Chapter 947 Killing ninety-nine people from the Ten Quasi-Saints
Swearing is a very pleasant thing, but after you finish scolding, you always have to bear some consequences.
If Mr. Jiang Wenjiang gets angry and comes to kill him directly, to be honest, Xin Zhuo can only avoid the attack temporarily and run away.
No matter how disgusted he is and how embarrassed he is about their relationship, if Jiang Wen really arrives, I'm afraid no one in the world will help, because all the experts in the world know that Jiang Wen is Xin Zhuo's biological father!
How can outsiders interfere in the matter of father and son?
For this, Xin Zhuo waited for a month.
Nothing!
In the second month, on the tenth day after the "rain" of the twenty-four solar terms, the sky was gloomy, as if hundreds of layers of dark clouds were pressing above the head, and an ancient carriage pulled by a three-headed demon leopard appeared in the sky. Mr. Ma Sanye, Mr. Han Wu, and Master Taiji saw him off and drove out of "Shanying Town".
The carriage was not very stable. The three demon leopards that Sang Qingqing had captured and transformed still had some wildness left in them. The driver, Yan Cuizong, bared his teeth and cursed non-stop.
In the carriage, Xiao Huang was sleeping soundly, Mo Xianyi silently peeled oranges for Xin Zhuo, while Xin Zhuo looked out the window in a daze.
The fifth senior sister Gongsun Li received news that the Konghai Sea has been overcrowded recently. Masters of saints and above from various major holy places, Dongtian and hidden forces, have arrived with their own junior quasi-sages, as well as most casual cultivators quasi-sages.
There are so many unknown characters, it can be described as a mixed bag.
And there is accurate news that people from the Jiang, Zhao, Ye, Ying, and Ji families on the mountain have also arrived. The former Ying Si people and Zhao Tong'er are two of the people who are preparing to become saints.
And Mr. Jiang’s visitor is none other than Mr. Jiang Wenjiang!
This is really not good news.
"Master!" Mo Xianyi handed over the orange petals with the white silk removed.
Xin Zhuo shook his head and expressed that he had no appetite. Mo Xianyi had no choice but to eat by himself and asked curiously: "Nie Yinniang, Sang Qingqing and those people are gone... Your Majesty..."
"Your Majesty's World Net!" Xin Zhuo said.
“What is that place?”
“That is a magical place.”
A smile appeared on Xin Zhuo's face. People like Gou Xianxian, Mr. Zhuge, and Li Guangling knew how to do things. The scale they had built in the past few years was huge and the foundation was solid. It could be said to be extremely coquettish.
If once it starts, the boring martial arts in the world will definitely become popular. This is by no means self-pleasure.
This power may not have the value of force, but it can accumulate massive wealth, obtain unparalleled information, search for resources in the world, and bribe countless masters.
The most important thing is that it can provide Xin Zhuo with massive practice resources.
"But..." Mo Xianyi looked strange, "Why don't you let me go?"
Xin Zhuo looked at her: "You are very talented, no less than a high-ranking saint in the holy land of Dongtian. Your path of cultivation is in all directions. You can't do it behind closed doors. Just like the Yan Ku Sect, go and learn a lot near Zeng Konghai."
Yan Cuizong, this kid, has grown from an earthly immortal to the Hunyuanxu Middle Realm. Putting aside cheating characters like Xin Zhuo, he can be said to be an extremely talented person among the acquired people.
As for Mo Xianyi, she is also an acquired person. She is only over a hundred years old this year. The terror of this kind of woman can be imagined. It is no exaggeration to say that her talent is even better than Qingxuan, Ji Pixuan and Jiang Yugui Those people are much stronger.
I can’t imagine what kind of immortal figures these two are.
Mo Xianyi was a little disappointed and murmured: "I thought I couldn't bear to leave me."
"Your biggest problem is your love brain." Xin Zhuo patted her head.
This touched on Mo Xianyi's knowledge blind spot, and he blinked: "What is the love brain?"
Xin Zhuo closed his eyes to rest, unwilling to speak.
Mo Xianyi thought about it by himself.
The carriage moved forward all the way. It was okay at first, but gradually it met a large number of masters on the road, all of whom had cultivation levels above the Holy Son or above. It was not that the masters were all over the place, but that most of the masters wanted to come and see hundreds of them. At this annual event, with such high-quality martial arts gathered together, low-level warriors naturally have no choice but to hide.
With so many masters gathering, it was natural that they would fight for various resources and dislike each other. After traveling only five hundred miles, they saw at least a dozen corpses of Yuanji realm masters.
One hundred and thirty miles ahead is the empty sea, and the sky that has been gloomy for many days finally begins to rain heavily. The carriage arrived at a valley and suddenly stopped. Yan Kunzong, who was driving the carriage, turned back and said: "Your Majesty, there are people discussing on the cliff above. Oh, the competition is over!"
"Unsage They are ants after all! There is no reason in this world. If I, Wu Si, are a saint, how can I be killed by others?"
A fierce roar came from above, gradually weakening, and the mountain pattern after the death of the master of the ten quasi-sage sects! It turned into ownerless power and splashed everywhere.
The person who died was actually a master of the Ten Saints.
Then there was a "rumbling" of rocks falling.
Xin Zhuo pointed his finger, and the falling stones scattered on their own.
“Huh.”
There was a faint sound of breaking wind from the front, and a figure blocked the way of the carriage, it was the murderer.
This person looks like a young man, with a strand of hair hanging down from each temple, and his eyes are like knives. It looks cold, and there is a faint glow of blazing fire around him, which bakes and evaporates the heavy rain in the sky, making him unable to be anywhere near him.
It is also a quasi-sage of ten disciplines, and its arrogance is unparalleled.
Yan Kuizong couldn't help but swallowed.
Mo Xianyi in the carriage also leaned closer to Xin Zhuo subconsciously.
Xin Zhuo opened the curtain and looked out: "If you want to ride in the car, just come up. Don't look like you are dead. Who are you showing it to?"
There was no politeness in this sentence. The expressions of Yan Kuzong and Mo Xianyi changed slightly, thinking that a battle was inevitable.
Unexpectedly, the young man didn't take it seriously at all, and disappeared in a flash. When he reappeared, he had already reached the carriage and said coldly: "Let's go!"
Yan Kuozong had no choice but to wave his whip and the carriage Head towards the end of the valley.
The temperature in the carriage was extremely high, coming from the young man's body, and there was also an indescribable strong murderous aura. This murderous aura was not directed at anyone, as if it existed within him.
Mo Xianyi couldn't bear it, so he stayed away and hid behind Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo suddenly asked: "How many people have you killed?"
The young man said: "Ninety-nine people have been killed, and ninety-nine have broken through the ten sects of quasi-sages!"
Mo Xianyi's expression changed completely.
Xin Zhuo asked: "How many quasi-sages are there in the world?"
The young man said: "I don't know, but in the past few hundred years, the major forces and casual cultivators in this great region have accumulated The number of those who came down is probably no less than three thousand, and most of them are rats living in the mountains!”
"This number is beyond imagination!" Xin Zhuo nodded: "But why do you want to kill them?"
The young man said: "Because they came to participate in the rise of Xingkonghaishenglinyuan. There are too many people. I feel irritated, so I’ll kill a few to practice my skills!”
“What a good reason!” To participate in Xing Konghai’s becoming a saint, do you want to join in and kill me too?”
The young man didn’t hesitate at all: “I can’t kill you, you’re not much worse than me”
Xin Zhuo felt bored for a moment, stopped talking, and looked out the window at the heavy rain.
The young man stopped talking.
Half an hour later, we finally emerged from the long valley, and the front suddenly became clear.
A straight avenue leads directly to the depths of the sea. There are crowds of people on the road, but it is not noisy. Most of the people are riding ancient monster cars or riding spiritual beasts.
Zeng Konghai has arrived!
(End of this chapter)