The uniform roar of the hundreds of thousands of low-level monks, the momentum alone, not to mention ordinary people, even the monks of the Golden Core Formation Stage can't help but feel a little frightened.
The city gate of Liangdu City slowly opened, and a group of seven or eight people slowly walked out. The leader was the uncle of the current Emperor of Qin, Ying Li, the contemporary head of the Huhuang Sect, and Ying Li was followed closely by Qi Yingli.
An unknown old man with white beard and hair.
There were only eight people, eight monks who seemed to be walking out slowly and casually. They didn't have uniform steps, nor did they have that overwhelming momentum. They just walked out slowly step by step.
However, as soon as these eight people appeared, the army of hundreds of thousands of monks seemed to suddenly shudder. No matter how strong their momentum was, they immediately disappeared without a trace as soon as they reached the side of these eight people.
"I know you are ignorant, let's forget about this incident, why don't you retreat quickly!" Ying Li glanced at the army of monks and said slowly word by word.
Ying Li was already a great monk in the separation and union stage. Although his voice sounded calm, to the ears of ordinary monks, it sounded like a roaring wave. The tyranny in it was difficult to describe at all.
"You can't wait for only eight people, but you actually asked me to retreat with hundreds of thousands of troops. How ridiculous!" Hong Mantang, Li Fan and dozens of other people also slowly approached Ying Li and others step by step.
There were dozens of people in their group, all masters at the Nascent Soul stage or above, including four monks at the Lihehe stage. With them facing Ying Li and the other eight people, the army of hundreds of thousands of monks suddenly felt the pressure lessened and their whole body felt comfortable.
A lot.
When those eight people appeared, the pressure they naturally carried with them already made the hundreds of thousands of low-level monks feel suffocated.
"Huh! You can't blame us for seeking death!" A cold snort came from among the seven people behind Ying Li.
Hong Mantang and others paused in their steps. Even with their high level of cultivation, they couldn't help but feel extremely uncomfortable under that cold snort, and the group's expressions couldn't help but change.
Ying Li slowly backed away, and the seven old men stepped forward one by one. They stood quietly at the city gate, as if looking down at all living beings, quietly looking at the hundreds of thousands of troops in front of them.
Their arrogant and disdainful looks were as if they were not seeing hundreds of thousands of monks, but hundreds of thousands of ants that could be trampled to death with one kick.
After seeing clearly the appearance of the seven old men in front of them, Hong Mantang, Li Fan and others couldn't help but change their expressions, and took a breath of cold air.
Among the seven old men, Hong Mantang only knew one.
"Win!" I remember that I had just been admitted to the Scarlet Flame Sect by my master, and I was just a rookie monk who had just set foot in the innate world. At that time, under the leadership of his master, he participated in the monk trading conference that was held once every ten years.
Above, I have seen this winning side.
Although I don’t know what level Ying Po was at that time, Hong Mantang can be sure that Ying Po was very strong, because his master, who was already in the separation stage, had a little dispute with Ying Po. What happened?
His master was severely beaten by Ying Po. If it hadn't been at the trading conference, maybe Ying Po would not only have beaten his master to a black and blue face, he might have also beaten Hong Mantang's master at that time.
Among the seven people in front of him, Yingpo was so unknown and inconspicuous at all!
"Are the other people all monks who have beaten that level? Or maybe it's higher?" Hong Mantang didn't dare to think about it anymore. If he thought about it again, he might want to run away on the spot.
"A few old friends! Since we are here, there is no need to hide anymore, come out!" The seven people did not look at Hong Mantang and the others at all, but turned their eyes to the sky in the northwest.
There was nothing in the sky over there except a few floating white clouds.
However, just as the seven people shouted loudly, the white clouds began to slowly twist, and then nine figures appeared in everyone's eyes.
"See our ancestors!"
"Meet the Patriarch!"
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After seeing the appearance of those nine people clearly, hundreds of thousands of people from the Six Demonic Sects all knelt down.
"My old friends are all well and good! If I had known, you would all show up for this secret key!" An old man in a yellow shirt among the seven members of the Protector of the Emperor Sect raised his head, looked up at the sky, and shouted.
"Hahaha... Yingxuan, I never thought that you, an old guy, have lived for a thousand years and you are not dead yet!" Among the nine people, a big man in black shirt laughed.
"Chi Qingzi, you're not dead yet, how could I die? We've already got half of our foot in the coffin, but you demon bastards have turned their attention to us, the Ying clan!"
The old man in yellow shirt confronted each other.
"Ying Xuan, stop talking nonsense. We, the Ying clan, are too lazy to do anything. Hand over the key to the secret and we will retreat immediately! If not, don't blame us for not taking into account the friendship we have had for so many years!" The nine people who spoke were the ones who spoke.
Among them was an old man named Yew. Although the old man's beard and hair were all white, his face was like that of a child.
"Do you think the secret treasure left by our ancestors of the Ying family is really that easy to obtain? Even if you collect three secret keys and enter the secret treasure of the First Emperor, you will die more than you will live! If you ask us to hand over
It is absolutely impossible to find out the secret key!" Ying Xuantie shouted with a livid face.
"Yingxuan, don't be stubborn. For the sake of everyone being a loose immortal, I'm telling you so much! Otherwise, I would have killed the treasure and seized the person, and I would still talk so much nonsense to you!"
The one is Chi Qingzi, there are nine people in their group, four in the Tribulation Stage and five Loose Immortals.
Originally, whether they were monks in the tribulation period or loose immortals, they had been meditating in their own caves in order to be more certain of survival in the catastrophe they were about to face. However,
But when they suddenly heard the news about the secret key, how could they not be moved?
The First Emperor was the monk with the greatest magical power in history. It is said that before he ascended to heaven, he could kill even the golden immortals in the lower realm of the immortal world. Within the secret treasures he left behind, there were all kinds of magical treasures and elixirs that contained absolute
There are no longer a few, and there may even be legendary elixirs and magical weapons. If they get just one, they will be much more confident when facing the catastrophe in the future. How can they resist this temptation?
Woolen cloth?
There are three secret keys, one in the hands of the known righteous path. Adding this one, there are already two. As long as the third secret key appears, you can enter the long-circulated secret secret of the First Emperor.
In the middle, I got the legendary magical weapon and elixir. Who can resist this temptation!
"It seems that there is only one way to get the secret key! Fight!" The nine people nodded to each other and pounced on the seven members of the Emperor Protector Sect.
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