The purple light is like a net, directly trapping Gui Qi's apocalypse's soul and killing it. The saint son of the Ghost Immortal Sect was killed. Even if his body was still alive, he was just a living dead person.

The battle for treasure was silent under the stage, shocked by Long Jiaoyang's domineering behavior!

"Long Jiaoyang, my Ghost Immortal Sect is different from you!" The powerful man from Ghost Immortal Sect roared angrily.

"If you don't accept it, just get up!" Long Jiaoyang's murderous aura soared into the sky, his eyes were as purple as a sword, and his soul was terrifying.

The strong men from the Ghost Immortal Sect dare not challenge. They are weaker than Gui Qiao, and they will only be dead if they go up.

"Long Jiaoyang, when I leave the Secret Realm of Dishan Mountain, I will send a strong man to kill you!" The people from the Ghost Immortal Sect were very angry. They did not dare to come to power, so they could only intimidate them like this.

"The Ghost Immortal Sect has a great relationship with dark sacrifices. Are you not afraid of being surrounded and suppressed?" Long Jiaoyang said with a cold look on his face.

"You're talking nonsense, what can we have to do with the dark sacrificial sacrifice? Don't swear!" The disciple of the Ghost Immortal Sect retorted.

"Do I have said nonsense? You know in your heart." Long Jiaoyang stared at the Ghost Immortal Sect with a bad look. The ghost-shaped mask on his face seemed to see the face of the Dark God, and he wanted to blow all these ghost-shaped masks.

The people from the Ghost Immortal Sect did not continue to argue. They quickly integrated into the crowd and retreated.

Long Jiaoyang's mood also began to calm down. He needed to defend the game now and could not deal with the remaining people in the Ghost Immortal Sect.

The strong people gathered around him, but few people were willing to go up and compete with Long Jiaoyang, because Long Jiaoyang was too ruthless and domineering, and he defeated the top strong people.

"I'll come and see you for a while."

Suddenly a thick voice sounded, and a young man in prince's costume flew down to the treasure troop platform. He was tall and thin, with a premature forehead pattern, and looked like a middle-aged man.

"Jin Tiannan, how could he play?" Seeing this person appearing, Xin Xi couldn't help but shouted.

"I said before that if the Jin tribe does not take action against the Holy Son of the Little Thunder Temple, it does not mean that they will not deal with Master Long." Saint Qin Yun sighed and said

"The princes of the Jin clan are very strong, and Jin Tiannan is not much stronger than Jin Hao's Saint Son. Jin Tian Nanji may have to use this battle to fight for the opportunity to enter the Immortal Palace Academy." Ning Hao's Saint Son said in a deep voice.

"It is indeed possible. After all, there are rumors that the envoys of the Immortal Palace Academy have entered the Secret Realm of Emperor Mountain and will directly select some people to enter the Immortal Palace Academy." Saint Qin Yun agreed with the analysis of Saint Son of Ning Hao.

"I'm in trouble now, Master Long is afraid he will admit defeat directly." Another saint guard said regretfully for Long Jiaoyang.

"Haha, Xifeng, I don't think Master Long will give in." Xin Xi smiled and said

"If you don't admit defeat, Master Long will offend the people of the Jin clan." Xifeng said

"He is afraid of offending people, so he will not kill the saint son of the Ghost Immortal Sect." Saint Qin Yun chuckled. She believed that Long Jiaoyang would not bow to anyone. She admired Long Jiaoyang, but she was also worried that Long Jiaoyang would die soon after being so fierce.

Long Jiaoyang naturally would not know Jin Tiannan. He looked at the other person calmly, his face very calm.

"My name is Jin Tiannan, the fifth prince of the younger generation of the Jin royal family of the Imperial God Kingdom. You should call me the fifth prince." Jin Tiannan carried his hands on his back, and he slowly told his own way with a princely look on his face.

Seeing Jin Tiannan's expression of kneeling down, Long Jiaoyang laughed funny and said, "Jin Tiannan, right? Can you sleep and wake up before coming up? This is the treasure battle platform in the Secret Realm of Dishan Mountain. What is your identity and what does it have to do with me?"

Everyone in the Battle for the Bao were stunned. Most people thought that Long Jiaoyang would definitely give in because his backstage was from the Jin clan. If he offended the Jin clan, the Ghost Immortal Sect might cause trouble for him immediately.

But everyone obviously didn't understand Long Jiaoyang, so they were stunned by Long Jiaoyang's words.

"See, this is Long Jiaoyang. He doesn't care about the identity of the enemy." Saint Qin Yun's eyes were like water, and his words were very soft.

The son of Huozhu, Xifeng and others were already speechless. They naturally could not understand the style of Long Jiaoyang's crazy man.

"Long Jiaoyang, you entered the inner area of ​​Tiandi Village and learned the secret techniques of my Jin clan, and became a member of the foreign royal family of my Jin clan. Shouldn't you respect me a little?" Jin Tiannan said angrily.

Long Jiaoyang shrugged and said, "You are the royal family, and I am also the royal family. We are on an equal footing. What do you need to respect for you?"

When everyone heard Long Jiaoyang's words, they couldn't help but feel silent. The prince of the Jin clan was naturally a true royal family with a strong root. His so-called royal family of foreign surnames was just to put it nicely. People from the Jin clan would not really regard him as a prince.

"Do you think you are qualified to be on par with us?" Jin Tiannan glared at the brink of a glaring voice.

Long Jiaoyang smiled brightly, nodded confidently and said, "Yes!"

"Long Jiaoyang, do you think that by entering the inner area of ​​Tiandi Village and learning the immortal arts of our clan, you can surpass us?" Jin Tian Nanmu Leng Rushuang said

"First of all, I want to say that there is no magic of the Jin clan in the inner area of ​​the Tiandi Village. Then, the way I practice is different from the Jin clan, and I don't need to surpass you." Long Jiaoyang said calmly.

"Hmph, I got the magic of my clan, but I had to pretend that I had nothing to get. Do you think this would be able to separate my relationship?" Jin Tiannan snorted coldly, his thunder pattern floating on his body, like a little thunder god.

Long Jiaoyang said calmly, "In the inner area of ​​the Tiandi Village, there are only the tests left by the ancient immortals, and there is no immortal art. This is indeed a fact. If you don't believe it, you can find a person from the other surname to enter and take a look. But I have indeed understood a lot in it. I am very grateful to the ancient immortals of the Jin clan. I will never kill him when facing his descendants."

Jin Tiannan sneered and said repeatedly, "What you mean is that the magic you have learned has surpassed me. Is it easy to defeat me right?"

"I am determined to win the gourd spiritual roots." Long Jiaoyang did not respond directly to Jin Tiannan. He looked at the gourd spiritual roots that appeared above the treasure platform.

Jin Tiannan took action directly, and more than a dozen thunder-patterned arcs were emitted all over his body, slashing towards Long Jiaoyang from all directions. This is the thunder magic technique of the Jin clan, including the shadow of the Thunder God Temple.

When Long Jiaoyang was in the inner area of ​​the Tiandi Village, he had already discovered that their spells were closely related to the spells of the Thunder Temple.

Long Jiaoyang did not resist directly, and allowed the thunder-patterned arcs bombarded by Jin Tiannan to bombard the body. After being struck by lightning, Long Jiaoyang said calmly, "You are a little stronger than Huo Ming, but it is only a little bit, so don't waste time, go down by yourself."

Jin Tiannan's face with a long forehead wrinkle became distorted. He was such a proud person. He didn't even take Jin Hao's son seriously, but today he was despised by Long Jiaoyang!

"Long Jiaoyang, do you think the thunder technique of the Jin clan is so simple? This prince will let you die, die under the real thunder technique of the Jin clan!" Jin Tiannan was furious and roared, with murderous aura soaring into the sky.

Below the treasure battle platform, a guard next to the Saint Son of Jin Hao bowed and asked, "Son, do you need to be subordinate to stop him?"
Chapter completed!