Han Baodiao was surprised when he saw the Apostle of Jealousy and the Apostle of Fury again.
"You seem disappointed?"
The jealous apostle laughed strangely and said, "How can the spring water spurted out by a mere soul-level spirit beast kill us two?"
"Since the two of you were not injured, why couldn't you hide out?"
Luo Qingfeng frowned, and there was a rare hint of anger on his pretty face, "Could it be that you want to hide and sit on the mountain to watch the tigers fight, and secretly reap the benefits? Since we have joined forces, we should work together to advance and retreat together, like you do.
How can you accomplish something if you are full of calculations?"
"I didn't expect that Dangtang's words would be as childish as a three-year-old child's words."
The jealous apostle's eyes were full of sarcasm, "Look at these people, who are not here with selfish motives and calculations? Who of them is really for the so-called justice of the human race? What's more, you have never heard of our Black Coffin's behavior.
What?"
"What a black coffin."
Even though Luo Qingfeng had a gentle temper, he was still very angry. He sneered and said, "It's really better to be famous in person!"
"How long has it been and we are still fighting among ourselves!"
The thin monkey Zhang on the side was so worried that he blurted out, "If we don't retreat quickly, those two monsters will come after us!"
"After all, you underestimated Zizaitian's background."
Luo Qingfeng's expression froze, and he sighed, "We won't complain if we lose!"
After that, he grabbed Han Baodiao, who was in despair, and headed straight to the east without looking back.
The jealous apostle and the furious apostle looked at each other, then shook their heads and followed helplessly.
After learning about Kinkli's weakness from Reinhardt, the two Black Coffin Apostles planned to go to the place where the Second Prince and White Tiger were fighting to wait for an opportunity to make a sneak attack and cause trouble.
Unexpectedly, the development of things far exceeded the two people's expectations.
Jin Keli, who was ranked thirteenth in the rankings, was no match for the white tiger. He was beaten to the point where he lost his armor and fled in panic.
By the time the two arrived, the second prince had long since disappeared, and Bai Hu's perception was even more astonishing. He instantly discovered the traces of the two apostles, turned back decisively, and pounced on them.
At this point, the two quickly realized that Jin Keli's defeat was not unfair.
The strength of the White Tiger was terrifying. When one against two, he not only did not lose, but actually killed the two of them, leaving them in dire straits. They had to fight and retreat. After sustaining wounds all over, they finally withdrew outside the territory of the Tiger Clan.
Finally, the winged tiger seemed to have some concerns and stopped at the border of the tiger tribe, instead of chasing after him.
The two apostles of Jealousy and Fury managed to escape with their lives. They didn't bother to sneak attack Jin Keli and just ran away. They happened to meet Luo Qingfeng and others who were also retreating.
"Bald Donkey, have you ever seen the boy I brought?"
After all, these people are all soul-realm bosses. Although they encountered many obstacles from spirit beasts along the way, they were able to deal with them calmly. After a while, Jin Keli's familiar voice suddenly came from the front.
"Amitabha, could it be that His Highness the Second Highness is your younger brother?"
What followed closely was the voice of the Flame Sea Divine Monk, "Your Highness, the Fourth Highness, has always been by your side. After we parted, the poor monk has never seen him again."
"Useless bald ass!"
Jin Keli snorted coldly and did not continue to ask.
Ever since the battle with White Tiger, he could no longer sense Reinhard's aura, and he felt quite unhappy.
It wasn't that he suddenly realized his conscience and started to care about his brother's safety, but the old man's instructions before leaving were still echoing in his ears. If Reinhard really died in Zizaitian, even if the emperor couldn't really expel him, he would still be there.
Punishment is unavoidable.
When Luo Qingfeng and others arrived, they found that in addition to the two great monks Jin Keli and Yanxing Yanhai, the two practitioners of Hell Valley, Zhizhang and Xuhuo, were also gathered together with everyone. In addition to Fat Toutuo, the four great saints of Tonglinghai
Together with Reinhardt, all the masters who attacked Zizaitian this time have arrived, but they all have their own agendas and can't focus on one place, and they no longer have the turbulent arrogance they had when they first arrived.
Looking at Zi Zaitian's side, those facing him were poisonous pythons, giant elephants, nine-tailed celestial foxes, a wild boar, and spiritual beasts of various races with varying levels of strength.
On the surface, it is obvious that Luo Qingfeng's side is stronger, but the morale of both sides is completely reversed.
Most of the spirit beasts were aggressive and full of killing intent. On the contrary, the masters from all areas of the human race were anxious to return, their morale was low, and they had no intention of continuing to fight.
"It seems that the weather has not run out of luck. This time we lose."
Luo Qingfeng sighed and said, "Let's go while we still can!"
"Where's Fat Toutuo?"
The thin monkey Zhang Zuo couldn't wait for Fat Toutuo, who was also the psychic sea god general, and couldn't help but show anxiety on his face, "Why hasn't Fat Toutuo come back yet?"
"That fat bald guy?"
A strange voice suddenly sounded above everyone's heads, "No need to wait, he won't come."
"who?"
The thin monkey's expression changed, he raised his head suddenly and shouted.
"呲呲~"
What came into view was a huge, terrifying giant ape surrounded by electric light.
"Thunder?"
The thin monkey Zhang was no stranger to the leader of the Thunder Ape clan. His eyes passed over the giant ape and suddenly stopped on its shoulders.
I saw a handsome man in white clothes looking at me with a smile, his whole body exuding a bright and holy white light, and a double-headed giant blade kept turning at his fingertips.
Human race?
Seeing the man's appearance clearly, the experts from all fields were shocked, almost thinking that they had seen it wrong.
"who are you?"
The thin monkey Zhang stared closely at the double-headed giant blade at the fingertips of the man in white, gritted his teeth and said, "What did you do to Fat Toutuo?"
How could he not recognize that the double-headed giant blade in his opponent's hand was Fat Toutuo's weapon despite having been with him for thousands of years?
"What do you think?"
The man in white had a charming aunt smile on his face, and with a little force of his hands, he actually twisted the double-headed giant blade made of black iron into an arc shape, and finally broke it into two pieces with a "snap".
The man in white standing on Lei Lei's shoulders is naturally Zhong Wen.
"As a human being, you actually help the beasts of Zizaitian to kill the same kind of people?"
Skinny Monkey Zhang felt a pain in his heart, stared at him fiercely, gritted his teeth and said, "Do you still have any sense of shame? Do you still have the dignity of being a human being?"
"The bald man seemed to have said something similar just now."
Zhong Wen threw the two severed knives down casually, picked out his ear holes with his little finger, and said with disapproval, "I'm afraid you are mistaken. I am Wu Mao, but I am the leader of the Wu Mao tribe. You humans are so brave, how dare you make such a big show of it?"
If you invade my ZiZiTian, then all of them will be spared their lives!"
Thin Monkey Zhang: "..."
Luo Qingfeng: "..."
Han Baodiao: "..."
Flame Divine Monk: "Junior brother, what kind of race is this hairless tribe, and why are they so similar to my human race?"
"Brother, this person is talking nonsense, he just wants to disturb our minds."
Yanhai Divine Monk did not expect that his senior brother was so ignorant of worldly affairs, and couldn't help but cover his forehead with his hands, "The Hairless Clan is what the beasts in the sky call our human race."
"What a shameless boy!"
Seeing how arrogant he was, the Waste Walker was the first to be unable to restrain himself. He sneered, holding a metal claw in each hand, jumped up and grabbed him hard, "If you don't want to be a human being, then just die!"
"Look at my hairless tribe's magical powers!"
Zhong Wen's expression didn't change, he just glanced at him lightly and screamed strangely, "Soul Thorn!"
"ah!!!"
The Void Walker leaped into the air and felt a buzzing sound in his head. His soul seemed to be stabbed hard by countless invisible sharp needles. He had a splitting headache for a while and could no longer exert any strength. He let out a scream.
, the whole person was like a frightened bird, falling straight from the air, lying on the ground twitching, holding his head and rolling around.
What a means!
Everyone present was shocked. They looked at Zhong Wen with strong alertness and vigilance, and they no longer dared to show any contempt.
The Waste Walker ranks twenty-ninth in the Dianjiang Review. Although it is not low, it is far from the top. Among the experts in various fields present, there are definitely not a few who can defeat him.
But even if he was as strong as Luo Qingfeng, he would not dare to say that he could kill a divine general with just his eyes without using his hands.
Little did he know that even Zhong Wen himself was shocked by the effect of this soul stab.
Although this divine consciousness attack technique is powerful, in the past, when fighting against masters of the same level, the most it could do was cause the opponent to have a headache and lose his mind for a short time. To kill a divine general so easily was obviously beyond his expectation.
.
Is it because he absorbed too many half-soul bodies?
Then am I invincible?
He thought about it and had a vague guess, and the smile on his face became brighter.
"Waste!"
Seeing that the Waste Walker who had a close friendship with him was brutally killed, the staff walker was furious. The muscles of his thick right arm bulged, and he shot out the lion head staff again from his palm. His burly body rose from the ground and faced Zhong Wen with a thunderous force.
He was hit on the head, "How dare Zhu Zian do this!"
He is also the God of Hell Valley, and his ranking and strength are far above the Waste Walker. This time he attacks with all his strength, it is overwhelming and powerful.
However, Zhong Wen still had a smile on his face, but slowly raised his right hand and extended a shining index finger.
"boom!"
The man holding the staff hit his finger with a violent move that shocked the world and made people cry. There was a crisp sound and it stopped suddenly, unable to move forward even half an inch.
Using his fingers to bear this devastating blow, Zhong Wen actually didn't move at all, not even swaying.
How can it be?
The person holding the stick felt the lion's head stick hit the opponent's body, as if it had hit cotton. He had nowhere to apply his strength, but could not move forward. He couldn't help but feel frightened and angry, and his heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.