The Almighty Dragon General Chapter 8032-8033- After coughing twice, Jiang Chen turned around and suddenly sighed.

    “Three great priests of Hengyang, why are you kneeling down again? Hurry up and get up.”

    “Oldman, help me up. After all, you are going to be the patriarch of the Shengheng tribe. This leader will not treat the patriarchs like slaves.”

    After hearing Jiang Chen’s words, Oldman was stunned at first, then hurried forward to help Hengyang San up. He was immediately moved to tears and kept sobbing to thank him.

    “Go.” Jiang Chen waved his hand gently: “Let Oldman accompany you. First, gather all the captives of the living creatures under the Shengheng tribe and organize them into several legions. Then select a few leaders who are highly respected and can command them, and bring them here. This leader has something to arrange for them.”

    After hearing this, Hengyang San hurriedly bowed and responded, and then respectfully made a gesture of invitation to Oldman.

    After a moment of shock, Oldman looked at Jiang Chen: “Master, what identity should I go with?”

    He was not afraid of god-like opponents, but teammates who were like pigs.

    Jiang Chen wanted to beat this idiot to death, and then he bowed to Shengmei.

    “Ancestor, look…”

    Before he finished speaking, Shengmei ejected a dazzling flag, which was caught by Oldman.

    “You are the Master’s special envoy, and you have the full authority to represent me and Shengzhui to handle everything. You can make decisions on the spot when you are in doubt.”

    After receiving the flag, Oldman smiled, grabbed Hengyangsan and turned around and left.

    It was not until then that Shengmei glanced at Jiang Chen, who was smiling.

    “You’re pretending again!”

    “Thank you.” Jiang Chen sneered and said, “I didn’t expect that the management of your Holy Church would be so obedient. I thought everyone was like that old Biden of the Divine Hero Guard, who was stubborn.”

    “Divine Hero Guard?” Sheng Mei frowned: “You wiped out the entire Shengxiong tribe?”

    Turning around, Jiang Chen rolled his eyes at her: “You want to avenge them?”

    Sheng Mei was stunned for a moment, then smiled charmingly: “I won’t, but when the time comes, you’ll have to explain to Shen Weifan yourself.”

    Jiang Chen snorted and was about to turn back to his position as the leader, but was stopped by a woman’s voice coming from outside the hall.

    “Jian Wu, the high priest of the Holy Sword Clan, requests an audience with the leader!”

    Hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but frown.

    “Jian Wu?”

    “She’s the only one.” Sheng Mei suddenly said: “It seems that your conspiracy to leave the high priest of the Holy Heng Clan alone has succeeded, and now the Holy Sword Clan can’t sit still.”

    With a hiss, Jiang Chen turned around with a weird look.

    “No, I was planning to wait for them for a few epochs, but I didn’t expect that they would get impatient so soon?”

    “The five chief priests of your Holy Church have only this much cunning and intelligence…”

    Sheng Mei rolled her eyes: “You still don’t know much about the Holy Church.”

    Then she sighed: “The Holy Church has been a clear watershed since the Battle of Bashan.”

    “Before the Battle of Bashan, the Holy Church was full of talents and hidden dragons and crouching tigers. In particular, the wisdom and strength of the patriarchs of the five tribes of the Holy Church were enough to suppress the Dao Sect and the Nether Realm, not to mention the terrifying existence of Shen Weifan.”

    “Bashan Battle?” Jiang Chen frowned: “Why is there no record of it in Odman’s information? What happened?”

    Sheng Mei said word by word: “Don’t mention Odman, even the three great Dao-transforming masters Sheng Zhui, Sheng Yun and Sheng Hui can’t know.”

    Jiang Chen couldn’t help but say “Oh.

    ” “Because they have all erased that memory.” Sheng Mei looked at Jiang Chen: “Now in the entire Holy Church, and even in the entire Void, the only ones who know about the Battle of Bashan are me and the three great ancestors of Void.”

    Hearing this, Jiang Chen couldn’t help but take a breath.

    “Who fought who in the battle of Bashan?”

    Sheng Mei sighed: “Bashan is located on the edge of the Territory of Fear and the Taoist Innate World. Who do you think fought who?”

    Jiang Chen’s eyes widened: “Could it be the battle between Senior Shen Weifan and Taixu?”

    Sheng Mei was stunned: “Do you really know?”

    “I just heard Senior Taiyou mention it.” Jiang Chen said lightly: “But I don’t know exactly where it was fought.”

    Sheng Mei nodded meaningfully: “Yes, it was when Shen Weifan led the Holy Church army to attack the Taoist Innate World, a great battle broke out.”

    Just as Sheng Mei was about to continue, Hui Mei’s shouting came from outside the Shengming Hall again.

    “Hui Mei, the high priest of the Shenghui clan, requests to meet the leader alone. I have something important to report.”

    Hearing this voice, Jiang Chen turned back impatiently.

    “Wait outside. If you dare to make another sound, I will kill you without mercy.”

    In an instant, there was a sudden silence outside the hall.

    Then, Jiang Chen looked at Sheng Mei again: “Did Senior Shen Weifan lose the battle at Bashan?”

    “If he really lost, there would be nothing to say.” Sheng Mei said slowly: “The key is that the Holy Church army led by Shen Weifan has already severely damaged Taixu and his Taoist disciples, but when the Taoist sect was about to collapse, it was ambushed by another mysterious strong man.”

    At this point, Sheng Mei’s eyes spewed with anger.

    “It was precisely because of this earth-shattering change that Shen Weifan, who had been sure of victory, was suddenly faced with the siege of two peerless powerful men and fell into a desperate situation.”

    “The five major clans of the Holy Religion led by him suffered countless casualties in this unprecedented war, including the patriarchs, high priests, and great elders of the five major clans, who all fell.”

    “The grief-stricken and indignant Shen Weifan finally used the final blow of his Shenwei Destroying Saint Slaughtering God Claw, and died together with Taixu, the Taoist strongmen and the mysterious strong man.”

    Hearing this, Jiang Chen’s eyes widened, as if he had seen the future decisive battle with Taisheng and Taixu in an instant, and his face was full of shock.

    “The great leader of the Holy Church has fallen.” Sheng Mei sighed with regret, “He fell with the entire glory of the Holy Church. Since then, the Holy Church has fallen into an extremely passive state.”

    “When Taixu disciple Yin Yi and Lord God Dao Fu took back the acquired world with the surviving strong men of the Taoist innate world, the Holy Church fell into a catastrophe.”

    “Yin Yi?” Jiang Chen immediately seemed to have caught something: “Was there Yin Yi at that time?”

    “Of course there was.” Sheng Mei said hatefully: “Yin Yi is the Taoist saint on the surface, but in fact she is the only disciple of Taixu, and her status is equal to that of Lord God Dao Fu.”

    When these words came out, Jiang Chen was completely stunned.

    This is a world of difference from the information he learned.

    Isn’t my wife Yin Yi derived from the Taoism of the Nine Creation Gods?

    Even if she was sent by the Void Holy Source, it wouldn’t be linked to the Taoist saint, right?

    You know, in the original Void Dao Mirror, in the picture given by Daofu, Yin Yi was derived from the nine creation gods. She just smiled at Wudao, and was disliked by the nine creation gods, so she re-derived Wuji.

    Now, how can this be said that Yin Yi is the saint of Taoism, and her status is equal to Daofu?

    When Jiang Chen fell into contemplation and suspicion, Shengmei spoke again.

    “The key issue is the mysterious strong man who attacked Shen Weifan. I conclude that he must be the Supreme Saint.”

    Hearing this, Jiang Chen raised his head suddenly: “What is the basis?”