Bear Child's Journey Through Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 382 Four Holy Ambassadors
387 chapter

When they heard Wang Xiaoming's words, the ghost Wangzong people present couldn't help but startled slightly. Although they didn't know what he meant, they thought it must be something bad, so they looked at each other, and then looked at each other. Xiang Wang Xiaoming's eyes became vicious.

Wang Xiaoming's eyes became very cold when he saw these people, and he could clearly feel the strong killing intent.

Several people took out their weapons and shouted angrily: "Kill him!"

With a sound of 'shua', the figures of several people rushed towards Wang Xiaoming with a menacing aura like ghosts.

Wang Xiaoming grinned sneer, flames erupted all over his body immediately, with a 'bang' sound, the monstrous flames swept across the sky, covering several people, and then heard, bursts of miserable shouts.

The disciples of the Ghost King Sect were burned by the flames and became a mess, even rolling on the ground.

Wang Xiaoming's figure was suspended in the air, like a fairy boy who suddenly came to the world, slowly moving over.

"Forgive me!" Several people saw how powerful Wang Xiaoming was, so they shouted miserably and desperately begged for mercy.

Facing the begging for mercy of several people, Wang Xiaoming's face showed no abnormality, he was very calm, and he said lightly: "Where is the ghost king?"

"In the main altar!" the disciple of Ghost King Sect couldn't help but say.

Wang Xiaoming grinned, nodded, and then looked at Huqi Mountain, where clouds and mist swirled around, golden lotuses bloomed under his feet, and his figure rose lightly.

He didn't say anything, but flew towards Huqi Mountain.

When Wang Xiaoming left, the flames burning all over the disciples of Ghost King Sect disappeared.

However, although the few of them did not die, they were still burnt, a little disgraced, and more precisely, they were burnt black all over.

In the main altar of the Ghost King Sect, there are many congregants patrolling back and forth, which can be described as heavily guarded.

Even if there are any restrictions around the entire Ghost King Sect, Wang Xiaoming can come and go freely.

When Wang Xiaoming appeared, many congregants had already noticed him.

After all, all of Wang Xiaoming's actions fell from mid-air in a fair manner, so it was normal for people to notice them immediately.

When these people saw Wang Xiaoming appearing, they looked towards him one after another, and then directly started to fight.

Many members of the ghost king's religion still had good cultivation, they flew up and surrounded Wang Xiaoming.

When Wang Xiaoming saw these people approaching, he was shocked, and the majestic spiritual power spread, rippling in circles, and the people affected were quickly shaken away, like falling stones, and scattered in various places.

After knocking all the ghost kings into the air, Wang Xiaoming landed steadily. Looking at the men in black who were still rushing towards him, he stretched out his hands and opened his lips slightly: "Shenluo Tianzheng!"

boom!
Like a ball of light exploding from a balloon, centered on Wang Xiaoming, it exploded in an instant, and the extremely impactful air wave exploded, shaking the incoming people away.

Even the surrounding houses and buildings collapsed under the shock.

At this moment, four figures turned into four rays of light and descended, surrounding Wang Xiaoming in the very center.

The four of them shot at the same time, with a mighty aura, and there was a faint roar of a beast.

There are dragon shadows, tiger roars, birds singing, and a huge Xuanwu figure appears.

The power released by their joint efforts is very strong, so even Wang Xiaoming released powerful power with a dignified expression to resist the attack of the four.

Wang Xiaoming looked at the four people, three men and one woman, each of them was very imposing. The woman in purple had a veil covering her face, her outline was unusually clear, presumably the face under the veil was extremely beautiful.

However, at this moment her eyes became extremely cold, and she kept releasing her strength, as if she wanted to suppress Wang Xiaoming.

Wang Xiaoming looked at these four figures, in the Ghost King Sect, the people with such impressive cultivation must be the Four Great Sacred Envoys of the Ghost King Sect.

At this thought, Wang Xiaoming's body was shaken, and the powerful impact shattered the combined strength of the four people. The four people who were trying to trap Wang Xiaoming with their continuous infusion of strength were shocked back a few steps.

The four holy envoys of the Ghost King Sect are naturally Qinglong, Baihu, Youji (Suzaku), and Xuanwu.

Qinglong is a handsome young master Pianpian. He looked at the former Wang Xiaoming and said, "My child can't think of you having such cultivation at your age. Which sect do you belong to?"

The other three looked at Wang Xiaoming warily, but did not speak.

"My Lord Baixian is the head of the Baixian Sect." Wang Xiaoming said nonsense.

Anyway, it's not the first time he's said that.

"White Immortal Gate?" Hearing this, Qinglong's expression froze slightly, showing a little surprise.

Obviously, he had never heard of this sect.

"I only know Qingyunmen, but I have never heard of Baixianmen." Qinglong's expression returned to normal, and he said with a half-smile: "Dare to ask, what is the connection between you?"

Wang Xiaoming quickly waved his hands and shook his head, and said: "It doesn't matter, Baixianmen is Baixianmen, Qingyunmen is Qingyunmen, there is no connection, besides, I just made a big fuss in Qingyunmen, so I came to your Ghost King Sect."

Hearing these words, You Ji frowned slightly, thinking that this person had actually gone to Qingyun, it really looked like he had fought with someone.

But Qingyun is the number one sect in cultivation of righteousness, and also the so-called number one sect in righteousness. If he goes to Qingyunmen to make a big fuss, will he be fine?
This is the question that the other two holy envoys thought of.

"You broke into the Qingyun Gate alone?" Qinglong was a little surprised, then couldn't help laughing, and said: "You are young, going wild at the Qingyun Gate, will you be fine?"

Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "That's natural. In this world of cultivating immortals, no one can trap me at present, even that old man Daoxuan can't do it."

Hearing Wang Xiaoming's words, Qinglong raised his brows slightly, because he seemed to sense that Wang Xiaoming was a bit unfriendly.

Seeing the change of expression on Qinglong's face, Wang Xiaoming said with a smile: "Don't be so nervous, I'm mainly here to find the ghost king, and I don't want to fight too stiffly with you, so please inform me, let the ghost king come out to see Ben Xianjun."

"Presumptuous!" Xuanwu shouted loudly: "The suzerain is something you can see whenever you want."

"Really?" Wang Xiaoming said, "Actually, if I want to see it, I can really see it."

Without waiting for a few people to speak, Wang Xiaoming continued to say in a stern tone: "Let the ghost king come to see this fairy, otherwise, your ghost king sect will be severely punished."

Qinglong's complexion suddenly changed, becoming very cold, and said: "Presumptuous, if you want to see the suzerain, pass my Qinglong first."

With all his strength, Qinglong aimed at Wang Xiaoming and robbed him.

Seeing this, Wang Xiaoming grinned coldly and said, "The four great envoys under the King of Ghosts, I don't know how capable they are, they can beat this fairy!"

(End of this chapter)