In that case, Tianwu Continent would suffer from hand cramps just by charging the incoming and outgoing transmission fees.

This is actually a kind of monopoly!

The thought just flashed slightly, but everything was still going on. The Youhu that appeared was as big as a mountain, with a terrifying aura surging around it, and moved forward.

Zi Chen stood still and let You Hu move forward.

He picked up the pen and then put it down.

The second ghost tiger appears.

The two ghost tigers, one on the left and one on the right, seemed like two moving mountain peaks. With the momentum of the earth shaking, they opened up a straight path for Zi Chen.

Waves of cheers came from behind.

Zi Chen followed the two ghost tigers, once again using a long stick instead of a holy talisman pen, and sometimes knocked away some fish that slipped through the net.

He looked up at the mountain peak and looked at the three-headed survivor. Zi Chen stretched out his left hand and scratched his neck, and there was a rare cruelty in the corner of his mouth.

On the top of the mountain, the eyes of the three survivors gradually turned cold, and there was a faint murderous intent emerging.

He waved his hand a second time, and many more reinforcements from the survivors came from a distance.

Zi Chen summoned two more ghost tigers. With the power of his soul, summoning four ghost tigers was not a problem at all.

The four ghost tigers opened the way, and no one could stop them.

Everyone around looked at this scene in shock.

And in that secret room, those powerful men from the Holy Moon Clan were equally astonished.

Judging from the current scene, among the several directions, only the southeast where Zi Chen is located is the most relaxed.

In the blink of an eye, Zi Chen arrived under the mountain peak.

He began to run vigorously.

The four ghost tigers were left behind by him. Facing the crazy attacks of the survivors, the ghost tigers exploded one after another.

At this time, Zi Chen had already reached the top of the mountain.

In his hand, the long stick reappeared, and the powerful soul breath was released from his whole body.

For other people, they may not be able to adapt to the fighting here at first, but here in Zichen, it does not exist.

Because Zi Chen used the power of his soul to fight in that world for hundreds of years.

The three survivors roared angrily and rushed forward.

His soul power is extremely strong, and his physical body is far superior to that of ordinary people. Light flows from his palms, and he wants to fight against Zi Chen's long stick with both fists.

No, it should be six punches.

When the two came into contact, there was a huge earthquake. The three-headed survivors only had time to throw two punches before they were knocked away by Zi Chen's stick.
Chapter completed!