Chapter 1599 King! King!
Ye Miaojin's voice was very cold, without any emotion, and resounded throughout the Wushan Divine Valley.
The masters of the Wushan clan from all directions looked at Xin Zhuo, who was flying upside down, without concealing the indifference and rejection in their expressions.
The void in the distance shattered, and a stalwart figure came with the flames of flames burning in the prairie fire. The powerful quasi-emperor Hunyuan divine power pressed towards Xin Zhuo.
Xin Zhuo's body moved away uncontrollably, and he was about to leave the Wushan Divine Valley in the blink of an eye, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and the five-color divine light behind him was dazzling, and he arrived outside the temple very quickly, fiercely One swipe.
Three storage bags and a Qingling Broken Flower Sword flew up from Ye Miaojin's body.
"This..."
Wushan Dermatitis and Wushandong among the Wushan tribe were shocked. How could Xin Zhuo still be able to use the five-color divine light of the Great Holy Lord Menglou? ? Didn't he say that he copied it using the "Sacred Mountain Witchcraft"? Menglou is not here now!
Evidently Ye Miaojin did not expect it. He waved his sleeves and shouted: "Three Lights True Water!"
"Chirp Chirp..."
A huge green water flow emerged from the sky and turned into eighteen turbulent waves. Each drop of water weighed more than ten million kilograms, and rolled towards the storage bag and the sword.
However, a transparent silk thread came in a flash, locking the storage bag and sword faster than she could, binding and pulling them back with lightning speed.
The sky was filled with water and the sky was completely empty.
Ye Miaojin stepped out of the hall, looked at the sky, and stopped again.
In the blink of an eye, I saw the beacon fire burning in the sky above the Wushan Divine Valley. It was a middle-aged man who looked about forty years old. He was dressed in green clothes and a purple and gold crown. He snorted coldly: "Boy, you are so arrogant. ! Let me go!”
With a wave of his hand, the Hunyuan storm turned into Tai Chi Yin and Yang, encompassing everything, like the strongest force in the world, tearing apart the space wherever it passed.
As soon as he reached the top of Xin Zhuo's head, a huge palm appeared from the Tai Chi yin and yang. The wind whirled on the palm, thunder and lightning struck, and it grabbed Xin Zhuo.
This quasi-emperor's method made Xin Zhuo like a flat boat in the sea, unable to resist or dodge, and his whole body was filled with chills.
At the critical moment, my eyebrows widened, and an invisible thought of the great road appeared. The sky became muddy, the earth became thick and sedimentary, and everything in between disappeared, as if it had returned to its original state. All living things will be destroyed.
The middle-aged man's expression changed and he did not dare to touch him. He quickly withdrew his magical power and turned it into black and white light. He walked back hundreds of miles and reappeared in shape. His face was full of horror, his body was trembling slightly, and his forehead was A drop of sweat slowly slipped down, and he looked directly at Xin Zhuo: "Son, where did you get such a terrifying secret of self-protection?"
"God Lord Wushan, I'm here to get something. Don't think that you, the quasi-emperor, can be your mother-in-law. I said, if one of the quasi-emperors is replaced, I'll kill you too if I piss you off!"
Xin Zhuo He smiled up at the sky and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.
"Huh——"
The wind blew by, blowing the towering ancient trees in the Wushan Divine Valley to this side.
No one in the thousands of tribesmen said a word, they were all dumbfounded. They thought that no matter how strong Xin Zhuo was, he could only defeat the Great Yuan Lord. How could even the Quasi-Emperor dare to defeat Ni?
After a long time, the God of Wushan calmed down and landed in front of the temple above. He looked at Ye Miaojin, who was expressionless and standing with bare hands, and asked: "How are you, disciple?"
Ye Miaojin said calmly: " No problem!”
Wu Shan Shenjun frowned: “This Xin Zhuo is very good, he is a teacher. I don’t understand what methods he uses. This boy has incredible luck and strong cultivation. He may not be his opponent even if he is a master for at least a thousand years. Disciple, I heard that he was with you... If you were with him. Marriage, I guess..."
Ye Miaojin's face turned cold, turned back to the palace, and closed the door with a wave of her hand.
God Lord Wushan was silent for a moment, waved his hand and threw out a dozen storage bags, and said in a kind tone: "Disciple, it doesn't matter if you don't want to, this is for the disciples of Zhoutian, Da Zitian and Beidou Nebula. Keep the borders, including the treasures exchanged from the quasi-emperors!”
Ye Miaojin's voice came out: "Thank you, Master!"
Wushan Shenjun turned around and looked in the direction where Xin Zhuo was leaving again. His chest heaved and he couldn't calm down for a long time. It was even scarier than he imagined, and the more he thought about it, the scarier it became. With his level of cultivation, he had never seen it before. If it had been back then... Didn’t meet..."...
"Hu——"
Xin Zhuo was still flying backwards with the wind that separated him and Ye Miaojin from Wushan God. His body was out of control. In just half an hour, he flew hundreds of thousands of miles. He couldn't help but cursed: "Shen Gongyan, Wushan old ghost blew it." What kind of wind?”
It looks familiar. , but it seems to be more powerful...
Shen Gongyan said lazily: "Small means, the wind of Hunyuan Realm, this wind can blow the three realms, and can blow away the sorrow of ghosts and gods. In the future, battles between immortals and mortals will definitely not be uncommon. ”
Zhongyufeng? No wonder.
Xin Zhuo asked: "How to stop?"
Shen Gongyan smiled bitterly and said: "When the wind is weak, it will naturally stop. This thing is the trick of the quasi-emperors and old ghosts. The quasi-emperors cultivated the special power of Hunyuan when they created the world. It is all-encompassing and the beginning of Hunyuan. And they are the real ones." The Tao training of the world, that is, the great ways of heaven and earth, the various forms of the world, and the rules of heaven and earth, are all refined by them.
The gap between the Great Yuan Lord and the Quasi-Emperor is too big. People often say that Wuji Tao training is once every one thousand years. "Tai, in fact, the quasi-emperor has bad luck at the third level, and it is difficult to break through the first level in his life. It's not that I look down on you, but I'm afraid you won't be able to help you much in the future."
Xin Zhuo was silent. Lying down, pillowing his hands on his head and drifting with the wind, he looked inside the Danhai. The "initial" one-time magical power did not change at all because of the initial move to scare away the God of Wushan. He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Looking at the storage bag and the sword that he got from Ye Miaojin, the sword is useless, just an ordinary quasi-emperor magic weapon. Of the three storage bags, the first two are filled with women's clothing and accessories. And some simple crystal stones, true sources, and Wu Yun stones, she doesn't have much accumulation, or does she not need to carry them with her?
Looking at the third storage bag, there is only a box with a small word "道" on it.
He couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Got it.
"Buzz——"
At this time, the wind weakened, and he immediately jumped up and looked around, only to see that he had unknowingly entered a desolate and desolate sandbank and endless sand dunes. , mortar peaks, and there are cities full of exotic styles between the peaks and hills.
The winding sand roads are winding and circling, with many carriages and horses rushing along. Occasionally they encounter green water pools, and many travelers trot over to drink water.
It’s just that the yellow sand is sweeping across the world, making it appear smoky.
With a leap, he escaped onto a mortar mountain peak. Just as he was about to find a hiding place, he saw a demonic atmosphere rising to the top of the peak. There was a messy and decorated village with human bones everywhere, dripping with blood, and lonely souls. Flying and ghostly.
More than a dozen male and female warriors are confronting a group of monsters. The group of monsters is obviously outmatched. There are many casualties. There are only one bear-headed person and a banshee king with a handsome face and graceful figure who spits out her core from time to time. , covered with bruises, wrapped in evil spirit, struggling hard.
“You bitch monster, die!”
The group of young male and female warriors were preparing for the final kill. The violent shadows of the small world were hazy and vast.
Astonishingly, they are all between the bottleneck of the sea of suffering and the true state, and they can be considered a master.
The two demon kings, with only a dozen or so little demons left, had their eyes broken and were unwilling to run away. They raised their weapons, roared angrily, and were ready to fight. Suddenly, they glanced at Xin. Zhuo.
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
The bear-headed demon king and the beautiful demon king were overjoyed and shouted in a trembling tone.
The group of warriors also looked over and were stunned for a moment.
Xin Zhuo glanced around and frowned. He was obviously calling himself, Your Majesty?
(End of this chapter)