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Published at 23rd of November 2022 05:47:35 AM


Chapter 688: How can the people in this fairy pond be so strong!

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"A dozen masters of the Eight Gods, just disappeared like this?

How could this master of Brother Cat be so powerful? "

The yellow robe boy stared at all this dumbfounded, he couldn't believe his eyes.

There are more than a dozen powerhouses in the Eight Gods, among which the highest has reached the fifth level of life and death. This powerhouse has at least opened four gates. In terms of combat effectiveness, it is stronger than them. I don’t know how much. Times.

However.

The old man of Brother Cat, who is also on the fifth floor of the life and death realm, waved his hand gently, and a gust of wind surged in, and all the masters of the Iori Sect were blown away.

This strength is really terrifying.

"Brother Xiong, wake up, what's wrong with you?"

The **** cat was funny in his heart, and hurriedly walked over and pushed the boy in the yellow robe.

"what!"

The yellow robe boy woke up like a dream.

He turned around, folded his fists with both hands, and said respectfully: "Thank you senior for helping..."

Ye Yun waved his hand lightly and said with a smile: "You are welcome, the three of us live in deep mountains and old forests all year round and are not familiar with this world. Thanks to your dispelling..."

"A little bit of insight makes Seniors laugh."

The yellow robe boy took a deep breath and looked at Ye Yun with piercing eyes, with gratitude and admiration in his heart.

This senior in white has an unfathomable cultivation.

But it's so approachable.

The most crucial point, this senior is still a powerful monster race.

Today’s Jiuli Monster Race is the weakest among the three major forces in the world...

If he can persuade this senior to join the Jiuli Demon Race, it will invisibly increase the strength of the entire Jiuli Demon Race.

I thought so in my mind.

The idea of ​​refusal that Huangpao boy had had before disappeared.

"Senior, the masters of the Eight Gods will never let go. There is still some danger here, so let's go back first..."

The yellow robe boy respectfully said.

"good!"

Ye Yun nodded.

He just wanted to take a look at the Jiuli Demon Race.

The small world of Xiantang is extremely old, countless creatures have stretched for millions of years, and have also produced their own cultivation civilization.

Ye Yun is very interested.

Through the Jiuli Demon Clan, he was able to guess the strength of the two major forces, the Seven Star Clan and the Eight God Sect.

The yellow robe boy took the lead and flew low above the mountains. Ye Yun, the **** cat, and Mu Qing followed behind him unhurriedly.

"Brother Xiong, how far is it from the Jiuli Demon Race?"

After flying for a while, the **** cat asked.

"It's about three hundred thousand miles before reaching the sacred mountain of Jiuli..."

Huang Pao Shao said in a young voice.

"Is this far? I think there are very few monster races in this place. Most of them are human monks. It should be a human territory. Why did you come here?"

The **** cat frowned and asked.

In his opinion, the yellow robe boy has a relatively low cultivation level, and he rushed into the territory of the human race, really seeking his own death.

"Brother Cat, I can't help it..."

The yellow-robed boy gave a wry smile and stretched out his hand to take out an emerald green herb, and explained: "This Nine Spirit Grass is already lighted up near our Jiuli Sacred Mountain, so I can only venture into the territory of the human race! "

"You really want money but not life!"

The **** cat shook his head and sighed.

"Brother Cat, in fact, Iori Sect does not take our lives most of the time, but only draws most of the blood from us, and then releases us..."

The yellow robe boy scratched his head and said awkwardly.

"Why is this?"

The **** cat asked quickly.

"The people of the Eight Gods are the same as our Jiuli Demon Race. They used to fight when they saw them. However, our Jiuli Demon Race is weaker and is often the one with the most casualties. This situation has lasted for many years. , Especially in the past thousand years, my Jiuli Monster Race has fewer and fewer powerhouses, and there are more and more powerhouses in the Eight Gods, which causes the Monster Race blood they need to be unable to supply at all, so this is just a change. A new strategy that only draws blood, not life..."

The yellow robe boy sighed, a sad expression in his eyes.

Today's Jiuli Demon Race, in the eyes of the Eight Gods, are just some beast pets that take blood.

The powerful Eight Gods gate, Tianjiao, and the strong are like clouds. If they were organized to launch an attack on the Jiuli Demon Race, they would have already perished.

"Hey, the Jiuli Monster Race today is really miserable..."

The **** cat sighed, and his mood became inexplicably heavy.

He is the same Yaozu, and he feels the same.

However, after all, he was an outsider, and this mood faded in a flash.

"This Eight God Gate is now considered to dominate one side in the small world of Xiantang..."

Looking at the yellow-robed boy with a gloomy look, Ye Yun nodded silently.

For this kind of thing.

Ye Yun is noncommittal. In his opinion, the law of the jungle is the law of the martial arts world.

Several people continued to fly.

After flying thousands of miles, Ye Yun suddenly raised his brow, and he found an acquaintance thousands of miles away.

The silver robe masked man in the Tianji Pavilion.

At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed, his whole body was bound by chains, his cultivation base was sealed, and he was standing in the middle of a valley.

The four major gate guard squads brought by the Tianji Pavilion silver-robed mask man received almost the same treatment as him.

Everyone looked miserable, ragged and bloodied, all of them were sealed by a chain.

Around the crowd, more than a hundred disciples of the Eight Gods were standing in the air.

These disciples' faces were grim, and they yelled loudly at the people below them from time to time.

"Where did you barbarians come from? Hurry up and explain, otherwise, don't blame us for killing!"

An old man from the Iori Gate, with a hooked nose and dark eyes, shouted coldly.

"The sky does not fulfill the wishes!"

The man in the silver robe mask raised his head, muttering to himself in a low voice, with sadness in his eyes.

They entered this small world of Xiantang, and just started to explore, they encountered a powerful enemy.

There were many people on the other side, hundreds of people, and their magical powers were amazing. They were caught off guard and retreated in a row.

At this moment, an old man with a hook nose in this mysterious force was even more terrifying. He broke through the blockade of everyone, broke through easily, and fought with him.

The battle was over in just a few breaths.

He was caught alive by the opponent.

Next, a chain was wrapped around his body, imprisoning his entire cultivation base.

Because his leader was captured alive.

The disciples of the other four sects were even more unwilling to fight, resulting in all being captured alive in the end.

Before entering the fairy pond, he was full of confidence and swears in front of the pavilion master, saying that he must find the ancestral land of the Tianji Pavilion and at the same time find the disappearing ancient magic dragon.

However, the day did not fulfill the wishes.

After they came in, the whole army was wiped out so easily.

"How can the people in Xiantang be so strong!"

The man with the silver robe mask thought sadly.

If such a powerful force appeared on the Cangnan Continent, I am afraid that only the Heavenly Sect could deal with it.

"You people use different magical powers, and you have never seen it before-explain the origins quickly, otherwise, don't blame us for being cruel!"

A middle-aged man beside the old yin-bird glared his eyes sharply with a hideous expression. He raised his palm and made a killing gesture.

An icy killing intent suddenly fell.

The disciples of the four major sects trembled all over, as if they had fallen into the Ten Thousand Years Ice Cellar, the whole body was icy cold.




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