Chapter 395 Relocation is a good place

With a backhand shot, the head of the gun trembled, as if a golden chicken nodded randomly. The gun head of more than two feet long broke through the air. Before He Liancheng was proud, the big gun had been on half of his body from top to bottom, with a breath in his throat, chest, lower abdomen, and thighs. There were a whole row of big holes, each with the size of a sea bowl, and the front and back were transparent. Blood is surging like a spring.

Wang Chan's move was originally just a very common Yang family gun in martial arts. The secular martial arts were not exquisite, but in this world, he was urged by Wang Chan with his magic power and fought closely, but it was completely fierce and inexplicable. With one shot, the head of the gun was a little messy. Even if the Helian city was cultivated into an shen, he was successful in practicing qi. He had a little magic power in his body, and it was also stained with a hole. He had a good body. In a blink of an eye, it became like a broken teapot, leaking water on all sides.

Ah!!!

A scream was so sad that he was in the air, and his whole body was bleeding. At the critical moment, he was also decisive and abnormal. He bowed his hand and hit his back on his forehead, smashing his head and half of his body. His flesh and blood splashed, and immediately like a firecracker, exploded and turned into blood all over the sky. Fog.

Then, I saw a little man hurriedly flying out of the blood fog and falling on the jade bow of the sea of clouds. With a man with a bow, he rose to the sky and ran out.

Wang Chan sneered and stretched out his hand to grasp it. The qi of Taiyin instantly extended from the palm of his five-finger hand and turned into a big bone white hand, which instantly rose like a mu. However, it was a secret skill "Taiyin grasping soul hand" that he could perform after the cultivation of Taiyin wheel and cracking, which was suitable for grasping human soul shen.

It turned out that this Helian City was cultivated into an shen, and the man was vicious. For the matter of refining the Dharma, a trace of the soul of the shen had been sacrificed to the jade bow of the sea of clouds for a long time. In case of danger, he could immediately use the disintegration of the great method, sacrifice the body, urge the mana, attach the shen to the jade bow, and escape. Just because the yuan god is invisible and qualityless, he comes and goes like electricity. As long as he escapes from a distance, he naturally has a way to sense the Lord of Chiwu Mountain to come to rescue.

At that time, his ecstasy was still there. He casually took away a body, and he could also be resurrected. Unfortunately, he still underestimated Wang Chan's magic power. Before the human bow flew far away, he only felt that the top of his head was black. The soul was turned upside down, and Wang Chan's Taiyin grabbed the soul hand and grabbed back from the air.

"Master, I know this man. He is the son of the Helian family in the royal city. He is one of the most beloved disciples of Sikong Chiyan, the owner of Chiwu Mountain. This yuan god must not be let go, otherwise there will be big trouble!"

Looking back, Mo Zhuifeng on the other side was surrounded by Jiu Moshi and Bai Suzhen, and Xiaoqing. Seeing that Wang Zen had caught the yuan god of Helian City, Jiumoshi quickly said the origin of this person.

"Of course, I can't let go of the zoon who got it. It just refines the zoon that nourishes me. When my yuan god recovers and cultivates the Dafa, I will settle this account with the palace sooner or later!"

"Ji Moshi, how dare you be the enemy of me in the palace, sooner or later you will die." Mo Zhuifeng saw such a group of strong people falling in an instant, and he was the only one who killed in a blink of an eye. He suddenly recognized Jiumosh, knew that the other party was coming to revenge, and immediately cursed and threatened.

"If it's really a master from the palace, or Sikong Chiyan's relatives, I naturally dare not be the enemy. It's ridiculous that you nine Jinwu Mountains, but even the servants who give people chores in the palace dare to take chicken feathers as an arrow. Do you really think I don't know anything?"

Jiumoshi laughs strangely, with muscles on his face**, but his subordinates do not hesitate at all. The tricks are all killers.

"What are you talking about with him? Killed it directly!"

Wang Chan raised his robe and waved his hand. Taiyin grabbed the void of his soul hand and raised it up. Suddenly, he grabbed a figure from the cover of Mo Zhuifeng's heavenly spirit. Then Mo Zhuifeng's body was stiff and fell to the ground.

"Clean up here and don't leave unnecessary traces. Next, I will live in seclusion in this royal city. The less trouble, the better!" With a greeting from Wang Chan, thousands of black gas suddenly flew out of the Yuanming God's flag, sweeping around, sweeping the blood and corpses on the ground inside and outside the altar.

"It's too close to the king's city. There was a lot of movement before, but I'm afraid it has attracted attention now. Lord, we'd better go first!" Jiumosh suddenly looked up at the direction of the king's city, and saw that countless lights rose to the sky everywhere in the city, and he suddenly became a little anxious.

The central imperial dynasty has the help of soldiers, and the army has suppressed countless clans. With the power of one dynasty, it suppresses the enemies of the four sides. Of course, it is the most powerful, but the Dongyi Daxia has been established a tripod for thousands of years. It has been able to block tens of millions of soldiers of the central imperial dynasty, making it impossible to make progress so far. Naturally, it is also profound.

Moreover, over the years, the Daxia royal family has worked hard to govern and recruit the masters of the world. I don't know how many large and small sects that were forced to flee from the Central Dynasty have migrated to the territory of Dongyi. The masters of their sects either belong to the royal family or have been hired by major families.

Therefore, there are many masters in this royal city nowadays. Although the altar is outside the city, it is not far away. As soon as there is movement, it attracts attention. I'm afraid that countless eyes will be projected in a moment. Although Wang Chan is not afraid, as the ancestor of the Jiumo family, he can't be without taboos.

"It doesn't matter. If someone comes to break through this matter, they will be killed together. However, this place really can't stay for a long time!" Wang Chan looked around and saw that no one had leaked the net. Before the words fell, he spread the original life flag, roared, and flew into the air. The other three also hurriedly followed him and rose up, falling on the mountain and the cloud boat one after another.

"Lord, three hundred miles to the southeast is Cuiping Mountain in the royal city. The old slave has a garden there. The mountains and rivers are beautiful and very quiet, which is just suitable for recuperation and refining. If you are free at ordinary times, it is also very convenient to enter and exit the royal city. Why don't we go there and have a rest first? While infusing mana, Jiu Moshi urged Yunzhou to move forward, he turned around and carefully asked Wang Chan.

His mountain Yunzhou is too huge. If he goes straight from the altar to the king's city, he will meet those masters from all sides who come to check on the way. Even if it does not cause suspicion, it will be very troublesome to explain.

"It's up to you!" Wang Chan nodded, and suddenly reached out and gently hit his finger outside the side of the ship. Suddenly, a golden spark burst out. As soon as it fell to the ground, it immediately ignited a fire and covered the whole altar in the middle.

The next moment, Yunzhou turned around, slid silently across the sea of clouds, and suddenly went away.

"It's so cruel. Who dares to move earth on Taisui's head, kill and set fire, and burn the altar? Oh! ! It seems to be the mountain moving boat of the Jiumo family...?" Just a moment after Wang Chan and others left, the clouds above Dingjun Mountain suddenly split in half, revealing two sword lights.

Just now, Wang Chan rushed down from the sky, his voice was fierce, and his breath shook a hundred miles, and he killed several people of Wang Junmo in one breath. The movement was indescribable. He was shocked in an instant in the king city of Daxia. For a moment, countless sword lights rose to the sky and came to check. These two people are the two with the deepest skills. They control the sword and turn into two long rainbows dozens of feet long. Just a breathing kung fu, they crossed a hundred miles and flew through the air.

However, at this time, Wang Chan and others have already taken the lead, and the eyes of these two people can only faintly see a vague shadow in the rolling of the sea of clouds, which is like a building ship and warship.

"In the altar, there is a dead life, and there is no trace of popularity. Obviously, they are all dead." The sword light paused slightly, and two middle-aged men looked like Taoist in the light. One of them looked into the distance and looked around, but the other projected his thoughts down and instantly circled around the Falling altar. "What a cruel means, from killing to retreating calmly, but a few breaths, and finally let go. Fire, destroy the body. At this time, it's a lot of fun...!"

The speaker was wearing a jade-colored Taoist robe, with floating dust in his hand, and his two eyes overlooking the top of the mountain. He saw that the altar was full of fire, but his mouth was loud, and he was quite gloating.

"This is the largest altar of the Luoyu Palace in Dongyi, which is equivalent to a person's face. Now it has been killed, set on fire, and bullied to the head. I'm afraid that once the matter is transmitted back to Jinwu Mountain, I'm afraid it will have some impact on us foreign sects! I just don't know who is sacred and dares to do this? Could it be...?"

The Taoist on the light of another sword stared at the direction of the disappearance of the moving mountain cloud boat, and his face suddenly stopped thinking.

"Brother, don't you suspect that this is from the Jiumo family?" The Taoist in a jade Taoist robe suddenly laughed and said, "The Jiumo family is the noble surname of Dongyi Brahman. Although they do not believe in Yi Shen, with the cautious surname of this family, how dare they resist the palace? He is not afraid. As soon as he is found out, he will be killed immediately? Moreover, Mo Zhuifeng, the main altar owner of the altar, is also one of the thirty-six disciples under the main gate of Chiwu Mountain. I heard that he has already cultivated into a vowelve god, and his magic power is profound. Can the master brought by the Jiumo family do such a big thing? Brother, I think you're worried too much!!"

"Not too much to worry, I don't know! But I know that the Jiumo family is one of the oldest families in Dongyi. It has been thriving for many years, which is extremely simple. If there is no hidden strength in such a high-door, I will never believe it. Moreover, by such a coincidence that they met the Yishan Yunzhou of the Jiumo family here, they can't get rid of their doubts anyway.

"However, this may also be an opportunity for our Infernal Swords. Since the migration of the sect to this place, the disciples of this school have lost more than half. Although there is a Daxia royal family solicitation, which is called worship, if we can have a little relationship with the Jiumo family, it will also be of great help to this school.

The man slowly withdrew his eyes and suddenly laughed, "Let's go. This is a place of right and wrong. It's not appropriate to stay for a long time!"

With a hula, the sword light crushed the clouds. The two Taoist men saw that many people had flown from the king's city, and they immediately drove the sword light and suddenly left.

(to be continued)