The strength of each golden crow is no weaker than that of the barbarian saint. Ten of them joined forces, and there was no suspense in the end. With a single killing of all directions, the barbarian saint was shot down from the air by ten dazzling red lights.

The barbarian saint was extremely physically powerful, but the top ten golden crows were too powerful and a huge pit was smashed on the ground. The matter was not finished. Piles of huge rocks like hills were pulled out directly from the ground and then smashed into the huge pit. The golden crows joined forces to level the huge pit, and the seriously injured barbarian saint did not move any more.

Without the final resistance, the golden crow roared unscrupulously, turning the entire Jinwu Kingdom into a land of fire-like evil spirits.

"Enough!" Chen Pan said coldly. He no longer had to waste the energy of the old antiques. He already knew who his enemy was, the demons and golden crows in the evil cultivation world.

"What are you going to do?" Old Antique asked after taking over the realm of time and space.

"Revenge!" There is no need to say anything, the two words represent everything.

"Avenge, revenge..." Before the old antique could speak, Chen Pan suddenly heard a strange sound appearing in his ears. The sound was very weak, and if Chen Pan had not known anyone, he would not have heard it at all.

The Jinwu clan was originally a race that went out of the main world, with extraordinary strength and superior to the monks of the same realm in another world. After being slaughtered by them, it would be difficult for the quasi-saints to survive, let alone ordinary people in the Jinwu Kingdom.

"Who!" Chen Pan shouted loudly. He did not find that there was life around him, and it was impossible for him to live. But he was extremely confident in his spiritual consciousness, and it could not be an illusion.

"What's wrong?" asked the old antique, he didn't hear the sound Chen Pan heard.

"Take revenge, take revenge..."

The sound appeared again, and Chen Pan could confirm that it was not an illusion he had. There were no living people around him, could it be the dead soul of the people of Jinwu Kingdom?

Ghost. This kind of thing does not exist in the current world of practice. In the cognition of the world of practice, life will turn into a spirit body without any consciousness and will no longer have any relationship with it before life, so there is no such thing as reincarnation.

"Who, who is it!" Chen Pan shouted loudly again.

"What's wrong with you?" The old antique was very worried, afraid that Chen Pan would have hallucinations and mental disorders because of the stimulation he was too great.

"Some people must be there, where is there!" Chen Pan soared into the air. The voice appeared in his ears from time to time.

"Revenge. Revenge..." The voice was very weak, as if the candle in the wind was about to be extinguished.

Following the sound, Chen Pan stopped in an empty space outside the capital. The sound came from the underground here, and he had already vaguely thought of something. This was the place where the barbarian saint was killed.

"Get up!" Chen Pan shouted loudly, the earth's Taoist pattern was running, and the entire open space was pulled out by him.

With a loud "boom", the dug out soil and stones were thrown aside, revealing the body of the barbarian saint at the bottom of the pit.

There was no trace of life, obviously he was dead. Chen Pan, who had just mastered the soul pattern, could feel that his soul had not dissipated, but was hovering around the corpse.

"Avenge, take revenge..." The remnant soul of the barbarian saint kept repeating this sentence.

Whether it is a mortal or a monk after death, the remaining things in the soul will disappear quickly and then turn into spirits. However, there are exceptions. When there is some emotional energy support, the soul will not dissipate, but will remain, becoming the so-called death with no eyesight.

This emotional energy may be love. But most of it is hatred, irreconcilable hatred.

The battle in the realm of time and space has not been known for how long, so the soul of this barbarian saint is naturally left to this day because of hatred.

Chen Pan slowly fell down and stood firm at the bottom of the pit. The soul of the barbarian saint seemed to have no idea and was still repeating his own affairs.

"Revenge, revenge..." After going over and over again, there were only these two words, but every word contained hatred, and it could almost be bleeding.

"Do you hate? I hate too! I know you want to take revenge, but you have done enough, so leave the rest to me! I will take you with you to take revenge." Chen Pan whispered.

Extend your right hand, activate the soul pattern, and put the residual soul of the barbarian saint into the palm of your palm.

"Stop!" someone suddenly shouted loudly, and several figures flew over quickly.

"Who are you? Why do you want to blaspheme the saint of our clan!" A tall man shouted loudly. Looking at his outfit, he was all barbarians and quasi-saints.

"What are you talking about? It must be the demon clan of the evil cultivation world. Amitabha Buddha has strictly ordered you to enter my northern wilderness barbarian land. It seems that you are not giving up. My barbarian will not surrender. When Lord Zhan Sheng returns, you will definitely pay your blood debts and blood." A female barbarian was extremely irritable. As soon as he finished speaking, he was directly attacking Chen Pan.

The Hunyuan King who died at Chen Pan's hands is hard to calculate, let alone a mere quasi-saint. Even if the quasi-saint in the main world is strong in the other world, it is better to be able to compare with the saints in the other world.

He stretched out his hand and blocked the person's attack, shaking it slightly, and did not hurt the other party. After all, it was a misunderstanding.

Chen Pan held his palm guiltily and sucked the tall man who seemed to be in the lead.

"Let me go!" A few loud shouts, and the remaining people immediately took action together.

The defensive path pattern appeared, easily blocking several people together without hurting anyone.

"Stop!" The tall man in the lead shouted loudly. He had already discovered that the person in front of him was very powerful and they could not deal with it. Moreover, he felt that this person seemed to have no malice, otherwise no one could stand at this moment. More importantly, he felt that the person in front of him seemed familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

"Who are you?" the tall man asked Chen Pan. Although he felt that the person in front of him seemed to be hostile, the barbarian nature would not be polite.

"I am also a barbarian, not a demon!" Chen Pan said expressionlessly: "I just want to know what happened to the Northern Wilderness Barbarian Yuan and why it turned out like this? Why did the demons and Jinwu attack the barbarians? Where did Lord Zhan Sheng go?"

After hearing what Chen Pan said, everyone was shocked and blurted out: "Are you a barbarian?"

"I've talked nonsense, let alone the saints of my barbarian race, but there is no one in my barbarian race. Is there anyone who can use the mysterious skills of human race like you? You must be a beast of the demon race!" The female barbarian shouted angrily again.

She couldn't understand Chen Pan's martial arts, but she could determine that it was definitely not the barbarians' martial arts, but also considered it the mysterious skill of the human race.

"So what? Who else can learn this innate battle pattern in the world except for me barbarians?" Chen Pan said arrogantly, and the battle pattern appeared on his body, shining with golden light.

He wanted to figure out what happened in the ancient continent and where the War Saint went, and the few people in front of him were just right.

The barbarian war patterns are the only one in the world. (To be continued...)

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