Chapter 116 Disrespectful (please collect)

The woman in front of her has a strange physique and a treasure that can be hidden. Seeing her again, she is already a ten-level martial arts master, and the means of hiding her breath are more smart.

However, it was the two old men who were deeply impressed by Xu Le. They were both peerless strong men in the spiritual realm. A single thought can transform into a strange and colorful world, and the soul can slaughter tens of thousands and 100,000 people, which is the real means of immortals.

The woman looked at Xu Le in surprise and had never seen this person in her impression. Why did she mention the things in the mountains of cattle? The only time I have suffered a loss has been the battle of Funiu Mountain. If it hadn't been for the rescue of the seventh senior sister, I'm afraid that even if she hadn't died, the foundation of practice would have been destroyed.

Xu Leke didn't give her time to doubt. He said lightly, "Do you want to step in?"

The masked woman's eyes moved and nodded and said, "After killing him, you exchange your head for an elixir, and his remains belong to me."

A crowd at the scene was in an uproar. There were two real saints and ancestors here, but the two juniors of the martial arts masters were actually carve up the results of the battle. The most speechless thing was that the bandit thief Hua Sangong was still alive well.

Song Kui's saint showed a strange light. His combat effectiveness was not as good as Xu Le's, but he couldn't even feel a masked man hidden around him, which made him very shocked.

Xu Le grinned and dealt with smart people to save trouble. He spread out his hands and said, "I'm too violent. It's up to you."

The masked woman's delicate body just waved, and her whole body disappeared without a trace. However, the old blue-faced Hua Sangong moved his shoulders, and countless sword spirits formed a whirlpool. Ten disciples behind him suddenly turned into blood fog. In order to save his life, he performed a blood sacrifice skill, and a layer of blood gas condensed into a mask.

Ding——

A sword broke through the air, and the bloodleng completely collapsed just by insisting on two breaths.

"It's worthy of being a person from the Holy Land, with at least 500 combat effectiveness." Xu Le praised a few words in his heart that the three palaces of Hua were doomed this time.

The sword of the masked woman penetrated the chest of the Three Palaces of China, which also completely aroused his ferocity.

"Go to hell." Hua Sangong grabbed the masked woman's head with his left hand and slapped it with his right hand, and a dragon shadow roared out.

"Hmm."

The masked woman snorted, the sword in her hand pulled out with a blood arrow, and the man disappeared again. All the blows of the Three Palaces of China failed, and the feeling of having nowhere to focus was very painful.

A sword light flashed through the air, and the second sneak attack directly stabbed him in the neck. The sword in Hua Sangong's hand took off his hand and attacked the masked woman like lightning, and a blood mist rose on his body, and the world around him fluctuated violently.

"He wants to use the technique of blood shield to escape." Saint Song Kui shouted quickly.

Xu Le had long been on guard against his escape. The power of his soul locked his body. Seeing that he used the last means to save his life, he quickly stimulated his mind, and a nihilistic sword wave ignored the space barrier and attacked the other party's mind.

With a crisp sound, Xu Le felt the divine thoughts of the Three Palace of Hua through his soul and broke into several pieces in an instant. Only in the middle of his soul condensation, the divine thoughts were only the size of rice grains, and the strength of his soul was about '13'. How could he withstand the blow of his soul.

A sad scream sounded, and Hua Sangong fell to the ground with blood all over his body, curled up with his head in his hands and twitched there. His mind was broken and his soul was seriously damaged, which was a pain deep into the bone marrow.

The masked woman appeared beside Xu Le. She looked at the Three Palace and sighed and said, "The appearance of every saint is an earth-shaking prosperous era. Any fairy will issue a famous post inviting you to come to participate in the saint's sacrifice ceremony. No matter how evil our talent is and how strong our combat effectiveness is, in fact, those who are qualified to win the road of heaven are still saints. They are the real sons of heaven.

This is a more sensational event in the immortal world than the saint's sacrificial ceremony. In the eyes of practitioners in the quenching environment, saints are high, and they always look up to, and they dare not have any blasphemy thoughts in their hearts.

In the era of soul and Taoism, every time a saint falls, even the sky will sigh, which will trigger all kinds of strange phenomena. The masked woman's combat effectiveness exceeds that of the Three Palaces of China and has the power of slaughtering saints, but she can't help but hesitate at the last moment.

"The meteoroid of the saint, the lament of heaven, you will be invisibly stained with cause and effect. Let me do this." When Saint Song Kui saw this scene, he took the initiative to say that he was a saint and a proud son favored by heaven. Moreover, if Xu Le and others hadn't appeared, maybe he might have been unlucky today.

A knife light flashed, and Saint Song Kui cut off the head of the Three Palaces of Hua with a knife, and a saint fell forever. The remaining bandits were shocked, and they knelt down one after another and begged bitterly.

"Get out of here."

Sung Kui sage waved his hand, and those people fled in a hurry as if they heard the sound of heaven.

"Xu Daoyou, the slaughter of the saint is not a small matter. Even if this Hua Santong is full of evil, he is a real saint after all. In order to avoid attracting attention and causing trouble, there are 8,000 six-level gathering elixir on my body. Why don't you let me get some cheaper?

Xu Le has this intention. The slaughter of the saint is a rebellious act, because the saint is a real immortal, and he has the grace of heaven. Killing the saint is against the will of heaven. Although he never believes in cause and effect, it is always a bad thing to have trouble with his upper body.

"This is a good deal." The masked woman stretched out her hand and grabbed it, and the remains were collected by her. Then she looked at Xu Le, "I always feel that you are very much like a person I know, but his cultivation should not be as good as you. Maybe it's my illusion that I'm leaving."

The masked woman left as soon as she said, and her invisibility was extremely skilled.

Saint Song Kui was not angry because of her harsh words. She has this strength, and it's really a big advantage to escape the disaster today.

"The saint doesn't have to have the same knowledge as her. This girl relies on the support of a master behind her and speaks unscrupulously. I once fought with him in Funiu Mountain, and my bones were almost broken. It was not easy to escape death and save a life. Since the saint made such a proposal, there is no reason to refuse.

"Haha, Xu Daoyou is quick to speak. Today, I accept my feelings. If there is a chance in the future, I will definitely come to my Wuji Gate."

Sheng Kui took out a storage bag, which is a storage tool simpler than Mijiezi. It is simple and easy to make and widely used in transactions.

"Definitely, I'll leave here." Xu Le's smiling result is that there are 8,000 gathering pills in the storage bag. With their assistance, you can immediately open up the source of power.

After separating from Saint Song Kui, Xu Le found that the guys who chased him had fled as far away. They never thought that they were chasing him was the terrible demon king.

The deeper you fly, the more practitioners you meet on the road, and occasionally you can meet saints. However, they have no intention to kill. The purpose of coming here is to buy elixir, but they don't want to cause trouble innocently.

I don't know how long it has been flying, but a city finally appeared on the horizon ahead, and more and more people gathered there. Xu Le was uplifted. It's not a pleasure to fly alone. Only when you have people smoke can you feel that life is alive.

Flash City.

Three shining characters hang high on the wall. In front of the gate, there is a team of heavily armed soldiers patrolling back and forth. Those soldiers are composed of master-level disciples, each led by a master-level disciple.

Except for the saints who can enter such a force, the rest of the people dare not break in rashly and have to follow the rules here.

"Sister Yuqing said that the destination of entering Danyu this time is Shanlei City. I didn't expect that I could walk here even if I was blindly. I don't know if my sister has arrived in Shanlei City?"

"Hight, where are you?"

Xu Le was stopped by a soldier. He took out the identity waist card from the Mijiezi, which was specially forged by the Fenghuo Empire. There were charms refined by the royal family on it, and outsiders could not imitate it at all. Coupled with his royal armor and a big knife, his eyes looked at the world, and at first glance, he was a powerful figure.

"Senior, please come in."

Xu Le put away his identity card and said 'um' as he was about to enter the city when he saw a figure landing not far away. The man walked to the gate with his hands behind his back.

Unexpectedly, the seven-star saint who was dedicated to killing himself. I don't know how that old guy appeared here? The soldiers guarding the gate of the Acropolis and the practitioners around them knelt down one after another. The saints are the beings they look up to, so they are afraid and dare not neglect at all.

"Why don't you kneel?"

The seven-star saint paused, turned around and looked at Xu Le unhappily, and there was a sense of evil in his eyebrows.

"Hey." Xu Le sighed in his heart that he was so unlucky that he would not be worried wherever he went. But it is absolutely impossible to kneel by yourself.

"The ancestor of the god of war of our wind and fire empire once taught that the people of the empire only kneel down to the ancestors of the royal saints."

"The ancestor of the god of war in the wind and fire empire?"

The seven-star saint was obviously stunned, with a trace of awe in his eyes, but he covered it up well and said coldly, "I'm in a good mood today. Next time I fall into my hands, even if you, the ancestor of the god of war, will never forgive your disrespect."

Just pretend, say it bluntly when you are afraid, and turn around the corner to find a step for yourself. Xu Le sneered a few words in his heart, but he also saw the benefits of the status of the general of the patriarch. The ancestor of the God of War of the Wind and Fire Empire is a veteran saint. He has been famous for a long time and his cultivation is unfathomable. He once fought against many demon saints and is famous.

The holocaust of the wind and fire empire has long spread throughout the secular immortal world. As long as the immortals walking in the world know this big event. No matter how arrogant the seven-star saint is, he is just a third-level saint of the holy realm. He has only eight dragons' fighting power and is not even qualified to lift shoes in front of the ancestor of the god of war.

"But the death penalty is inevitable, and the living crime is inevitable. You will be punished by abolishing your legs."

The seven-star saint's words changed, and his palm pressed on Xu Le's shoulder.

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