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Chapter 688 How can the people in this fairy pond be so strong!

“A dozen masters of the Eight Gods, just disappeared like this?

How could this master of Brother Cat be so powerful? ”

The yellow robe boy stared at all this dumbfounded, he couldn’t believe his own eyes.

There are more than a dozen strong people in the Eight Gods, among which the highest has reached the fifth level of life and death. This strong has at least opened four doors. In terms of combat effectiveness, it is stronger than them. I don’t know how much. Times.

However.

The master of Brother Cat, who is also on the fifth floor of the Life and Death Realm, waved his hand gently, and a gust of wind rushed in, and all the masters of the Iori Sect were blown away.

This strength is really terrifying.

“Brother Xiong, wake up, what’s wrong with you?”

The big black cat was funny in his heart, and hurriedly walked over and pushed the boy in the yellow robe.

“what!”

The yellow robe boy woke up like a dream.

He turned around, bent over with cupped fist with both hands, and said respectfully: “Thank you senior for helping me…”

Ye Yun waved his hand lightly and said with a smile: “You are welcome, the three of us live in the mountains and old forests all year round, and are not familiar with this world. Thanks to your dispelling…”

“A little bit of knowledge makes senior laugh.”

The yellow-robed boy took a deep breath and looked at Ye Yun with piercing eyes, with gratitude and admiration in his heart.

This senior in white clothes is unfathomable in his Cultivation Base.

But it’s so approachable.

The most important point is that this senior is still a powerful monster.

Today’s Jiuli Monster Race is the weakest force among the three major forces in the world…

If he can persuade this senior to join the Jiuli Demon Race, it will invisibly increase the strength of the entire Jiuli Demon Race.

I thought so in my mind.

The idea of ​​refusal that Huangpao boy had had before disappeared.

“Senior, the master of the Eight Gods will never let go, there is still some danger here, so let’s go back first…”

The yellow robe boy respectfully said.

“good!”

Ye Yun nodded.

He just wanted to take a look at the Jiuli Demon Race.

The Minor World in Xiantang is extremely old, countless creatures have stretched for millions of years, and have also produced their own cultivation civilization.

Ye Yun is very interested.

Through the Jiuli Demon Clan, he was able to guess the strength of the two major forces, the Seven Star Clan and the Eight God Sect.

The yellow robe boy took the lead and flew low above the mountains. Ye Yun, the big black cat, and Mu Qing followed him unhurriedly.

“Brother Xiong, how far is it from the Jiuli Demon Race?”

After flying for a while, the big black cat asked.

“It’s about three hundred thousand miles before reaching the Jiuli Sacred Mountain…”

Huang Pao Shao said in a young voice.

“Is this far? I see very few monster races in this place. Most of them are human cultivators. It should be a human turf. Why did you come here?”

The big black cat frowned and asked.

In his opinion, the Cultivation Base of the yellow-robed boy is relatively low, and he is really seeking his own death if he rushes into the territory of the human race.

“Brother Cat, I can’t help it…”

The yellow-robed boy gave a wry smile and stretched out his hand to take out an emerald green Medicinal herbs, and explained: “These nine Spiritual herbs have been lighted up near our Jiuli Shenshan Mountain, so I can only venture to the Terran Territory. !”

“You really want money but not life!”

The big black cat shook his head and sighed.

“Brother Cat, in fact, Iori Sect does not take our lives most of the time, but only draws most of the blood from us, and then releases us…”

The yellow robe boy scratched his head and said awkwardly.

“Why is this?”

The big black cat asked quickly.

“The people of the Eight Gods are the same as our Jiuli Demon Race. They used to fight when they saw them. However, our Jiuli Demon Race is weaker and is often the one with the most casualties. This situation has lasted for many years. , Especially in the past thousand years, my Jiuli Monster Race has fewer and fewer powerhouses, and there are more and more powerhouses in the Eight Gods, which causes the Monster Race blood they need to be unable to supply at all, so this is just a change. A new strategy that only draws blood and does not take its life…”

The yellow robe boy sighed, a sad expression in his eyes.

Today’s Jiuli Demon Race, in the eyes of the Eight Gods, are just some beast pets that take blood.

The powerful Eight Gods gate, Tianjiao, and the strong are like clouds. If they were organized to launch an attack on the Jiuli Demon Race, they would have already perished.

“Hey, the Jiuli Monster Race today is indeed very miserable…”

The big black cat sighed, and his mood became inexplicably heavy.

He is the same Yaozu, and he feels the same.

However, after all, he was an outsider, and this mood faded in a flash.

“This Eight God Gate is now considered to dominate one side in Xiantang Minor World…”

Looking at the yellow-robed boy with a gloomy look, Ye Yun nodded silently.

For this kind of thing.

Ye Yun is noncommittal. In his opinion, The Weak are Prey to the Strong is originally the law of the jungle in the Martial Dao world.

Several people continued to fly.

After flying thousands of miles, Ye Yun suddenly raised his brow, and he found an acquaintance thousands of miles away.

The silver-robed masked man in the Tianji Pavilion.

At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed, his whole body was bound by chains, Cultivation Base was sealed, and he was standing in the middle of a valley.

The four major Sect guard teams brought by the Tianji Pavilion silver-robed mask man received almost the same treatment as him.

Everyone looked miserable, with ragged clothes and blood stains all over the Cultivation Base, which was all sealed by a chain.

Around the crowd, more than a hundred disciples of the Eight Gods were standing in the air.

These disciples’ faces were grim, and they yelled loudly at the people below them from time to time.

“Where did you barbarians come from? Hurry up and explain, otherwise, don’t blame us for killing!”

An old man from the Iori Gate, with a hooked nose and dark eyes, shouted coldly.

“The sky does not fulfill the wishes!”

The man in the silver robe mask raised his head, muttering to himself in a low voice, with sadness in his eyes.

They entered this Xiantang Minor World, and just started to explore, they encountered a strong enemy.

There were many people on the other side, hundreds of people, and each of them was amazing. They were caught off guard, losing streak and losing streak.

At this moment, an old man with a hook nose in this mysterious force was even more terrifying. He broke through the blockade of everyone, broke through and fought with him easily.

The battle was over in just a few breaths.

He was caught alive by the opponent.

Next, a chain was wrapped around his body, and his Cultivation Base was imprisoned.

Because his leader was captured alive.

Those disciples of the other four Sects were even more unwilling to fight, causing them all to be captured alive in the end.

Before entering the fairy pond, he was full of confidence and swears in front of the pavilion master, saying that he must find the ancestral land of the Tianji Pavilion and at the same time find the disappearing ancient magic dragon.

However, the day did not fulfill the wishes.

After they came in, the whole army was wiped out so easily.

“How can the people in Xiantang be so strong!”

The man with the silver robe mask thought sadly.

If such a powerful force appeared on the Cangnan Continent, I am afraid that only the Heavenly Sect would be able to deal with it.

“You people use different magical powers and Cultivation Techniques, and you have never seen them before-quickly explain the origins, otherwise you won’t blame us for being cruel!”

A middle-aged man beside the old yin-bird glared his eyes sharply with a hideous expression. He raised his palm and made a killing gesture.

An icy killing intent fell instantly.

The disciples of the Four Sects trembled all over, as if they had fallen into the ten thousand years ice cellar, the whole body was icy cold.