Chapter 162 If you are beaten unilaterally, who are you going to kill?
There are so many people threatening me, Yan Qingyou, but you, a bear, are still not on the list.
Wanjia, the top power in Zhonglingzhou, has a saint king from the seventh realm. Back then, Yan Qingyou dared to break into Wanjia alone and with one sword, and rescued Wan Hanyi, who was still a child. Although it was difficult and difficult, there were
He broke out without any danger and made an agreement with Wanjia.
A mere old bear from the Monster Clan really cannot pose any threat to Yan Qingyou.
"If I don't pay, what can the demon clan do to me?"
Yan Qingyou opened the wine gourd at her waist, took a few swigs, and sneered.
"In the future, all the powerful monsters will come, can you alone stop them?"
Xiong Zu said loudly.
Yan Qingyou took a deep look at Xiong Zu, and found that there was a firm look in Xiong Zu's eyes, and there was no joking. What kind of effect does the sacred object of the Monster Clan have on the Monster Clan? Why do the top leaders of the Monster Clan value it so much?
If many strong men from the demon clan arrive, Yan Qingyou will really find it difficult to solve.
"You brat, tell me honestly, is that crap thing from the demon clan useful?"
Yan Qingyou turned to look at Xu Changge and asked in front of everyone.
The fundamental reason why the demon clan's sacred object incident has reached the point it is today is Xu Changge.
"Of course it works." Xu Changge put down the teacup in his hand and nodded.
"How useful is it?"
Yan Qingyou asked again.
Xu Changge thought for a moment and then said in deep thought: "If it is correct, it can restore the glory of the Wanyan Holy Land and make it immortal."
The treasure of the demon tribe is related to the secret of the emperor of the demon tribe and is the key to the emperor's tomb. Xu Changge is not interested in the inheritance of the emperor's tomb of the demon tribe, but he needs something from the emperor's tomb.
As long as you get something like that, it will be enough for the Wanyan Holy Land to return to glory.
"Yeah." Yan Qingyou nodded, her style suddenly changed, and she yelled at Xu Changge: "You idiot, why did you say such an important thing?"
"Didn't you ask me that?"
Xu Changge asked rhetorically.
"Let me ask you, don't you know about sound transmission?"
Yan Qingyou scolded.
"Then why didn't you transmit the message?"
Xu Changge paused.
Yan Qingyou was very serious: "I forgot."
"..."
Everyone is messed up.
"It's okay, it doesn't matter if others know about it anyway. This thing can only make my Wanyan Holy Land regain its glory, but it may be a fire pit for other forces."
Xu Changge was very thoughtful, how could he make such a low-level mistake? What Xu Changge said deliberately just now was just to muddy the waters.
The powerful men from all sides heard the discussion between Xu Changge and Yan Qingyou, and it was impossible to say that they were not moved.
Everyone in the Monster Clan is also confused. They don't know what the Monster Clan's treasure actually does. They only know that this thing is very important to the Monster Clan.
"My brat said that this thing is very important to my Ten Thousand Formations Holy Land, so I won't return it to the demon clan for the time being. When it is used up, the original thing will be returned."
Yan Qingyou said to Xiong Zu and others.
"It's ridiculous that you actually believe what a little brat says." Ancestor Xiong and other demon clan members sneered: "This thing belongs to my demon clan and will not be of any help to the human race."
"I believe it if you like it, it's none of your business."
Yan Qingyou retorted.
In fact, Yan Qingyou also had doubts in her heart.
However, when Yan Qingyou and Xu Changge looked at each other, as if they had spanned endless years, an inexplicable sense of familiarity came over them, making Yan Qingyou willing to believe what Xu Changge said.
"Seeking death."
Seeing that the negotiation was hopeless, Xiong Zu could only use strong methods.
Not long ago, Ancestor Xiong had already informed the higher-ups of the Demon Clan about what happened here. Presumably, the higher-ups of the Demon Clan are coming in a hurry right now, and it won’t be long.
"Old man, let's settle this matter quickly! We will have a nice chat later, but it's not convenient now."
Xu Changge urged Yan Qingyou.
Yan Qingyou turned around and glared at Xu Changge. This cheap apprentice was really annoying.
Clang!
Yan Qingyou put the wine gourd on his waist and put away his lazy look. When his eyes changed, the long sword at his feet fell into his hand. The long sword was unsheathed and the sword roared for nine days.
Yan Qingyou held the sword in her right hand and pointed at Xiong Zu and others: "Either get out or...die!"
"Do you really think my demon clan is easy to bully?"
Ancestor Xiong was furious. If nothing could be done better today, he would fight.
boom--
The saint's pressure flattened the clouds and mist covering hundreds of thousands of miles around, the ground cracked with countless cracks, and strong winds blew.
Yan Qingyou drew his sword and stepped forward, stabbing him with the sword.
A Bagua-shaped Dao pattern pattern appeared in front of Xiong Zu. His right hand passed through the Dao pattern and punched out.
Boom!
The two clashed, and the sky and the earth were eclipsed. Countless people were knocked to the ground, their souls trembling and uneasy.
Yan Qingyou's long sword shook slightly, causing the void to vibrate, making people feel horrified.
Xiong Zu felt that the Dao map condensed in his right hand was collapsing. He didn't want to get hurt and immediately backed away.
The remaining three monster saints present had not passed the fourth level of life and death, so naturally they could not participate in the battle, so they temporarily hid aside and watched.
Yan Qingyou's eyes glowed with cold light, and the long sword in his hand slashed at Ancestor Xiong's Tianling Cap.
Xiong Zu immediately manifested his true body, bursting the clothes on his upper body, and the huge bear body looked like a hill. His whole body was covered with a layer of pale golden light, and he held Yan Qingyou's sword on his head.
And fine.
"Roar!" Ancestor Xiong roared, and the power of the sound caused the void to twist.
Yan Qingyou frowned and suddenly felt a ringing in her ears.
At this moment, Ancestor Xiong turned into a stream of light, as fast as lightning, and punched Yan Qingyou in the chest.
puff--
Yan Qingyou's internal organs kept rolling, and she vomited out some of the wine in her stomach.
Yan Qingyou's eyes were blurred, and his right hand holding the sword did not move at all. He seemed to have lost his mind and was being beaten all the time.
thump!
Yan Qingyou fell to the ground with a pair of iron fists from Xiong Zu, creating a huge pit, like an abyss. In just a short moment, Yan Qingyou received hundreds of heavy punches from Xiong Zu, and her condition is unknown.
Even a great sage of the same realm would not be able to withstand the power of Ancestor Xiong's hundred punches.
"It's over."
When the people of Wanyan Holy Land saw Yan Qingyou being beaten underground, their faces turned pale and they felt desperate.
At the mountain gate of the holy land, Shangguan Guyun frowned, with a worried look on his face: "Can't Yan Qingyou be defeated?"
The three saints of the demon clan and the rest of the powerful men in the extreme spiritual realm had a smile on their lips.
"I thought this drunkard had some abilities, but it turned out that he was useless."
The demon clan and others sneered.
Yan Qingyou slowly climbed out of the pit, her clothes were ragged and she was very embarrassed.
"If you don't eat the toast, you will be fined with wine. I will kill you today."
Xiong Zu was so confident that when he saw Yan Qingyou who had just crawled out, he punched her again.
Before Yan Qingyou could even lift the sword in his hand, he was knocked away by Ancestor Xiong, smashing into more than a dozen mountains and destroying the sect-protecting formation of Wanyan Holy Land.
At the foot of a certain mountain in Wanyan Holy Land, Yan Qingyou was lying there, with sand flying all over the sky, obscuring everyone's sight.
Yan Qingyou's hair was very messy, and the Daobao cloth she was wearing was broken and had several big holes. During this thrilling battle, Yan Qingyou kept protecting the wine gourd around her waist with her left hand. She was really a proper drunkard.
Yan Qingyou burped, her eyes a little confused.
Ancestor Xiong did not intend to give Yan Qingyou time to breathe, and wanted to kill Yan Qingyou with the power of thunder. Only in this way could he frighten the people of the world and show the power of the demon clan.
boom--
Xiong Zu punched Yan Qingyou's body one after another, hitting his forehead and joints with the effort of a stick of incense. Yan Qingyou fell into the ruins not far from Wanyan Holy Land, and his body collapsed.
at every turn.
Xiong Zu found that Yan Qingyou's body seemed to be covered with scars, but Yan Qingyou's internal organs were never hurt, so he remained a little confused. Logically speaking, Xiong Zu's fierce attack was enough to kill a strong person of the same level.
Zhe Zhen was killed, but Yan Qingyou's vitality remained the same, without any disorder.
"Just a piece of trash."
Xiong Zu dragged Yan Qingyou out from the ruins, grabbed Yan Qingyou's torn clothes with his left hand, and threw them away.
With a "bang", Yan Qingyou was thrown into the inner hall of Wanyan Holy Land by Xiong Ancestor, so that everyone could see Yan Qingyou's embarrassed appearance at this moment.
In the eyes of everyone, Yan Qingyou closed her eyes, with streams of wine flowing out of her mouth, and was dying.
The people of the Wanyan Holy Land were extremely scared, but they knew that they could not escape this calamity, so they always stood tall and refused to beg for mercy. Those who were born as the people of the Wanyan Holy Land will die as the ghosts of the Wanyan Holy Land.
At this time, the dignity of the Wanyan Holy Land must not be lost.
"The Wanyan Holy Land will not escape disaster after all."
The people watching from a distance shook their heads and sighed softly. Some forces have been making calculations, trying to figure out the role of the demon clan's sacred objects and whether they can get a share of the pie.
Xu Changge glanced at Yan Qingyou who was lying on the ground. He couldn't bear to look directly at her and complained in his heart: "I knew the old man was unreliable. He still hasn't woken up at this time."
Luo Huangxue tilted her head to one side, as if to say that she and Yan Qingyou didn't know each other.
It's so embarrassing.
Regarding Yan Qingyou's strength, Luo Huangxue was not 100% clear, but she still understood it very well. Therefore, Luo Huangxue did not have any worries, but she felt that Yan Qingyou, a master, was too imageless.
"The dignity of the demon clan cannot be trampled on. If your hands are stained with the blood of my demon clan, you should die to apologize!"
Ancestor Xiong moved his gaze towards Luo Huangxue, and pointed at Luo Huangxue with the intention of killing him.
Countless people closed their eyes, not wanting to see the fall of Luo Huangxue's generation of talent.
"Senior Sister Luo!"
Bai Yixuan rushed towards Luo Huangxue and shouted loudly.
"Luo Yatou!"
The higher-ups of the Holy Land all showed worried expressions and called out helplessly.
At the critical moment, a ghost-like shadow flashed across and appeared in front of Luo Huangxue, just in time to block the bear clan's finger.
"Xiongzai, who do you want to kill?"
Yan Qingyou's black hair rose to the sky, her eyes were sharp, and her voice seemed to come from the underworld of Jiuyou, making people's hair stand on end.