All the people in Zhaojiazhuang garden felt the fluctuation of the sense of God. Zhao's family are basically used to it, no big surprise. But all the seven girls around Yang Chen jumped up in surprise.
Although it has been expected that the Zhao family has a strong backhand, the seven women have never thought that their hidden power is so strong. Even if it's just the fluctuation of divine sense, it can make Tao Junqi in the later stage of Mahayana sweat and murmur, unable to speak for a long time. Even Tao Junqi, who is the strongest in cultivation, is so. Sister Murong and her teacher are incomparable.
At this moment, Yang Chen did not care to comfort his seven concubines. A wisp of divine sense was in silence, colliding with the divine sense that suddenly burst out. The Royal beast of the fairyland will launch directly, and a thought will pass on at the moment when the divine knowledge collides.
"It's amazing that the descendants of the Tang clan, with their blood and blood, don't carry your stone tablet of merit and virtue, but are driven by others here." This is the only sentence Yang Chen used to convey his past thoughts. However, with Yang Chen's thoughts, there is also a sense of God and a breath of dragon beads.
Suddenly, the strong divine sense suddenly shook, then returned to normal, and then a rude voice sounded in Yang Chen's mind: "blood?" The tone was full of doubt, as if I couldn't believe it.
"Roar!" Yang Chen just wanted to express something, but the other party roared loudly, and then the voice sounded again in Yang Chen's mind: "array block, have time to talk."
After saying this, the powerful fluctuation of divine sense disappeared directly, as if it had never appeared before, and the whole manor was restored to its original state.
Seven women are still in panic. Yang Chen can only hold them one by one, and then God soothes them. She wakes them up one by one and comforts them in a soft voice. For a long time, all the women have recovered a little, but they still can't get to their normal state.
"How powerful!" Tao Junqi reached behind Yang Chen and hugged him. She sighed with fear. Her voice was much smaller: "it's more powerful than the supreme elder of my clan." It seems that only holding Jody can make her not so afraid.
Murong's five sisters are close to each other. At this moment, they gather together, hand in hand, and pull into a circle, so that the joint force can barely maintain the shivering. Of course, the center of the circle must be Yang Chen. One hand of Yang Chen, together with Murong tobacco and Murong cold, is stable and warm, bringing them infinite warmth and courage.
As for the unparalleled teacher, he almost shrank in the arms of Jody, and her body was still shivering. Among the seven women, she was the shallowest and the most surprised. Today's seven girls, where there is the demeanor of Mahayana master, clearly are several frightened girls, seeking to rely on their own Xianggong.
The divinity of the two immortals is not something anyone in the world can bear. Of course, the exception is Yang Chen and Li Cheng. Even if the seven women, who came from three major families and are well-informed, first came into contact with this kind of toughness beyond the world, they still show this kind of performance.
There's no way. Even if there are several major sects, there are supreme elders. But at most, those supreme elders are the two or three human immortals, and supporting death is the realm of five human immortals. Although the Mahayana period can't be countered, it's just a big gap after all. Comparatively speaking, pressure comes from pressure, but it's not untouchable.
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