The assassin came and disappeared quickly, and did not show up at all, but a long-range sword blow.

Chen Yang was very surprised by the other party's concealment skills. You know, he is the sixth-rank Taoist ancestor, but he can't catch where the other party is hiding.

He stood in the street with a broken arm in his hand, with a cold expression, and the people around him were scared away from him.

And just after he was silent for about ten breaths, the two rays of brilliance were far and near.

They are two people with black cloaks and masks.

It is impossible to see whether these two people are male or female, and the masks carry weird energy fluctuations, and they can't see through their spiritual thoughts, including the other's cultivation.

"Are you assassinated?" One of them spoke, but his voice had a strong nasal tone, which could not tell whether it was a male or a female.

Chen Yang tilted his neck and looked at the two of them: "Something?"

"The dungeon does not allow anyone to fight. You have been assassinated. Our dungeon will not sit idly by. Please register with us. We will find out the assassin after we get the details."

"No." Chen Yang waved his hand, then turned and left.

The two black-robed men didn't speak any more, but turned around at the same time and took a step.

After a while, Chen Yang returned to the above-ground city.

And in a dark secret room in the dungeon, a man in black robes who also wears a mask is looking at the scene of the dungeon through a mirror.

This mirror mirrored everything in the entire dungeon-out, seeing it really.

And not far from the man in the black robe, there was a man with long hair. The man's long hair covered half of his face, while the other half of his face was pale like a zombie.

"He is not a second-rank, he is at least the third-rank peak, even the fourth-rank strength." When the pale man was speaking, he also moved a new arm that had just grown.

"Are you sure he is the emperor of the Huaxia Dynasty?" The black robe man asked coldly.

"It shouldn't be wrong. This person has been with the five hundred demon ancestors before, and only separated into the city when it was about to reach the Saint City, and those demon ancestors were respectful to this person.

"That should be the case. Only after he arrived did he spread the news that everyone except the emperor dare not be the master." The black-robed man thought for a while and said: "Even your assassination was unsuccessful, and I can only run away with a broken arm, this person is a bit tricky."

"I think we should contact the other five races." The pale man suggested.

The black-robed man thought for a while, then nodded, and pressed his palm on the mirror!

After a while, the mirror flashed a light.

After another moment, the mirror flashed again four times in succession.

Then five people appeared in the mirror.

"Blood Shura, what's the matter?"

Those five obviously also have mirrors, so they can talk directly with the black-robed man.

Xue Shuluo said solemnly: "My people just assassinated Emperor Huaxia."

"What? It succeeded?"

"Haha, Blood Shura, your way of assassination really deserves its reputation."

"Blood Shura, don't hesitate!"

Among the five people in the mirror, two are women, and the other three are men, and they all dress differently, as if they were ethnically characteristic.

Xue Shuluo said solemnly: "It didn't succeed."

"Huh, what did you say when you didn't succeed?"

"Go on." someone shouted.

Xue Xiuluo sneered: "The assassin was a scattered person. He took advantage of his unpreparedness to launch a peerless assassination, but the opponent not only prevented him, but almost killed him, he could only break his arm and escape."

"Thousands of Machines are scattered? He is a third-rank strength, how is this possible?"

"On the third rank, you can only flee with a broken arm? Isn't the Huaxia Emperor the fourth rank Dao ancestor?"

"His~"

"Trouble."

The few people in the mirror all frowned. Thousand Chance scattered people know that it was a casual cultivator of the Shura clan. This person is good at sneak attack and assassination. As long as the strength of the third rank peak is caught by this person, he can be killed in one shot. .

Thousand Chance Sanren has always been the legend of Shura Continent, and countless people have a headache for this person.

Because this person has come and gone without a trace, you can't find him if he is lurking by your side.

Therefore, several tribes have sent people to hunt down this person, but in the end they all died.

Qianji Sanren is also called the King of Assassination, and is recognized as the number one on the mainland.

And he failed to assassinate, so the Emperor Huaxia can imagine how strong he is.

"Blood Shura, what do you mean?" The question was a middle-aged man with a dignified face, wearing a brocade robe and a jade belt around his waist.

This person is the head of the human race'Kan Zifeng'. He created the Tao of Heaven and Humanity. This person was at the pinnacle of the Third Stage more than 100,000 years ago. No one knows if there is any breakthrough, because the other side's cultivation cannot be seen in the mirror. Because, Kan Zifeng hasn't left the customs for thousands of years.

Therefore, there are also rumors that he has achieved the Fourth Stage Dao Ancestral Realm.

"Yes, Blood Shura, what do you mean!" a enchanting woman asked with a smile.

This woman is the Taoist ancestor of Meizu, Yun Meier, the pinnacle of the third rank. It is rumored that when this person performs the charm technique from thousands of miles away, men from thousands of miles away will have very evil supernatural powers.

Blood Shura thought for a while, and said: "This person made bold words to humiliate my six races. If we should not fight, we can only turn to the laughing stock~lightnovelpub.net~ So this seat suggests that we will gather together and kill together. It!"

"Of course I want to go." Yun Meier smiled: "He said we are pink skulls. If we don't kill him, what face does Meizu have to walk around the world?"

"Yunmei, do you want to go there yourself?" Kan Zifeng, the Taoist head of the human race, said with a smile: "That seat must also go."

"Hehe, Kan Zifeng, are you still thinking about double repairs with me? Are you afraid that I will **** you to death?" Yun Meier said with a smile.

Kan Zifeng smiled: "It was my dream when I was young to be able to double cultivation with the charming girl Yun in the world. Until now, I have always dreamed of Girl Yun at night."

At this time, the soul clan's Taoist ‘Yue Wuying’ suddenly smiled and said: "Kan Zifeng, have you dreamed of me?"

"Miss Yue doesn't come to my dream as a guest, and I often regret it."

Yue Wuying curled her lips: "hypocritical!"

Human hypocrisy, demons ghosts, soul trails, Meizu pink skulls, demons without brains, and Shura are just shit!

Chen Yang's attributive sentence really corresponds to the six major clans, and it is extremely correct.

"Humph." Kan Zifeng snorted coldly, "Is there anything else, it's okay, the seat is closed."

"Everyone, see you in Saint City in a month."

"Then see you in Saint City, but if you kill the Emperor Huaxia, do the six of us have to fight?"

"Haha, I'll talk about it then."

Everyone turned off the mirrors.

Naturally, what is said in the mirror does not necessarily count. They have the final say if they will not come!

And everyone can predict that the risks of this ring are huge.

If the Emperor Huaxia didn't have two brushes, how could he dare to challenge the six clans?

He must have some confidence.

Therefore, their six tribes cannot be taken lightly, and they must be treated seriously, otherwise the boat will overturn in the gutter and it will be broken.