"The East Palace is such a good trick!"
The Qiankun Qingshan old man's forehead was filled with a thick silver color. This is a characteristic of the masters of the Shenwu clan. He is Ye Ruochen's elder brother Jue Sanyang, a master of the Wuya realm. , this time, one is for the dragon clan's quota, and the other is for his father's adopted son, his younger brother Ye Ruochen to seek an explanation.
According to the original plan, Xiguzhe’s master and apprentice invited Xinzhuo to come and compete. The masters of the Shenwu clan took the opportunity to enter and "accidentally" killed him. Considering the East Palace’s contempt for the son-in-law, it was not a big deal. .
And according to Xi Guzhe’s master and disciple, Xin Zhuo just entered the Heng Realm more than a hundred years ago. After all these wasted years, he is now probably in... the Second or Third Realm of Heng, or at most the Fourth Realm of Heng!
But, what is the situation now? He saw clearly when this person made a move. Although he did not use all his strength, he only used insignificant Dao Yuan Power and a Dao Soul. As a result, Jue Si was easily defeated. This...at least Heng Eleventh Realm cultivation level.
Is it possible that Xi Guzhe’s master and disciple deliberately humiliated Qiankun Qingshan?
Waving to signal the masters of the Shenwu Clan to go and rescue Jue Si, his eyes were still fixed on Xi Guzhe’s master and apprentice.
Xi Guzhe and Tai Lingzi frowned. They had just seen clearly that Xin Zhuo's strength was probably above the Hengshi realm, but his cultivation was particularly weird and it was difficult to see clearly. clear.
They no longer cared about Jue Sanyang's thoughts at the moment, they just looked at Miss Xi Heying and Xi Qingfu. This family of three was really good at cultivating Xin Zhuo to this point quietly. . He was also asked to pretend to be crazy and act stupid, just a son-in-law, so why bother?
Father-in-law Xi Qingfu’s lazy and indifferent attitude towards everything became much more restrained, and a trace of interesting smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: “That boy from the Shenwu Tribe is in the Hengshi Realm. He was waiting for something, but he was defeated by Xin Zhuo's attack. It's strange that this kid has only entered the Heng Realm for more than a hundred years and is now at least the Heng Eleventh Realm!"
Mrs. Siyuan's expression changed, just like...something that was once boring to look at suddenly became more valuable. The key is that she, a boundless master who has been practicing for thousands of years, sometimes misjudges it. He said calmly: "It must have been cultivated secretly by my daughter. The Dao Soul this son just cast seems to be a forbidden Dao Soul, not the Xuanwu Mother Soul I gave him back then. This girl Ying'er is really powerful!"
Xi Qingfu smiled and said, "Follow me, my daughter!"
Not far away, Xi Heying naturally heard what his parents said clearly, and he couldn't help but frown, and fell into deep thought.
In one hundred and thirty years, Xin Zhuo has broken through more than ten small realms since he first entered the Eternal Realm. Not to mention that he was of no help to him, not even giving him the most basic Wuyun Stone and Star Crystal. One piece, even if he had countless treasures of heaven and earth, and gave them all to him, how could he do it?
“Boom!”
"Well..."
At this time, in the illusion of the twelfth arena, Feiyu's slender figure was stained with blood, staggering and flying out, the long sword fell from his hand, and he fell heavily to the ground. , and slid dozens of feet along the ground, leaving an eye-catching bloodstain along the way.
The bones of the body are broken, the meridians are sluggish, and the seven orifices are bleeding.
A miserable failure!
When Xi Heying saw it, he waved Feiyu to his side and immediately treated him with elixirs and secret healing methods.
The faces of Xi Qingfu and his wife and a large number of masters from the Eastern Palace became very ugly.
Looking again at the illusion of the arena, the Honglingzhou Zhao Tingxuan looked directly in the direction of the East Palace camp, and said coldly with a cold, serious and domineering attitude: "Are they all like this in the East Palace? It's inevitable. It’s as expected!”
How can the East Palace tolerate this provocative gesture? The voice of a Wuya ancestor came from above: "Taixu Sword Pavilion Deng Wuchan, kill her!"
"Here!"
A woman from the Taixu Sword Pavilion's Heng 14th realm, Jumping out, like a shooting star, straight into the illusion of the arena.
There is no nonsense, the sword is like the galaxy, sweeping in all directions.
The two men trembled and moved around, creating a huge momentum, causing sand and stones to fly for a while.
At this moment, not only this arena, but also all the other arenas in the illusion, there are masters entering to fight.
As the saying goes, there is no second in martial arts. Even if Chang Sheng Sheng and Zhi Taizi are famous, have extremely high cultivation levels, and have profound backgrounds, there are still a large number of masters who are not convinced and come in to compete.
Only Xin Zhuo is the only one in the 33rd ring where Xin Zhuo is. After a while,
"Mao Li from the Shenwu Tribe, please enlighten me!"
Hundreds of miles away, in the sea of clouds in the green mountains of Qiankun, a small and exquisite woman with cat ears suddenly stepped on the sky. Bloody light reached the sky above the Thirty-Three Rings in one step, and the momentum of the Constant Thirteenth Realm soared into the sky. The moment he entered the illusion of the ring, even the formations began to shake.
A group of masters from the Shenwu Clan, a large number of masters from the Eastern Palace, Yuan Qigui’s master and apprentice, Xi Guzhe’s master and apprentice, Xi Qingfu and his wife, and Miss Xi Heying all looked at it, not wanting to miss any detail.
Naxinzhuo actually feels very weird.
"This catwoman should be of the blood of the Shenwu Tribe and the Demon Tribe, and she has cultivated the magical power of moving around in a small way."
Xi Guzhe glanced at Xi Qingfu's family meaningfully, and then said: "Such a small and exquisite person. The technique combines the yin and yang of Tai Chi to move a thousand pounds. That Xin Zhuo should be in the Heng 11th realm and has quite a magical power. This battle... is hard to say!"
Ancestor Yuan Qi Gui stroked his beard and pondered! After a moment, he said: "Is it difficult to say... Xin Zhuo has not practiced much for more than a hundred years, how can he break through more than a dozen small realms, with an average of more than ten years per realm? This is a bit too scary."< br>
Very good, the old man’s reaction was a little slow, but these words gave everyone a wake-up call. They didn’t think about it just now, but now that they think about it carefully, they can’t help but take a breath of air.
A small realm for more than ten years? How is this done? Miss Xi Heying wasn't so fast back then, right?
Just thinking of this, everyone paused for an instant——
In the fantasy desert of the thirty-three arenas, Catwoman’s nine-tailed fox spirit appeared behind her, her eyes were blood red, like the moon in the sky, and strange. It changed into many shapes, and its aura climbed to ten times its cultivation level.
A Nine Nether Penetration Claw, with the posture of a mountain roaring and a tsunami, emerged from the Styx Blood Sea, under the desert, in the mid-air, and from the broken void, endless He reached out and grabbed Xin Zhuo.
Not only that, a pair of unicorn armor spiritual treasures also appeared on her body, and a red light appeared between her eyebrows, shooting towards Xin Zhuo, and before she even got close, three thousand evil cat spirits evolved.
This series of methods is very terrifying. Even if the Heng Fourteenth Realm comes, they will have to go all out.
However, Xin Zhuo watched silently at first, and then stepped forward. Behind him appeared an eight-thousand-foot fairy cloud Taoist spirit, with an iron lock faintly glowing inside. The iron lock flickered, scattering ripples, and each ripple was It's an immortal forbidden , easily blocking all the power of Catwoman's Dao Soul,
then she raised her eyebrows and shot out a golden true eye, with an attitude of suppressing the sky above and suppressing all the nine underworld, reflecting Catwoman's attitude. The evil shadow of the cat spirit.
Immediately, a body of Dao Yuan force overwhelmingly crushed Catwoman's sea of blood.
The middle and index fingers of her right hand came together and shook lightly.
“噌——”
The phantom of a huge sword composed of thousands of feet of Dao Yuan force suddenly appeared from behind Catwoman. One point two, two points three, three points nine hundred and ninety-nine, all hitting Catwoman's back in one breath.
The Catwoman's reaction was not unpleasant. She grunted and turned into a blood cloud to dodge, changing her direction seventeen times in a row. However, her natal magic weapon, the Detective Claw, grabbed at the target with unprecedented tyranny. Xin Zhuo Danhai, this move of retreating in order to advance is very vicious.
Unfortunately, Xin Zhuo seemed to have figured out all her thoughts and dodged earlier, waiting for her in mid-air, and pointed out his finger slowly.
The catwoman was shocked and retreated: "Curse of the cat, thousands of armies!"
The space was torn apart, and a hundred thousand ancient beasts were faintly summoned.
It's too late!
“Dang!”
The Kirin Immortal Armor on her body, which weighs about ten million kilograms, has countless dazzling divine patterns, but it is no match for the power of hundreds of thousands of true dragons. Wither away.
A shrill scream resounded through the sky, and the person flew out of the illusion of the ring. All the magical powers and secret techniques were in vain. (End of this chapter)