In Seclusion For 100,000 Years, My Descendants Ask Me To Come Out

Above the black sky, a big bird spread its wings and soared, and on the back of the big bird, there was a person standing!

There was another big flash, and with a click, the light of the lightning allowed Huang San to see the bird's appearance and the person on the bird's back.

That bird... turned out to be the big demon Ziyou Nether Sparrow!

As if sensing something, Ziyou Mingque opened its mouth and let out a cry, and the cry shook and impermanent.

Huang San's heart is in chaos. It is said that the purple ghost sparrow grows by eating people. A young purple ghost sparrow needs to eat tens of thousands of people to grow to adulthood.

With only one young bird, the level will be at the peak of raising spirits!

This Purple Netherworld Sparrow has been extinct for ten Ten Thousand Years, and the ten Ten Thousand Years only exist in various historical books and cultivation secrets. How can it appear in Impermanence today?!

What shocked Huang San was far more than that. The most shocking thing was that the person standing on the bird's back was actually Chen Ji!

"Chen...Chen Ji..."

Huang San looked at the man standing on Ziyou Mingque's back and murmured.

The Ziyou Mingque croaked again, and Huang San suddenly remembered what the elder elder said to him before he left.

"Don't take Chen Ji's words into your heart, Chen Ji's ancestors will definitely take back what you took away!"

With a bang, he fell to the ground.

Huang San was shocked when he realized that Chen Ji actually had a Cultivation Base, and he was still in the sixth rank of Half Step God Transformation, "This, this is impossible!"

But it's just a Chen Ji, Huang San is not afraid, what he is afraid of is the Ziyou Nether Sparrow at the feet of Chen Ji.

If the Purple Nether Sparrow attacked him, I was afraid that he would kill Yellow Springs if he couldn't catch a single move.

"The Yellow Three Dog Thieves!"

Chen Ji shouted angrily and jumped off Xiao Zi, while Xiao Zi continued to hover above the sky.

"You took my Spiritual Sense for the first crime, the second crime for stealing my token, the third crime for insulting my ancestors, and today I will settle the account with you for the three crimes!"

Huang San didn't have To put in one's eyes for Chen Ji's condemnation. At this moment, he just thought that Chen Ji was a lost and found waste material of Spiritual Sense.

He only cares about the big demon in the sky, the Purple Netherworld Sparrow, and keeps an eye on its movements. Seeing that the Purple Netherworld Sparrow has no intention of assisting Chen Ji in the sky, his heart is temporarily relieved.

Since today is a life-and-death battle, killing one is enough.

With a savage smile on the corner of his mouth, Huang San turned over and stood up from the ground.

"Yo, who am I supposed to be, it turns out to be the dishwasher of Chunfenglou? Why, your motherfucker isn't dead yet?"

Huang San sarcastically said: "It's still a bit of a skill, and you actually restored your Spiritual Sense, but it's a pity, it's just a half-step god, sixth-rank little ant."

Chen Ji snorted coldly: "Don't be arrogant, the thief must be arrogant, and we can see who is stronger and who is weaker!"

As soon as the voice fell, a flash of lightning fell from the sky.

At this time, the River of Forgetfulness sect and others also succeeded in offering sacrifices.

With the loud rumbling, the black energy that wrapped Lin Wuyou and others gradually dissipated, and what was exposed was an extremely ferocious monster!

The lower body of the monster is similar to that of a spider, with fourteen legs under the bulging lower body, the upper body in the shape of a human body, and seven eyes on one head.

A cloud of turbid air spewed out of his mouth, and the seven eyes began to turn non-stop.

At the same time, Chen Ji pulled out the Heaven Slaying Sword and attacked Huang San.

When Chen Ji was about to draw his sword, Huang San just smiled lightly and didn't take it seriously.

But with the sound of a thorn, the smell of blood filled his own nose, and Huang San Zheng was stunned there.

Because the sword was too fast, the pain came after a few breaths. Huang San looked at the amputated stump on the ground and his broken arm spewing blood, still in disbelief.

Chen Ji cut off his right arm with a sword!

"Ah!" Huang San, who had reacted, screamed miserably, covering his own wound.

Huang San didn't respond to the attack just now? Because of excessive blood loss, he looked pale and stared at Chen Ji carefully, denying himself.

No, it's not that he didn't react, and it's not that Chen Ji was too quick.

It was the short sword in his hand, the Heavenly Sword.

How could the divine sword forged by the god's father appear in the hands of a scrap? Huang San really couldn't figure it out.

But the current situation is clear.

"Huang San, can you admit your mistake?"