Chapter 134 Chen Guo's Participation

"What secret does Mingzong have and what kind of struggle is there?" Jin Yang believed that the saint of the Underworld must know this, but she didn't want to tell herself. Hearing him sleep again, Jin Yang was more sure that she knew all the secrets.

The saint of the underworld, who was as tall as Jinyang, looked at Jinyang with a sense of heart and whispered, "Be careful of the suzerain!" As soon as the words fell, a silent gate suddenly came down on the ruins. The golden yang pole looked at it with all its strength, and only one of the big blacks was slowly turning, and the vast dark air flowed in the sky. This is the secret world of the Pluto, which came under the control of the lord of the Pluto.

"Saint from the Underworld, Pluto will always welcome you!" The heavy voice, with a metallic texture, fell into the ears of Jinyang and the saint of the underworld.

"Master of the Pluto, the servant of the Pluto is very happy to receive your welcome!" The voice of the saint of the underworld was pleasant to the ear, and the small voice fell into the empty secret world and aroused various changes. As soon as the words fell, the saint of the underworld slowly left, and the mutilated wings vibrated behind her. When she stepped into the secret world, she did not return, as if she didn't know Jinyang.

As soon as she entered, the secret world was immediately closed, and the suzerain did not say anything to Jin Yang.

Jin Yang turned around and looked at the dead Xiang Cheng. The halberd was broken into two sections, and the bright red blood had not dried up yet. Did you die like this?" Jinyang muttered to himself and looked at the moment of the underworld in his hand. Xiang Cheng, who had a sixth-level combat power, died tragically in his own hands. The sharpness of the underworld moment was beyond his imagination. With one blow, he could kill a not weak earth fairy.

Just as Jinyang looked at the moment when he looked at the ghost in his hand, two allies hid in the distance and rushed to see Jinyang standing in the ruins from afar. Not long ago, a high-level immortal attacked, and eleven immortals fell into their eyes. Now when they see the intact Jinyang, they are immediately amazed.

"You? How can it be okay?" Li Lin asked in a shocked voice. Her black hair was dancing in the air. When she was beautiful, it was just that the color on her face made her lose a lot. Sheng Yi, who has 14-level combat power on the side, is also puzzled. It is reasonable that Jinyang is now dead without scum. The two of them rushed to the channel that can enter the ground.

"Why do you want me to die?" Jin Yang asked, there was no emotion in his words. It was dry, and his blood-soaked body looked cold and chilling.

"Hmm?" Li Lin was stunned and didn't react yet.

"No, it's just curiosity, no intention of spying." Sheng Yi first reacted and replied in a low voice. Jin Yang looked at him, and the three suddenly stopped, and no one spoke.

After a while, Jin Yang's color slowed down and smiled, "There is nothing else, just a little tired!" Jinyang changed the topic, which is not like opposing these two people. They are not good at it, and now they do not threaten themselves. There is no benefit in the relationship.

"Then go down." Shengyi immediately opened his mouth, and his eyes had turned to the passage not far away. Most of them collapsed in the recent war, and only a little gap could accommodate a person's body. Jinyang looked at Shengyi, an excuse, recalled that his inheritance came from ancient times, and must know some secrets. Jinyang's heart moved, and Shengyi suddenly looked at him.

"Nothing. Go, go down." Jinyang took the lead in looking at the cave and didn't say what he wanted to ask. In ancient times, 3,000 sects could smash the world during the war. He thought that he was a real world-class strongman, and he was not necessarily weaker than these people from countless eras. You know, with the blessing of heavenly luck alone can make people's cultivation rapid progress. If it comes out A son of luck, no matter who is, has to take a detour.

Jin Yang's figure, Sheng Yi didn't say anything, and Jin Yang would not answer when he asked him. He didn't even know that it was not easy to inherit the sect. Li Lin, who was a little dull for a moment, reacted and looked at the two people who slowly went down to the hole. She smiled, her eyes changed, and she was thinking about something.

"The barbarians of the State of Chen came, and everyone withdrew from the ruins of the Drought Mausoleum!" Just right, the murderous voice came, and the evil spirit of the tsunami was vast. The three incompetent monks gathered on the ruins were horrified, and countless monks' fairy bones floated in it.

"What's the origin of the barbaric marquis of the State of Chen?" Groups of low-level monks asked loudly, and their voices came from afar. The monks of ordinary immortals are all sinking in their hearts. Why did Chen Guo even send out the barbarians? It is rumored that the cultivation is profound, and the magic power of cultivation is born for the white bone world. Every person killed can enhance its power. The combat effectiveness of soldiers in the white bone world is increased by 50%. Tens of thousands of soldiers gathered to train into a piece of magic power that crushed the stars. No one dares to fight him head-on.

"Wild wait, what do you mean?" One person asked loudly, and the bulging muscles made people know at a glance that he was a master of close combat, and his breath was not weak in the realm of immortals.

In the ears of everyone who shouted and asked the preacher, the distant eyes suddenly gathered on him. Hundreds of miles of barbarians are strong and fierce, supported by tens of thousands of soldiers in the white-boned world. The soldiers are all good at fighting, with a bloody atmosphere and cold eyes tremble.

The barbarians are tall, with sword eyebrows and tiger eyes, wearing a white jade belt around his waist and a black dragon robe. Under the support of tens of thousands of subordinates, his arrogant and cold eyes glanced at the man who made a sound. Chen Guo's land, what are you!" The barbarians said that tens of thousands of soldiers practiced with the power brought by every move, and even the perfect monks of the earth would give him three points.

"You..." The bulging monk's voice did not fall, and the barbarians waited for the knife to fall. The bloody knife came first. The head fell to the ground, and even the yuan god did not escape. The rough marquis, who is hard on the surface, knows that his combat power is not weaker than that of the 18th level of combat power. He initially undertakes the world, and his power is endlessly squandering ordinary immortal arts. But none of these hundreds of monks is easy to mess with. Even an ordinary fairy has unique skills, otherwise no one dares to come here rashly. If the monks become one, it will be extremely difficult to deal with.

Killing chickens and monkeys is the best way to deal with them!

Many monks slowly gathered together and dared not carry the barbarians supported by tens of thousands of soldiers. Looking at the big man who was beheaded, his heart sank. Even if everyone is used to white bones and blood as a good fighter, few people have met such a powerful general with tens of thousands of troops.

Hundreds of monks come from all walks of life. People of all three schools and nine streams have vision and are poisonous. There is no intention to retreat all over the world, and they don't know who will move first. They all go to the center of the ruins. The vast fairy spirit is gathered, and wisps of silk flow in the air, colorful and powerful. The monks gathered on the clouds and were no longer afraid of the barbarism. The arrogance and shrewdness of the sect once again appeared in them.

Staring at the barbarians gathered from a hundred miles, they did not dare to move. The secret road was not good, and there was no sign of retreating when the monks gathered. I was afraid that my task was extremely difficult to complete. Tens of thousands of soldiers were also looking at him, waiting for his order. The power of the white bone world supported all the soldiers, and a large area of white bone breath like white feathers fell into their bodies.

The clouds over the ruins, the two sides confront each other, and the spirit of Sensen's white bones is opposite to the vast breath of immortality, and the war is imminent.

"Everything in the Drought Mausoleum is that I, the State of Chen, have been in the watch of the State of Chen since ancient times. Now that these sect monks have withdrawn from the State of Chen, otherwise my army will suppress the territory, no matter who will die!"

Before the words fell, some of the monks with fairy spirit on the clouds retorted: "I, the Six Demon Sect, are not afraid of you, the State of Chen, and want our sect of monks to withdraw from here and dream! There were many people who killed us all and provoked a war to die!" The stiff voice is like a mummified corpse, and the magic will is unique among the essence of many monks.

The white bone world rotates the evil spirit and the practiced fairy spirit and rubs with each other, colliding with each other. The barbarians are waiting for a fire, and they can't wait to go up and kill him. Unfortunately, now as long as they dare to fight, they will fight against each other. I't win the 18th level combat power.

"Hey, I hope that you are also one of the top ten princes of the State of Chen. After fighting for thousands of years, you have killed civilians all the way and finally cultivated the magic power of the world. Now you are enemies of thousands of sects here. I'm afraid you are not far from death." Another person is shrouded in black water, and the steaming mana is strange that people can't see through his cultivation.

"Hou Haisheng of the Six Demon Sect and Gui Si of the Ghost King Sect are looking for death when they say such words in the belly of the State of Chen!" The barbarians suddenly no longer anxious, and their towering posture floated in the white bone world. The gathered soldiers were also shocked, and the Marquis's invincible will remained unchanged.

The hearts of the monks in the confrontation stagnate. It is less than ten thousand miles away from the imperial city of the State of Chen. In the eyes of Marquis Wu of the State of Chen, now they can now confront each other from their own strength, and on the other hand, they don't want to believe that the State of Chen dares to kill the first-class sect of Chu.

The monks hurried to think about a solution. After a moment, everyone knew that if they wanted to get benefits, they must take risks and risk being killed by Chen Guozhen.

The Six Demon Sect and the Ghost King Sect are all major sects in Chu that have been passed down for millions of years and have a profound background. They dominate the land of Chu. Rolling resources and spiritual crystals rush to their monks. The skills developed by the ancient monks have been innovated, and there are outstanding sects from generation to generation. The only two first-class sects present have played a role far more than dozens of monks, and the prestige of the two first-class sects is convincing.

"Hou Haisheng, a true disciple of the Six Demon Sects! Ghost King Zong's true disciple Ghost Four! Do you still count the agreement reached between the State of Chen and the Chu sect? In the vast fairy spirit, there were two questions, and their will reached an agreement to let the barbarians take care of the * behind them.

The barbarians and his heart beat. Chen did reach an agreement with all forces many years ago. For this agreement, all the ten princes were dispatched to defend against attacks from all sides. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were sent to the battlefield. In the last battle, Honghuang sat down with eight martial marquises. People died in battle, and in the end, Honghuang controlled the Zhenyun artifact to defeat the enemy, allowing all forces in Chu to compromise and sign an agreement.

"You are not allowed to come in the agreement!" The barbarians remembered clearly that none of the agreement promised to let these people come. Only 11 days of immortals were allowed to come to fight, but I don't know why they had to wait for the Honghuang to turn into ruins in the mausoleum to be sent to drive them away.

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