Chapter 688 How can the people in this fairy pond be so strong!
Chapter 688 How could the people in this fairy pond be so strong!
"More than a dozen masters of the Yashen Sect disappeared like this?
How can Brother Cat’s master be so powerful?”
The young man in yellow robe stared at all this with his mouth open, he couldn't believe his eyes.
There are a dozen strong men in the Eight Gods Sect, among whom the tallest one has reached the fifth level of the life and death realm. This strong man has opened at least four gates. In terms of combat effectiveness, he is much stronger than them.
times.
However.
Brother Cat's master was also at the fifth level of the realm of life and death. With a wave of his hand, a strong wind came and blew away all the masters of the Eight Gods Sect.
This strength is really terrifying.
"Brother Xiong, wake up quickly, what's wrong with you?"
The big black cat was amused, so he quickly walked over and pushed the boy in yellow robe.
"ah!"
The young man in yellow robe wakes up from a dream.
He turned around, bent down with his hands clasped in his fists, and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, for your help..."
Ye Yun waved his hand lightly and said with a smile: "You're welcome. The three of us have lived in the deep mountains and forests all year round and are not familiar with this world. Thanks to you for clarifying our doubts..."
"A little superficial knowledge makes senior laugh."
The young man in yellow robe took a deep breath and looked at Ye Yun with bright eyes, feeling both gratitude and admiration in his heart.
This senior in white has an unfathomable level of cultivation.
Yet so approachable.
The most important point is that this senior is still a powerful demon clan.
Today's Jiuli Monster Clan is the weakest force among the three major forces in the world...
If he can convince this senior to join the Jiuli Monster Clan, it will invisibly strengthen the strength of the entire Jiuli Monster Clan.
I had this thought in my mind.
The young man in yellow robe's previous thoughts of rejection disappeared.
"Senior, the masters of Yashenmen will never give up. There are still some dangers here. Why don't we go back first..."
The young man in yellow robe said respectfully.
"good!"
Ye Yun nodded.
He happened to want to take a look at the Jiuli Demon Clan.
The small world of Xiantang is extremely ancient. Countless creatures have existed for millions of years, and they have also produced their own cultivation civilization.
Ye Yun was very interested.
Through the Jiuli Monster Clan, he was able to guess the strength of the two major forces, the Seven Star Clan and the Eight God Clan.
The young man in yellow robe took the lead, flying at low altitude above the mountains. Ye Yun, the big black cat, Mu Qing and other three people followed him leisurely.
"Brother Xiong, how far is this place from the Jiuli Demon Clan?"
After flying for a while, the big black cat asked.
"It's about 300,000 miles to reach Jiuli Mountain..."
The young man in yellow robe said softly.
"So far away? I think there are very few monsters in this place. Most of them are human monks. It should be human territory. Why did you come here?"
The big black cat frowned and asked.
In his opinion, the young man in yellow robe has a relatively low level of cultivation, and rashly intruding into the territory of the human race is really asking for death.
"Brother Cat, there's nothing I can do..."
The young man in yellow robe smiled bitterly, stretched out his hand and took out an emerald green herb, and explained: "This Jiulingcao has been harvested near our Jiuli Sacred Mountain, so we can only venture to the territory of the human race!
"
"You really want money rather than life!"
The big black cat shook his head and sighed.
"Brother Cat, in fact, most of the time the Yashen Gate will not kill us, it will only extract most of the blood from our bodies, and then release us..."
The young man in yellow robe scratched his head and said awkwardly.
"Why is this?"
The big black cat asked quickly.
"Those people from the Eight Gods Sect and our Jiuli Monster Clan are on a par with each other. They used to fight each other whenever they saw them. However, our Jiuli Monster Clan is weaker and is often the party with the heaviest casualties. This situation has lasted for many years.
, especially in the past thousand years, our Jiuli Demon Clan has fewer and fewer strong men, while there are more and more strong men in the Eight Gods Sect. As a result, the demon blood they need cannot be supplied at all, so this is why we changed it to a new one.
Create a new strategy, only draw blood, not take their lives..."
The young man in yellow robe sighed, with a sad look in his eyes.
Today's Jiuli Monster Clan, in the eyes of the Eight Gods Clan, is nothing more than some blood-taking beast pets.
The powerful Eight Gods Sect has many geniuses and strong men. If they were organized to launch an attack on the Jiuli Demon Clan, they would have perished long ago.
"Oh, the Jiuli Demon Clan is really miserable now..."
The big black cat sighed, feeling inexplicably heavy.
As a fellow demon clan, he felt the same way.
However, since he was an outsider after all, this feeling passed away in a flash.
"The Eight Gods Sect is now considered to dominate the small world of Xiantang..."
Looking at the sad-looking young man in yellow robe, Ye Yun nodded silently.
for this kind of thing.
Ye Yun was noncommittal. In his opinion, the law of the jungle in the world of martial arts is that the jungle prevails.
Several people continued to fly.
After flying thousands of miles, Ye Yun suddenly raised his eyebrows. Thousands of miles ahead, he spotted an acquaintance.
The silver-robed masked man from Tianji Pavilion.
At this moment, he was in an extremely embarrassed state, with his whole body bound by chains and his cultivation sealed, standing in the middle of a valley.
The four major sect guard teams brought by the silver-robed masked man from Tianji Pavilion received almost the same treatment as him.
Everyone looked miserable, their clothes were in rags, their bodies were stained with blood, and their cultivation was sealed by a chain.
Surrounding the crowd, there were more than a hundred disciples of the Eight Gods Sect standing in the air.
These disciples looked grim and shouted at the people below them from time to time.
"Where did you barbarians come from? Tell us quickly, otherwise, don't blame us for going on a killing spree!"
An old man from the Yashen Sect, with a hooked nose and sinister eyes, shouted coldly.
"Heaven doesn't fulfill people's wishes!"
The man in the silver robe and mask raised his head and whispered to himself, with sadness in his eyes.
They entered the small world of Xiantang and just started exploring when they encountered a powerful enemy.
The opponent had a large number of people, hundreds of them, each with amazing magical powers and skills, which caught them off guard and led them to retreat.
At this moment, an old man with a hooked nose in this mysterious force was even more terrifying. He broke through everyone's blockade, broke through easily, and fought with him.
The battle was over in just a few breaths.
He was actually captured alive by the opponent.
Next, a chain wrapped around his body, imprisoning his entire body.
Because he, the leader, was captured alive.
The disciples of the other four major sects were even more unwilling to fight, and in the end they were all captured alive.
Originally, before entering Xiantang, he confidently swore in front of the Pavilion Master that he would find the ancestral land of Tianji Pavilion and also find the disappeared ancient demon dragon.
However, God did not fulfill people's wishes.
After this group of people came in, they were wiped out so easily.
"How can the people in this fairy pond be so strong!"
The man in silver robe and mask thought sadly.
If such a powerful force appears on Cangnan Continent, only the heaven-level sects may be able to deal with it.
"You guys use different magical powers and techniques that I have never seen before - tell me the origin quickly, otherwise don't blame us for being cruel!"
A middle-aged man next to the sinister old man glared fiercely with a ferocious look on his face. He raised his palm and made a killing gesture.
A strong and cold killing intent fell instantly.
The disciples of the four major sects were trembling all over, as if they had fallen into a ten-thousand-year ice cellar, and their whole bodies were chilled to the bone.