Chapter: 9411

"Is there a precise target?"

"Third Young Master, the qi mechanism is now in chaos, and chaos is rampant in the ancient God Realm. My knowledge is too shallow, and I can't calculate the exact target."

"That is to say, you have to kill them all, so that no chickens or dogs are left behind?"

"Exactly."

The more Chen Wuxing and the monks of Lingyuan Pavilion heard, the more something was wrong, and a look of astonishment gradually appeared on their faces.

He knew that the Leng family was good at arithmetic, and their status as the top family in the ancient god world was also won by this way.

However, the other party actually calculated that someone in Lingyuan Pavilion would endanger the Leng family?

How can this be.

Comparing Lingyuan Pavilion to ants, the Leng family is a giant. Even in the most powerful era of Lingyuan Pavilion, they cannot compare with the Leng family!

"Is there a misunderstanding here? I, Lingyuan Pavilion, have never intended to be an enemy of the Leng family, nor do I have the strength to be an enemy of the Leng family."

Chen Wuxing said with a solemn expression.

The opponent was not kind, and several of them had stronger auras than him. If he really wanted to make a move, Ling Yuan Pavilion didn't even have the power to fight.

"Old Yu, your calculation skills are already top-notch in today's Leng family, since even you can't calculate, the rest of the people can't calculate the exact target either.

Kill them all. "

The third son's voice sounded again.

"yes."

In an instant, a Primordial God broke through the air from the battleship and rushed towards Lingyuan Pavilion with thousands of monks.

Chen Wuxing was dumbfounded, he didn't have time to say anything, he roared directly:

"Fight!"

"yes!!"

The cultivator of Lingyuan Pavilion roared with a livid face.

The two sides rushed together in an instant.

In just a few breaths, most of the monks in Lingyuan Pavilion had fallen, and the corpses fell to the ground one after another, staining the steps red.

Chen Wuxing was also surrounded by several Primordial Gods who were stronger than him, and he was severely injured before ten moves, making him unable to fight.

Puchi.

Chen Wuxing's head was chopped off by a strong man with a cold face.

The Primordial God has thus fallen.

After more than ten breaths, the entire Lingyuan Pavilion was lifeless, and the smell of blood wafted in the air.

"Don't let the fish that slipped through the net escape, make it more detailed."

The third son's voice sounded again.