless of everything.

However, the ghost hand of the netherworld only targeted the old man with a mustache.

The other party's face had already turned black.

He really didn't expect that after a long time, the tempers of young people nowadays are so hot?

After a few words of quarrel, he directly used the ninth-level trump card.

"Damn it! I have been sleeping for too long and I am confused!" The old man gritted his teeth and played the trump card, regretting it.

Judging from the reactions of the people around him, they had long expected that this young man was not simple, but he was too impatient and became the first to come out.

"Nine-level trump cards, you are not the only one who has them!"

But he was obviously not simple either. He threw out an object, and a blood-colored ancient red snake formation took shape in an instant, which had the power to block the ninth level!

However, at this time, a figure walked out from behind Jiang Chen and bumped into him.

The body of the Yinsha leader was blown to pieces, and a wound that was difficult to heal appeared on the blood-colored ancient formation, which made the old man with a mustache furious, because the ghost hand of the underworld had already brought the power of annihilation and slapped it down mercilessly.

A loud bang, the ancient formation was completely broken, the old man was swept by a palm and exploded into a blood mist, but the crystal coffin on his back was not damaged, it turned into a stream of light and went away, and blood-colored energy continued to interweave on it, piecing together an old man's body.

Having saved his life, the old man with a weak breath did not even dare to say harsh words, but just looked at Jiang Chen with resentment, and fled at the fastest speed.

Jiang Chen did not chase him, it was easy to kill him, he was mainly afraid that once he left, this group of uncultured old people would evade the ticket.

At this time, the whole audience was much quieter, and some of the previous doubts and sarcasms disappeared.

One blow almost destroyed the ancient god-cultivator, this King Chen was indeed unfathomable.

At this time, the ghost hand of the underworld was still wandering in the clouds, exuding a monstrous evil spirit, making many old antiques dare not move rashly.

"Everyone, my famous underwater scenic spot in Jiuzhou, Dragon Palace, is open for a limited time. One hundred high-level sacrifices are enough to enter and visit!"

Before Jiang Chen finished speaking, there was an uproar.

"King Chen, it seems that you are really going to make trouble with us!"

"Don't underestimate the heroes of the world. If you make a big fuss, it will be difficult to end today!"

"One hundred, there are not many people here who can take them out. If we attack together, I wonder how many rounds King Chen can resist?"

A group of old antiques were completely furious, and their faces were black.

Jiang Chen's asking price was a bit too exaggerated.

At the beginning, everyone could accept ten because they happened to have some sacrifices left, but no one could take out a hundred. If they were replaced with treasures of equal value, a group of old antiques would be even more unacceptable. This would be a complete threat to their lives!

"If you can't even take out such a small sacrifice, why are you still traveling?" Jiang Chen looked so arrogant that he made a group of people very angry.

A group of old antiques looked at each other, their faces sank. They had gone through a long time and survived until now, relying on more than just surviving.

Someone took a step forward, exuding momentum.

Then more people followed.

A wave of fighting spirit rose to the sky, and the terrifying pressure shook the clouds, causing countless waves to appear on the sea.

Facing the notorious King Chen.

They actually chose to fight!

"Although Yang Shenren was defeated by you, he was right in saying one thing, you don't understand what dozens of eighth-level people mean!"

The astonishing pressure was everywhere.

Even if a real ninth-level came, he probably wouldn't dare to be arrogant at this moment!

Moreover, some of these people were once supreme ninth-level masters, and some might have ninth-level trump cards. The combined strength might really be enough to defeat a ninth-level supreme master!