Chapter 823 Where is Jiang Lin!

  The names and appearances on the funeral slip appeared in the minds of all the monks at the head of Wanli City.

  The men among them are all attracted by Shui Chan's charming and enchanting posture and the snow-covered northern hemisphere.

   And Shulu's elegant and pure image of looking through books makes some LSPs want to take her back to warm her bed, which makes people wonder if such a lady is really a member of the Yaozu world?

  Of course, just think about this kind of thing.

  After all, the people who can enter the funeral list are all outstanding among the younger generation in the Yaozu world. They are the kind who are willing to exchange their lives. Their Nascent Soul and the Nascent Soul of ordinary monks are not the same concept at all.

   And it’s basically extremely difficult to catch this kind of thing alive. As a successor, they have too many secrets. If they are searched for their souls, the impact on the world of the demon race is not small.

  So before they are captured alive, they are most likely to defuse themselves!

   "Woohoo~~~"

  Among the army of the demon clan, a tiger roared, and then an air cannon slammed toward Wanli City!

  The mountain of prayer, the river flows out of Yan, and the south flows into the sea. It has tigers, fish-like bodies and snake tails, and its sound is like a mandarin duck.

  It is rumored that Tiger Jiao is the hybrid offspring of Jiaolong and Mountain Tiger. Whether it is in water or on land, it is a beast.

  The blood of this tiger is thin, but he has never seen it in Haoran.

  "Boom~~~"

  The air cannon mixed with dust in the sky seemed to be smashed on the glass, quietly scattered.

Above the city head, a barefoot old man with the appearance of a beggar stepped forward, took a jug of wine from his waist, took a sip, dropped the jug, and the gourd smashed directly under the city.

  Under the yellow sand of the city, tens of thousands of sand soldiers holding a halberd appeared!

  Shang Wansha soldiers charged forward and became the first line of defense under the city of Wanli.

   "Sand puppet art? Hahaha, it's interesting."

  Two puppets were swept out of the military formation, and the humanoid puppets separated their limbs, and a thin line was drawn from each wash hole on their bodies.

  Thin lines are inserted among thousands of sand soldiers, and thousands of sand soldiers are controlled at the same time, all of them have turned their backs on the battlefield!

   "Hahaha old man, you are not as good as a yellow-haired boy."

  An old man wearing an ink-white robe stepped forward. The old man took the lead to jump under the thousand-foot-high Wanli city. The moment the old man stood still, the ground suddenly burst.

  The scrawny old man of the Mo family, in front of him, is an endless flood of monsters, and behind him, two tomahawk puppets with a height of 100 meters crawled out of the sand!

  The battle axe puppet rushes into the demon army, wherever the battle ax reaches, they are all armored!

  And the two tomahawk puppets seem to be locked on the target, and they madly stepped on the side of the puppet, making a gesture to smash the two puppets!

   "Mo Quan, are you so anxious? You want to beheaded? Is your daughter going to die, or is she dead."

  The old man of the demon race in the jade innocent realm laughed and turned into a real body, which turned out to be a snake that was a thousand meters long.

  Ba Snake shook off the two tomahawk puppets, smashing many low-level monsters to death, but they didn't care at all.

  If there are too many of these monsters, it will be very annoying.

   "She Cha, I want to use your Yaodan for soaking wine for a long time!"

  A sword repairer who looked like an uncle flew into the battlefield. His long sword had only the blade but no hilt, and the palm was cut by the blade, and blood poured into the sword.

  Uncle Sword Cultivation with a wave of his sword, the blood-colored sword gas turned into a monstrous ghost hand, and he grabbed the Napa Snake.

   "Oh, this uncle, you can't ignore them."

  I don’t know when, Shui Chan has already come behind Uncle Jianxiu, stretched out his hand to hug him from top to bottom.

   "Boom!"

  An Amstel spiral cannon is launched towards the water stream! Shui Chan was distracted and resisted, but in an instant, Uncle Jian Xiu had already opened the distance.

   "Where is the little fat man."

  Shui Chan's slender hands smiled and stroked his chest, walking and twisting towards Qian Xiaopang whose legs were trembling!

   "The shot just now was very good, do you want another shot?"

  Looking at the stream of water coming with a smile, Xiaopang's whole body is not good.

  To be honest, he really doesn’t want to come down.

   But there is no way! I was pushed down by the elders!

   "You demon girl, don't come here, I. I am very strong"

  At this moment, Xiaopang was as anxious as a 300-jin child, almost about to pee.

   "Yeah, chubby is very strong, how strong is it?" Shui Chan licked his mouth, twisting his waist and stepping closer.

  At this time, under the city of Wanli, the million demon army has all entered the line of luck.

  A famous monk at the head of the city splashed into the battlefield of swallowing people like dumplings!

  The monks of the Yin and Yang family are all in a double formation, and the gossip array starts from the four directions.

  Led by Chen Bei, the Wufu of the Chen clan gets out of the field and enters the box!

  The Chen family martial arts are extremely arrogant, they look down on all the air trainers, and even all the foreign martial arts.

  In their view, only the martial artist of the Chen clan can be regarded as a true pure martial artist.

   But the pride of the Chen family is not without capital!

  Since they were young, they have experienced the experience of large and small wars. If it is a one-on-one fight, if the Chen family's ordinary five-stage martial artist is ten meters close, I am afraid that they can kill the monks in the golden core realm.

  The place where the martial artist of the Chen clan is located is naturally the tilt of the demon clan’s forces in the world.

  As the top of the cradle list, Chen Bei, in the eyes of all the monster cultivators, it is a tangible battle in heaven!

  In a blink of an eye, Chen Bei and his party were surrounded by tens of thousands of low-level monsters. Chen Bei and others punched to open the way, where the fist was full of flesh and blood!

  At the very first moment Chen Bei entered the arena, there were already monks from the upper five realms of the Demon Race waiting for an opportunity to assassinate him.

   But also in the dark, Chen Bei's protector even mentioned his mind, at least he had to pass his level before killing Chen Bei!

   "Boom!"

  Above the battlefield ~lightnovelpub.net~Chen Bei has a stronger fighting spirit! But at this moment, a five-meter-tall giant punched him, Chen Bei turned around to block, both of them retreated, blood overflowing.

   "Where is Jiang Lin? Where is Jiang Lin!"

  On the other side of the battlefield, a man holding a sword kept shouting on the battlefield. The long sword in his hand has not been drawn out!

  And as long as the monks who dared to approach him, they were already torn to pieces by the sword energy around him before they touched them!

  He just walked straight forward, as if entering no one's land!

   "Jiang Lin! Get out for Laozi! What is the number one sword in the world? Shrunk your head and tail! Are you a tortoise demon?"

   Jian Yu shouted, centering on him, the sword gas exploded! With a radius of one hundred meters, the demon clan died.

  "Jiang"

   Just when Jian Yu was still yelling, suddenly, his mind suddenly condensed.

  He didn't draw his sword from the beginning to the end when he stepped into the battlefield, and finally he drew the long sword in his hand.

  The bronze long sword swept past, and the blade was thrown on the tip of the pear flower-style long sword with great precision!

  (End of this chapter)