The villain: Bewitched by a single thought, slaughtering hundreds of millions of people!

On the other side, on the battlefield where the demons and the desert army fought.

"Buzz."

Following the distortion of the void, Xiao Chen's figure slowly walked out of the void.

He looked at the battlefield below where the corpses were strewn across the field, and the blood-stained ground around him, his eyes were cold and devoid of any pity.

Tongshenzong. After all, it is a serious problem.

This time, if it wasn't the hole card in his hand that buried flowers, he might have to use one or two.

And continuing to arrange the burial flowers in Tongshenzong is more beneficial and harmless to him.

From Hua Qing's previous memory, the top powerhouses of Tongshen Sect were divided into suzerain and deputy suzerain, as well as twelve pavilion masters, and even some old monsters were hidden.

Although I don't know what kind of existence those old monsters are, but what is certain is that they are definitely terrifying existences above the eight gods.

The Chief of the Twelve Pavilion Masters is a super giant at the peak of the Eighth Layer of God, such an existence is definitely not something that Xiao Chen can contend with now.

The current strength of Funeral Flower cannot even enter the top five in Tongshenzong.

The weakest pavilion masters are all above the fifth level of gods, and the strength of each pavilion master is extremely amazing, and they can be called the best in the same level.

With such a terrifying force, even some middle star realms are far behind. It can be seen how terrifying the strength of Tongshenzong is.

And this wasn't what made Xiao Chen feel the most fearful, the Beihao Heaven Realm behind Tongshenzong was the most troublesome cancer.

The Lord Beihao is a supreme powerhouse of the Ninth Layer of Heavenly God. His terror even belongs to the top level in all the middle star realms.

And the powerful gods under his seat are countless.

These are two behemoths that make people feel hopeless. Their strength has far exceeded what Xiao Chen had imagined before.

"Beihao Tianjie Tongshenzong."
Xiao Chen snorted coldly, thinking to himself, his fists clenched slightly.

You must increase your strength as quickly as possible. Only in this way can you have the qualifications to compete with the Beihao Heaven Realm and Tongshenzong!

Now the funeral flowers can buy him some time, so that he has enough time to prepare.

As long as there is enough time, Xiao Chen will not be afraid of anyone, even the Lord Beihao!

"Your Majesty, the desert army has been almost wiped out by us, and hundreds of billions of people are willing to surrender."
"I don't know."

Beside Xiao Chen, Juechen asked and looked at Xiao Chen, full of enthusiasm and admiration.

"Turn into blood beads and plunder the resources of the desert world with all your strength. This emperor needs to improve his strength as quickly as possible."

Xiao Chen was silent for a moment, and then gave an order indifferently.

In front of the real strong, the number is meaningless at all, the stronger Xiao Chen, the core of the demon clan, is, the stronger the overall strength of the demon clan will be.

"Subordinates obey."
Hearing this, Juechen immediately nodded and responded.

Xiao Chen nodded lightly, his figure flickered slightly and disappeared.

On the other side, Beihao Tianjie, Tongshenzong.

Following a violent fluctuation in the void, the figure of the funeral flower slowly appeared, and she looked down at the Tongshenzong, her eyes were full of coldness, and there was a hint of murderous intent.

"Junior Sister, are you back so soon?"

Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded.

Hearing the words, Burial Flower turned his eyes to look, and found that the person who spoke was none other than Yanchen, the master of the Jiyan Pavilion!

That Yanchen was dressed in a red robe, three meters tall, handsome, with a domineering air between his brows.

Funeral Flower glanced at Yan Chen lightly, with a look of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"Junior sister, what's the matter, what happened in the desert world?"
Seeing the appearance of the burial flowers, Yanchen couldn't help showing a hint of doubt in his eyes.

"The one who killed Fengzhi was a casual cultivator of the third level of the god. I have already killed him, so don't worry." Funeral Flower said calmly.

"Casual repair?!"

Yanchen frowned when he heard this, apparently he didn't quite believe what Zanhua said.

"division"

He still wanted to say something, but the funeral flowers in front of him interrupted him directly, and said:

"Okay, I have to report this to the suzerain immediately, senior brother, take my leave."
Funeral Hua said indifferently, and flew up to the sky, heading towards the depths of Tongshenzong.

"Damn"
Looking at the back of the funeral flower leaving, Yan Chen's face darkened.

What nonsense casual cultivators. He doesn't believe it at all.

If he hadn't been involved in important matters, he would have crushed that damned sinner into scum with his own hands!

What is this Huaqing hiding? !

Yanchen's eyes were extremely cold, and murderous intent flickered in his eyes, but due to Hua Qing's strength, he could only endure it and stop investigating.

However, a smile soon appeared on his face.

His strength is about to be promoted to the eighth level of the gods, and Huaqing is becoming less and less popular in the sect. As long as she loses her status as the pavilion master, then he can enjoy beauties unscrupulously, right?
"Ha ha."

The corner of Yanchen's mouth outlines a sinister arc, his eyes fall on the direction where the funeral flower left, and the obscenity in his eyes is undisguised.

the other side.

In the main hall of the suzerain, the funeral flower leaned slightly, and said respectfully:
"Sovereign, I have killed the god hidden in the desert, and avenged Fengzhi."
The thought of burying flowers moved slightly, and an ugly head appeared out of thin air.

"This is a casual cultivator of the third level of the gods. His strength is good, but he has died in my hands."
She said indifferently, and glanced at the psychic suzerain above.

"Well, well done."
Hearing the words, the psychic Sect Master's eyes slowly fell on the ugly head.

It was indeed the head of a god-level triple powerhouse. He glanced at it, and then turned his attention to Funeral Flower.

"Hua Qing's matter is over, and now...you are the only Pavilion Master in Baihua Pavilion."

The psychic suzerain paused, then smiled and said, but his eyes were fixed on the funeral flowers, and there was a strange light in his eyes.

"I know that all the disciples in Baihua Pavilion died at your hands. This is a disgrace, and you must give me an explanation!"

His voice carried an unquestionable majesty that no one dared to refuse.

""

Burial Flower heard the words, his face was still cold, but he didn't refute anything.

"Now there is a chance of redemption before you, do you want to seize it?"
Seeing this, the psychic suzerain smiled even wider. He walked slowly to the funeral flower, his eyes fixed on the perfect face of the funeral flower.

"What chance at redemption?"
Funeral Hua's brows were slightly frowned, and she looked at the Tongshen Sect Master indifferently.

"The Lord of the Spirit Heaven Realm intends to marry you as his concubine, and he is willing to pay a huge price for this. Are you willing to agree to him?"
The master Tongshen looked at the funeral flower, the greed in his eyes was undisguised, and he said to the funeral flower word by word.