From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 230 Encounter in Another World (Please Subscribe!)

In the end, even a domain-level great sage like Qingyuguan had a dignified expression.

After counting interest.

A blast.

The two separated, with wounds on their bodies, and a fountain of blood.

Ling Xiao took a deep breath, sucking water like a long whale, and the surrounding dark and ink-like magic energy was absorbed into his body like a small snake.

The scene became clear.

People's faces changed drastically, and their faces were full of disbelief.

There are many wounds on Ling Xiao's body, and the bones can be seen deeply. The scales all over his body have been broken, but he is in a high-spirited manner. He holds two bloody arms in his hands, and half of the broken bones are still stained on them.

Obviously, it was just torn from Akabane's body in the Nether Realm.

And the black-haired Akabane who was mad just now was half-kneeling on the ground, a large amount of devilish energy was violently poured into his body.

Inhibits wound healing.

Viscous blood dripped down from the two broken arms, his face was pale, and the bone blades he was proud of were all broken.

Weak and disfigured, crumbling.

……

"This boy actually won!"

Qingyuguan was also very surprised. Just now, he even wanted to help Ling Xiao.

Although he is a demon monk.

But his personality can be regarded as decent, and he does not go to extremes. Now the Demon Realm is fighting against the Nether Realm, with heavy casualties, and he is at a disadvantage.

Such a young, powerful, and infinitely potential demon monk is really rare. If he falls into the hands of You Ming like this, it will be a great hatred!

only…

What made Qing Yuguan miscalculate was that Ling Xiao actually won!
Clean and neat!

The saints in the nether world... are equivalent to soldiers, and are no longer weak. Akabane obviously contains some special source quality, and his strength far exceeds that of the same level.

But even so.

He was still easily defeated, kneeling on the ground like a dead dog, and even the wounds on his body couldn't heal automatically.

"I don't know if this boy has a teacher..."

With such an idea in Qingyuguan's mind, it is naturally not his own apprentice, but his master, Yuguan Demon God!
This is a Houtian demon god in the realm of true gods. He is extremely powerful and extremely young. He is only in his early thousand years old. He is the top power among the Four Heavenly Kings!
But in Qingyuguan's eyes, now, Ling Xiao is qualified to be his junior.

"hiss!!!"

In the shadow of the teahouse, a man wearing a yellow square scarf looks ordinary, his face sinking like water.

"What a waste!"

He put down the teacup in his hand and stood up slowly, his eyes were burning with emerald green flames, and the aura on his body erupted like a volcano that was about to die.

This is a brigadier general of the Nether clan, hiding in the dark, but he didn't expect to have to take action now, exposing himself prematurely.

"You can't even beat a human monk of the same realm, it's just a netherworld!"

His voice was low and inaudible.

But the substantial source quality on his body has already begun to boil, like a black viscous liquid.

The strength revived in the body...but it stopped abruptly the next moment.

"Hehe, I think it's better for you not to get involved in this matter. Forget it, anyway, you don't have a chance to meddle in your own business now."

The girl's voice sounded behind him.

Full of mockery.

Then, with a cool feeling, a small palm was slowly attached to his back.

In that moment.

Mo Luo only felt that his whole body was stiff and numb.

"Who are you…"

Mo Luo's voice was low, when did this person come behind him... Mo Luo didn't have time to think, he turned around and punched.

As a result, at this time, the surrounding space suddenly froze, and Mo Luo himself was like a flying insect trapped in the amber... unable to move!
"how can that be!?"

"People who are about to die don't need to know so many things."

The Sun Realm appeared in the palm, and the crystal-clear jade palm exuded a dazzling luster like the sun at this moment.

The body that You Ming was so proud of was no different from a piece of waste paper in front of Jiang Zirou, and a light force was enough to tear it apart.

"Crack!"

Hold the thick spine with your palms.

With a burst of strength, the bones that were harder than gold and iron were crushed in half by Jiang Zirou.

Nether looked distorted.

His whole body was shaking violently.

Pieces of cold sweat emerged from the top of his head, and boundless fear rose from the bottom of his heart.

What kind of monster is this...

This is the first time.

When facing opponents of the same level, Moro felt like an ant on the ground, without the ability to resist.

Of course... it's also his last.

"call!"

The endless immortal energy flowed down the arm and poured into Mo Luo's body.

The source quality in Mo Luo's body struggled desperately, wanting to decompose the vitality invaded from the outside world and regain control of the body.

But it didn't work.

Instead of resisting the immortal vitality, Jiang Zirou drained a lot of it under the coercion of the immortal vitality.

At this point, Mo Luo could no longer struggle.

The torrential vitality rushed to the brain along the spine, instantly evaporating Mo Luo's brain tissue.

Jiang Zirou has the strength to leapfrog and kill the generals of the Nether tribe. Under the sneak attack at this moment, the brigadier generals of the Nether tribe cannot survive two rounds in her hands.

Slowly withdrew his palm.

Jiang Zirou picked up a handkerchief and wiped off the dirt on his hands.

Turn around.

Not far away, the Lord Qingyuguan from Baisu City was staring at him dumbfounded.

There was deep shock and disbelief in his eyes.

Jiang Zirou left the handkerchief stained with Nether's blood on the ground, turned around, and nodded slightly towards Qing Yuguan as a greeting.

But this mature-looking middle-aged man seemed to be taken aback.

Almost fell to the ground.

Seeing that Jiang Zirou took the initiative to say hello to himself, he quickly clasped his fists in salute, bowing again and again.

Just now... He suddenly sensed a deep malice from the corner of the room, even though it was only for a moment.

But he can be sure.

That is the Brigadier General of the Underworld.

Although he is also a strong player at the field level, Qing Yuguan knows that he will definitely not be the opponent of the brigadier general. .

Nether is invincible at the same level, he still has this self-knowledge.

He was thinking just now whether he should pay a price to take Ling Xiao away, or just leave alone like this.

just.

He had only been stunned for a moment, and this ghostly brigadier had already fallen to the ground and couldn't get up! ?
Even if it kills a pig, it has to scream and jump twice.

As a result, the dignified brigadier general of the Nether tribe died quietly like this.

Do you want to be so exaggerated! ?

……

The Underworld Commander fell Moro's body to the ground, making a dull sound.

Blood was gurgling, and acrid white smoke rose from the bluestone floor, which was soon corroded by Nether Blood's blood.

"Wow! Someone died here!"

Someone yelled out in surprise, after that, the people around looked back.

Moro died.

The effect of the secret technique on his body gradually disappeared, and within a short period of time, Mo Luo's body, which was originally the size of a normal person, began to slowly expand.

It turned into a huge monster with a height of five or six meters, and its white and swollen muscles almost filled half of the teahouse.

People run away in surprise.

Feel the huge majesty remaining on the monster's body after death.

And on the distorted face, the expression of horror, fear, and pain is enough to make anyone shudder.

"This guy... seems to be a very powerful Nether, but he just died quietly like this."

The crowd was horrified.

Those who dare to stay in the teahouse now are naturally not weak, and there are several peak saints in the ninth rank realm.

There are also existences at the level of the Great Sage.

But among these people, no one found out how this ghost died.

Until the end, Jiang Zirou, with a bamboo hat on his head and an ordinary iron sword in his hand, came from behind the muscular monster amidst the pungent smoke and white mist.

A sword owl head!
……

"Roar!"

Outside the teahouse, on the potholed streets.

A spring of blood rolled on Akabane's body, forming a small river on the ground.

There seemed to be some monsters coming out of his two severed arms, but they were always strangled by the torrential devil energy at the moment when the granulated bones were born.

The severe pain made him go crazy, his expression was distorted, and his facial features, which were originally considered Zhou Zheng, were now twisted together.

Terrible.

"I'm going to kill you! Dismember your body!"

"It's not too late to say this to me when you stand up from the ground."

The scales on Ling Xiao's body crackled.

His injury was much lighter than Akabane's, and now he has begun to heal. The new scales are still weak, but they are enough to seal the wound.

The hideous wounds on his body no longer bleed, and are slowly healing under the stimulation of Superman's organs.

"Hee hee hee…"

Seeing Ling Xiao walking towards him swaggeringly, Chi Yu was not only not afraid.

Instead, he grinned.

He opened his mouth, revealing a mouthful of white teeth stained with blood, "You don't really think you're sure to win, do you?"

"Desperate, in this teahouse, there is a brigadier general from my nether world sitting in command... No one can save you today!"

Akabane knelt on the ground and shouted, "Master Moro, please kill this beast!"

Silent!

A gust of wind blew and rolled up a few dead leaves on the street.

"You're teasing me!" Ling Xiao's tense muscles slowly relaxed.

Arriving in front of Akabane, the powerful arm covered with black scales slammed into Akabane's neck.

The fragile cervical spine creaked under Ling Xiao's tremendous strength.

Not breathing well, Akabane's face was flushed, but he was still screaming, struggling to look towards the teahouse.

"Lord Moro!?"

"Lord Moro?"

The open door of the tea house was shrouded in darkness, like a bottomless abyss, and gradually, the abyss was filled with waves.

"boom!"

A head the size of a stone pier was thrown out of the teahouse.

It landed in front of Akabane.

Sensing the aura coming from above, Akabane's expression changed dramatically, "Master Moro...what's wrong with you? What's wrong with your body..."

dignified and gloomy.

Now he looks like a helpless child.

There was a cry in the voice, and the face was full of disbelief.

Ling Xiao's face also changed slightly...

The owner of this head is very strong, even if he dies at this moment, the spiritual pressure left on it is as strong as a mountain, making people breathless.

What Akabane said just now is true. In this teahouse, there is really a brigadier general of the Nether clan hidden.

However, this brigadier general is dying miserably now, with a frightened expression on his face.

Who killed it.

Gradually…

A bold guess appeared in Ling Xiao's mind.

He strained his arms.

"Crack" sound.

Akabane's head exploded like a rotten watermelon, and scarlet blood and brains dripped down the black hooked toes.

The headless body that had been cut into a stick was still struggling and wriggling on the ground.

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

The sound of light footsteps came from the room, and a girl dressed as a swordsman in green clothes and a bamboo hat walked from it.

She has a graceful figure and a refined temperament.

"Master..."

Ling Xiao's voice was a little dry, and he couldn't tell what emotion it was.

I just feel that at that moment, this piece of demon world shrouded in cloud and miasma has also become beautiful.

"You have grown up very well during this time..."

Jiang Zirou came to Ling Xiao's side, with a smile on his face, nodded slightly, and stretched out his hand to pick up the source quality left on Chi Yu's body.

At this time, she felt the gazes gathered around her.

"This is not suitable for talking, find a suitable place to talk."

……

"Moro was killed, and that little fellow Akabane, he should be your descendant transformed by Yongli, what a pity."

On the Five Sacred Mountains.

Two tall and straight figures stood on the finger representing the "middle finger".

From the mist, he looked at Kuyun City not far below the mountain.

"Skills are not as good as people's. If you die, you will die. There is nothing to regret."

Zang Yan has a straight figure, with faint flame patterns floating around his body, and the ground is dry, cracked, melting, and gradually turning into a lava Jedi.

obviously.

This terrifying Nether General is not as calm as he said.

"Duplicity..."

Ice Demon smiled, whether as an enemy or as a friend, he has a sufficient understanding of Cang Yan.

This man seemed rough and unreasonable.

But in fact, he is a rare person in the Netherworld who values ​​love and righteousness.

However, I am afraid that he himself is not very clear about this point, or that he is deliberately ignoring this point, so as not to be regarded as his life by his enemies.

Zang Yan came here this time, nominally to help him.

Therefore, after the Ice Demon lightly provoked it, it stopped talking about this matter.

"My people in the Netherworld can't just die in vain... Do you need me to investigate this matter with you?"

"No need."

Two rounds of burning worlds were reflected in Zang Yan's eye sockets, and the aura on his body became more and more terrifying.

"Sooner or later, I will meet them in the Tomb of the Demon God. I can detect every trace of source quality... Those who kill my fellow clan will not escape!"

"what ever!"

The ice demon with the white grimace mask on his head said no more.

Turning around and looking behind him, on the back of the huge Five Mountains Demon Mountain, the huge building became more and more clear, and the breath became more and more amazing.

"The supreme inheritance..."

With obsession in the eyes of the ice demon, he looked at the huge ancient mausoleum behind him.

He seemed to be talking to Cang Yan beside him, and also seemed to be talking to himself, with whispers and uncontrollable yearning in his voice;
"I really want to know that the person who can't sleep at night that makes those emperors fear is really gentle and elegant... and the inheritance he left behind should be peaceful and powerful, if I can practice.

Cang Yan... You said that on the holy mountain, will there be a seat for me? "

　[-] words, all at once, ask for a monthly ticket and a recommendation ticket!
　　
　
(End of this chapter)