Negative Energy Transfer: System Domination

Chapter 719

After a while, the leader of the Chiyan Sect slowly raised his head, his eyes showing a hint of coldness and determination, and he said coldly:

“Hmph, Han Changkong, Godhead.

Unexpectedly, Wei Xu actually suspected that this boy possessed divinity.

From seeing Han Changkong's expression in that memory fragment, this kid could actually sense the lower realm where he ascended to. You know, this is something that only someone with godhood can do.

I don't believe this guy can just blurt out something without any reason.

There is only one possibility: this kid doesn't even know he has divine power within him."

His mind was full of thoughts and he was calculating secretly.

Although there are many suspicious points about Han Changkong, and he may be in possession of such a precious treasure as the divine nature, he is only at the eighth level of the Divine Man after all. With his powerful strength at the second level of the Divine King, it is not easy to control him.

However, this matter is of great importance and the secret must not be known to others. We must come up with a comprehensive plan to conceal it from the world, so as to avoid attracting the covetousness and competition of other forces and bringing disaster to the Chiyan Sect.

"If we attack Han Changkong directly, the Liren Sect will definitely not let us off. But if we don't attack, how can we let Wei Xu die so easily? Moreover, this kid has a divine power..."

The leader of the Chiyan Sect muttered to himself and paced back and forth in the room, his brows furrowed. The murderous intent in his heart surged like a surging tide. The strong murderous intent flashed in his eyes, like a sharp cold light, cutting through the heavy air in the room.

At this time, Han Changkong, who was in seclusion in the cave in Lujiacheng, was immersed in his own world of cultivation. Suddenly, an inexplicable chill surged from the bottom of his heart, and he was stunned for a moment.

"Who the hell is Lu Jun? Why does he suddenly want to kill me?"

Han Changkong was shocked, his face full of confusion and bewilderment. He quickly concentrated and checked the system for Lu Jun's name. This sight made him gasp.

This guy is a fucking God King, and the energy bar is even thicker than that of Zhao Lei, the head of the Zhao family.

However, it is not very thick, and should be the cultivation level of the second level of the God King.

What exactly is going on?

When did I provoke such a great god?

Han Changkong secretly groaned in his heart, thinking rapidly in his mind, but he could not figure out when he had a feud with the God King named Lu Jun.

After a moment, he shook his head helplessly, thinking to himself:

Forget it, I'll wait until I'm promoted to the peak of the god-man level and then go out and ask Lu Jie. This woman is knowledgeable and should know this person.

Maybe she knows something that can help me solve this mystery.

Thinking of this, Han Changkong suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and decided to ignore this sudden crisis for the time being. He knew very well that in this world of immortal cultivation full of dangers, only if one is strong enough can one have enough confidence to deal with all unknown challenges.

So, he took a deep breath, calmed himself down, and then continued to frantically draw on Zhou Chen's cultivation, trying to improve his own strength as quickly as possible to deal with the possible danger.

If Han Changkong knew that Chiyan Sect's leader Lu Jun used this trick to check the souls of the dead, he would probably jump up from the ground immediately.

Damn, that’s too narrow-minded. Can you check the memory of a dead person?

However, this guy doesn't know anything.

At this time, the Li Ren Sect was about to explode.

The disciples gathered in groups of three or five, whispering to each other, all with expressions of shock and fear on their faces. The entire sect was shrouded in a haze.

The left protector and the right protector appeared together in the magnificent hall.

The right protector Yan Kun was like a demon god that had descended to the world. He was tall and burly, and his black robe fluttered in the wind, rustling as if it contained endless dark power.

His face was as cold as ice, and his eyes were like deep black holes, flickering with faint light, as if they could devour the souls of anyone who dared to look directly at them.