Chapter 291, the pig's horn comes, I am God

"The so-called Su Nu'an is just a group of flower nuns who do the business of skin and flesh. How dare they compare their skills and combat power with our fierce heart Shura Sect Tangtang Sword School."

The pale-faced Mr. Shura, who looked like an old servant behind him, instantly solved the two big enemies of the other party. Finally, he came out in the encirclement of the surrounding monks. He even squatted and stretched out a hand and gently raised the jaw of the nun surnamed Hong, with a very light taste in shamelessness.

"Well, when did the illustrious guy break through to this point, escape, a blow, magic, unexpectedly defeated the two of us so easily. If he had never had this kind of fighting strength before a month." Speaking of this, the female crown surnamed Hong couldn't stand the pain and snorted again.

Su Nu'an and Lie Xin Shura Sect fought for more than a dozen times because of the spiritual stone resources in the end of the Dharma era. They were very clear about each other's strength. The Yin Xianxu who has been following Mr. Shura for many years definitely did not have this kind of strength at this time. If it hadn't been unprepared, the two of them would not have been defeated like this. Frustrate it.

Speaking of this, the female trainess surnamed Hong suddenly thought of something and said in shock, "I didn't expect that your fierce heart Shura Sect also got a response from the immortal god in the fairy ceremony, which was hidden more deeply. It didn't break out until today..."

The word "strength" was not said after all, because the Mr. Shura, who had been smiling indifferently, suddenly pointed like a sword, and directly cut off her throat, which was not protected by the body shield. Hiss" The red blood gushed out, flowing along the snow-white neck of the girl surnamed Hong, and then fell on the snow again, impregnated a piece of melted snow and red.

"Ah, ah, ah," the younger generation of Su Nu'an screamed and buried the Mr. Shura's faint self, "If you don't have a certain foundation, you foolishly expose all your strength. If you don't kill, who will you kill?" He pulled out a white brocade handkerchief from his arms and slowly wiped his blood-stained hand. Then the young man threw the red white silk on the snow. It was so beautiful, like a red plum suddenly blooming on the snow.

"It's true that the Liexin Shura Sect is very strong, but the young prince doesn't pay attention to my barbarian temple. The guests invited by my temple are killed as soon as the prince says. Today, the prince came to participate in the opening of the spiritual realm, or is he here to find something to play?"

A strong and solemn and even almost cold monk slowly walked in. Originally, the kindness and resentment between Su Nu'an and the Liexin Shura Sect, no sect in Daxue Mountain was willing to be involved, but after fighting, now people are dead, and they are still in the territory of the responsibility of the barbarian monk temple. Then this matter is quite Even if the monks of the monk temple don't want to care about it, they can't ignore it.

However, just as the monks of the Su Nv'an were waiting for the great monk of the barbarian temple to do justice for them, the sound of eagles and cranes suddenly came from the sky.

The wind blew and the snowflakes floated. In the attention of all the monks in the big snowy mountain, a group of huge demon birds fell from the sky, but fell a little lower, and a team of white monks leaped with swords and jumped high one by one, but fell lightly on the snow. Although it was simple, it showed a very high-end level of escape. The most important thing is that it is all like this.

"A demon bird with blood-red eyes, isn't this!?" Before the news really spread, a demon bird with the largest size and the strongest wings slowly fell, but only one of the group of demon birds landed. As the distance approached, all the monks present saw the luxury snake car pulled by nine long blue snakes.

A team of monks dressed in white and swords stood on both sides. In the heavy snow and a piece of white, a young man in a black suit in the snake car was greeted out.

All the bloody elites who come to the snowy mountain are all white-clad swords, which not only looks heroic and solemn, but also easy to hide in a snowy snowy mountain.

Only Zhu Peng, even in such an environment, is still dressed in a dark golden silk suit, but just as he has just walked out of the snake car, the deep and powerful spirit, combined with this dark dress, makes the practitioners present have a kind of illusion that the sky is suddenly dark.

Its power is like a prison, and its power is like a sea. I don't know why, looking at the young man in front of him who is less than one-third of his age, the heart of the head of the barbarian temple naturally came up with this idea.

"Qin Wangling, the bloody family, the high priest Zhu Peng, came to visit the head of the barbarian temple. In a hurry, please forgive me for being rude."

In the faint words, there is a meaning that people can't refuse. It's just the first seat of the barbarian monk temple, and I don't have the courage to refuse. Not to mention anything else, it's just that it's impossible to sweep the whole snow mountain with the whole snow mountain, but sweeping the whole barbarian monk temple has such a five or six points of certainty. This It's still the case that people don't use their real strength.

Although the Daxue Mountain where the barbarian monk temple is located and Qin Wangling, where the blood clan is located, are both the second-level spiritual land in the world, the second-level spiritual land and the second-level spiritual land are different, that is, the second-level spiritual land can be divided into three or six or nine grades, not to mention the second-level.

Qin Wangling belongs to the top existence in the world's second-level spiritual land. It may one day or two large spiritual mines will be pushed to the level of the first-class spiritual land.

Looking at the snowy mountain, it is the bottom of the world's second-class spiritual land. It may one day or two large-scale spiritual mines will be planned to be planned to the C-level spiritual land.

The most disgusting thing is the comparison between the strength of the blood clan and the barbarian temple. The blood clan dominates the whole Qinling area. With the efforts of two generations and the battle between monks, the heroes are defeated. In the whole spiritual land, the blood clan is almost overwhelming.

Such strength, not to mention the second-level spiritual land, the clan family in the first-class spiritual land, does not dare to underestimate the blood, because a first-level spiritual land is likely to be divided by more than a dozen or even dozens of sects, while the Qin Wangling is two or three big cats and kittens such as the Hanshanyuan and the Bitter Sword Gate. Only the blood soul family is unique and enjoys one. Fang.

Therefore, no matter from which aspect, there is no room for the barbarian monk's temple to engage with the bloody family or even show off his temper, unless the bald head of the barbarian monk's head is squeezed by the door, or he can't imagine the plot of breaking the Buddha and destroying the temple.

"Where is it? It's an honor for the bloody high priest to come to my Snow Mountain Barbarian Temple in his busy schedule."

Two consecutive descriptions show the mood of the first seat of the barbarian monastery, while the "Bleeding incident of Su Nu'an", which originally attracted everyone's attention, was subconsciously forgotten or ignored by everyone at this moment.