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Within a quarter of an hour, there were dozens of powerful sacred realms who appeared on the shores of Yuanhu Lake. Some of them were alone, and some of them appeared at the same time.

In addition to the Wushi Qianzhuang, the black market Yipintang, and the worship of the moon, there are also some of the top powers in the Northern Regions, such as the Xingsu religion, one of the seven ancient religions, and the Four Elephant Sects, one of the three branches of Taiji Road.

On the shore of a small lake, there are dozens of holy saints gathered, and each one who is going out is also a great figure on the side of such a powerful team. Such a powerful lineup is called a group of heroes.

This shows how attractive the 100,000-year-old holy medicine is.

"Why the news leaked so fast, we haven't landed yet, they all rushed over." Qing Mo said.

It was not an easy task to pick up the leaves of Chiba Chiba. Now, all the major forces are competing for it, and the difficulty naturally becomes more difficult.

Zhang Ruochen smiled and said, "Who else can?"

Qing Mo's eyes brightened and her mouth grew wide, saying, "You mean, the person who spread the news is the old guy of ancient pine nuts."

"No one but him."

"But why is he doing this? Isn't he afraid that the sage of Chiba is taken away by other forces?" Qing Mo felt puzzled.

Zhang Ruochen said: "It can only be explained that the difficulty in picking the leaves of Chiba esculenta is greater than we imagined. Gu Songzi brought these people here, either to let them explore the road or to let them die."

"This old guy is really a bad belly." Qing Mo snorted softly.

At this time, an old man with purple robes had a deep self-cultivation and took the lead in flying to the missed island in the center of the lake, preparing to forcibly land.

This man is a super-sect deputy lord of the Northern Territory. He has lived for nearly five hundred years, and his strength is not weak. Unfortunately, Shou Yuan is about to run out, and he has to desperately seize the Chiba sage to continue his life.

"As long as I win the Chiba sagebrush, not only will my cultivation be expected to go further, but Shouyuan will also increase greatly."

The old man in purple robe had bright eyes, and a purple cloud gushed from his body, shaking the space slightly. The water of Yuanhu Lake is like molten iron. With such amazing strength of the Holy Path, it is still as smooth as a mirror, without even a ripple.

The old man in purple robe noticed the strangeness of this lakeside, and he was shocked and wanted to withdraw.

"Boom."

In the sky, fine inscriptions emerged, interwoven into a thunderbolt, descended from the sky, and enveloped him.

"There are kills ..."

The old purple robe exclaimed, hitting four sacred artifacts in succession, the purple clouds and mists flowing out of the body became denser, and he wanted to tear the thunder and lightning to escape.

"Well." A series of explosive sounds, sounded from the edge of the lake.

All four sacred artifacts burst and turned into scrap iron. In the end, even the body of the old man in purple robe burst and burst into a mist of blood.

A deputy-level monarch, fell directly.

All the saints present were seeing this scene with their own eyes, and they were all inhaling the cold, and no one dared to act lightly.

"Han Fuju's Xiuwei has already reached the territorial level. How could it have fallen?"

"In the end, what kills the formation, even the Holy Land can't stop it."

The leader of Yipintang on the black market snorted coldly: "Yuanhu is a place where Dasheng never lived. How could he break into it easily? With Dasheng's method, leave a few lines of array inscriptions. It also has pretty terrible killing power. "

The method of the Great Saint is inscrutable, not something the saint can imagine. Obviously, the missed saint has left the killing here. After 100,000 years have passed, the former killing has already become broken and its power has greatly diminished.

However, even so, Yuanhu Lake is still a very dangerous place.

The saints of the major forces all calmed down and began to discuss ways to crack down the battlefield.

In Wuzhuang Qianzhuang, a total of four sacred realms entered Xianji Mountain, and the most powerful one was named Qiu Lanshan. Xiu was one of the masters of the northern sanctuary.

In addition, the other three are two elders from the Xuanhuang Realm, and Xue Sheng, the young leader of the Beiyu Shengyuan.

Xue Sheng has an eyebrow and an eyebrow. He is extraordinary and handsome. He is less than a hundred years old, but he has already entered the sacred realm. He is definitely a first-class person.

When he came to Yuanhu, Xue Sheng's eyes were observing the surrounding environment. Although young, he was very sophisticated.

At this moment, Xue Sheng's eyes were locked on Zhu Qingyi's body, and his eyes showed a look of surprise and fear.

Immediately afterwards, his lips moved and he whispered something to Qiu Lanshan and the two elders of Xuanhuangjing, one of his elder Xuanhuangjing exclaimed: "How is that possible?"

The eyes of the four sacred powerhouses in Wuzhuang Qianzhuang stared at Zhu Qing's clothes, and then they looked at Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo, all showing a look of uncertainty.

"It should be the devil's head. Although she is not wearing a veil, it is different from before, but her temperament is very similar."

"She seems weak, is she seriously injured?"

"The skin of that devil's head is flowing with a layer of golden mansions, which should be the poison of the golden bat python. It is a godsend. Today, she will be killed anyway to avenge the monks who died in the city of Wuzhuang. Qiu Lanshan's eyes sank, and his pupils showed a strong intention to kill.

Zhang Ruochen noticed that someone was staring at him, so he looked over and saw the four sacred powerhouses in Wushi Qianzhuang approaching.

"Witch, die."

Xue Sheng called out a five-foot long sacred sword, and a powerful sacred power broke out. He hit the sword directly and turned it into a cyan streamer, hitting the heart of Zhu Qingyi.

The sharp sword qi engulfed both Zhang Ruochen and Qing Mo.

Zhang Ruochen frowned slightly, pointing his fingers forward, a circular lightning barrier condensed out, like a lightning mirror, resisting the blue holy sword.

Where did Qing Mo expect this group of people to start, they sang and said, "What are you doing?"

The sound contained powerful attacking forces, forming a sonic ripple, which shook Xue Sheng back and forth until it reached Qiu Lanshan's sacred soul realm.

Xue Sheng's hair crest was cracked, and his robe was cracked.

Of course, Qing Mo didn't want to hurt people, he just used 10% or 20% of his practice. Otherwise, where could Xue Sheng still stand?

You know, Xue Sheng is the youngest saint in Beiyu Shengyuan, with countless haloes. His peers have not been afraid of anyone yet, but he was roared back by a sixteen or seven-year-old girl. It is conceivable that his heart has been shocked.

This shout of Qing Mo shook all the monks by the edge of the lake and looked at them one after another.

Qiu Lanshan stared at Qing Mo, and his eyes showed a cold color, saying: "It is not easy to cultivate to a realm like you in a different kind. Unfortunately, you have chosen to stand in the same camp with the undead blood race. "

"Who are you talking about?"

Qing Mo's eyes became ice-cold, very angry, and a trace of cyan flame escaped from the surface of her skin.

As a plant creature, staying in the world of human monks, Ben was a bit out of place. When someone called her a "heterogeneous", Qing Mo's emotion was naturally quite excited.

Qiu Lanshan was arrogant and snorted: "You are not a human. Now you are joining the undead gang and say you are alien. Is it wrong?"

When other monks heard the words "undead blood", they all became murderous and surrounded Zhang Ruochen, Qing Mo, and Zhu Qingyi.

Zhang Ruochen knew that there was a misunderstanding between the two sides and frowned, and said, "Who told you that we have joined the camp of the undead ??

Xue Sheng whispered coldly: "Dare to quibble, the woman standing behind you is the demon of the undead blood tribe, the blue tribe, wishing light clothing. There are countless monks who died in her hands, The owner of the Seven Courtyards was killed by her. "

"I wish light clothing."

One stone stirred up a thousand layers of waves.

The entire edge of the edge of the lake completely blasted the pan, all the saints present were all surprised. There were several of them, and they couldn't help but step back two steps.

Zhu Qingyi is definitely the fierce and ruthless character of the undead blood tribe. There are at least ten saints who have died in her hands.

A silver-crowned veteran of Xingsujiao stared at Zhu Qingyi and said, "Yes, she is the demon head. The old man once fought with her. If it had not been for escape secrets, she would have died in her. Hands. "

The identity of Zhu Qingyi was confirmed, and the holy saint of the human race present was more intent to kill her.

Zhu Qingyi was happy to see such a situation, and a touching smile appeared from the corner of his mouth. He actually stretched out a pair of jade hands from behind Zhang Ruochen to protect his chest, his face pressed against his back, and said softly: "Golden Bat The python's poison has dipped into the meridians and holy veins. I ca n’t mobilize the holy spirit. They want to kill me. I have no strength to fight back. You must protect me. "

"shameless."

Qing Mo held out a hand, grabbed Zhu Qingyi's hair, and then threw her to the ground fiercely.

Zhu Qingyi lay on the ground, with blood flowing from her mouth, but her beautiful face still smiled.

Zhang Ruochen's eyes stared at the crowd and said, "Whether you believe it or not, I will only explain it once. She is indeed the devil of the undead blood tribe, but she is also my prisoner now ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Who wants to kill her, should I ask my opinion first? "

Qiu Lanshan laughed sarcastically: "Wish Qingyi is such a powerful person, how can he be a prisoner of your rank obediently? You are too worthy of yourself?"

"Your acting is also too fake, you have obviously trusted the undead, but you still want to deceive us."

Xue Sheng was very polite: "If it were me, seizing Zhu Qingyi would surely have beheaded her the first time, using her head to the court to exchange military power and a lot of training resources. Seize but do not kill, Also prevent others from killing her. Are you confused by her beauty, or have you really trusted the undead? "

Zhang Ruochen glanced at him and said, "With your vision, you can only use the life of Zhu Qingyi in exchange for military merit and training resources. But I can use her life in exchange for more important things. The vision of two people Different, they do things differently. "

"You say my vision is low?"

How proud of Xue Sheng, he was frightened and trembling when he heard Zhang Ruochen's words.

"Yes, the frog at the bottom of the well." Zhang Ruochen said.