Bear Child's Journey Through Ten Thousand Worlds

Chapter 386 Ghost Li
391 chapter

Leaving Tianyin Temple, Wang Xiaoming could see thick smoke billowing from a certain mountain.

【Ding!The host has done a catastrophic event, and it is a big step away from becoming the biggest villain in this world. This time, the heat value of the troubled atmosphere: 23000, and the experience gained +500, the total balance: 453066]

Listening to the prompt sound from the system, an evil smile appeared on Wang Xiaoming's face. Albatron Sect, Ghost King Sect, and Tianyin Temple have all been paid a good visit, so next, do you want to go to Wandu Sect, Hehuan Sect, and Longevity Hall? These sects are going to do things.

Thinking this way in his heart, Wang Xiaoming didn't stay, but went directly to Wandumen.

Because Wang Xiaoming really wanted to meet this poisonous son, Qin Wuyan.

He is one of the three sons of the Demon Sect, a poisonous son.

With the lotus rising under his feet, Wang Xiaoming flew up lightly, and then swept towards a certain direction.

Within 10 minutes, Wang Xiaoming accurately found out the exact location of Wandumen from the navigation according to the location of Wanjie wireless network.

After entering here, Wang Xiaoming didn't show any fear on his face when facing the people of Wandumen. Even there are many poisons in Wandumen, but Wang Xiaoming was not worried about being poisoned.

Because, he has a physique that is invulnerable to all poisons, and any severe poison has no effect on him.

Wang Xiaoming didn't talk nonsense at all, the invincible big steel cannon appeared behind him, dozens of cannon barrels stretched out, shooting golden shells one after another, and aiming at the surroundings was a burst of indiscriminate bombardment.

boom!boom!boom!
The surrounding buildings collapsed and the flames billowed. Many disciples of the Wandu Sect were seriously injured in the bombing and howled.

When Wang Xiaoming launched the second wave of attack, a mighty impact of immortality enveloped Wang Xiaoming's whole body.

Wang Xiaoming's face was full of astonishment, this kind of spiritual power is indeed quite capable.

A figure fell down, he was slender, with a handsome face, he was a handsome young man.

"Where did you come from, how dare you treat me like this." The man was dressed in gorgeous clothes, he frowned slightly, looked at Wang Xiaoming with extraordinary momentum, and questioned.

Wang Xiaoming looked at him, not worried that his attack would hurt him, but with a faint smile on his face, he said, "Are you Qin Wuyan, the poisonous son of Wandu Sect?"

Qin Wuyan's expression was slightly condensed, he did not rush to answer, but asked indifferently: "Who are you?"

Wang Xiaoming said flatly: "By the way, I forgot to declare my family name. My name is Bai Xianjun. I'm here to invite you to participate in the "Battle of Zhu Xian" in the Hundred Thousand Mountains ten years later."

Qin Wuyan's expression froze, and he said, "One Hundred Thousand Mountains? The Battle of Zhu Xian?"

Wang Xiaoming said flatly: "That's right, I am a fairy, you can combine the power of several major forces to destroy me, I am the most powerful villain."

Qin Wuyan's expression became icy cold, because he turned his head and saw that his sect had been dealt a devastating blow, and there were many casualties.

Wang Xiaoming said lightly: "Okay, I'll stop here today, I'll go first."

Saying that, Wang Xiaoming wanted to turn around and leave.

Seeing that Wang Xiaoming wanted to leave, Qin Wuyan rushed towards him with a long sword in his hand.

"Want to go!"

Hearing Qin Wuyan's angry shout, Wang Xiaoming watched him rushing towards him, but with one hand raised, a powerful counter-shock force knocked Qin Wuyan back.

"You are not my opponent, you should just wait." Wang Xiaoming turned his head, suspended in mid-air, looked down at him, and said, "I have already been to Qingyunmen, Ghost King Sect, and Tianyin Temple. I want to kill you." Me, wait ten years later!"

As soon as the words fell, Wang Xiaoming disappeared in midair.

"Remember, ten years from now, we will see you in the Hundred Thousand Mountains!"

Throughout the world, Wang Xiaoming's childish voice echoed.

Qin Wuyan looked at the back of Wang Xiaoming's disappearance, and the expression on his face became a little complicated, because it happened so suddenly that he couldn't recover.

Next, Wang Xiaoming bombed Changshengtang, Hehuan faction, and Blood Refining Hall respectively, and explained these things respectively.

After doing these things well, Wang Xiaoming felt a little tired, and went directly to Shiwan Dashan ten years later.

One day ten years later, a space vortex emerged, and Wang Xiaoming came to the dense jungle. When he came here, he could already see footprints around him.

This shows that everything that has been done before has already begun to be acted upon.

Although he didn't know which group of people it was, Wang Xiaoming didn't think it was very important.

After all, he is not something these people can kill easily.

Walking in the woods, Wang Xiaoming walked aimlessly.

As he went deeper, Wang Xiaoming found that the terrain among the [-] mountains here was complicated, and there was miasma and mist, making the things in front of him a bit hazy.

If ordinary cultivators walk in this place, they will easily get lost, absorb the miasma, and die.

But Wang Xiaoming possesses an invulnerable physique, whether it is the ability of supercilious eyes or clairvoyant eyes, he can see the road ahead clearly.

From time to time, I would meet some wild beasts in the forest. These wild beasts would feel the powerful aura from Wang Xiaoming, and would be frightened away and hide far away.

In this way, they walked through the forest for about half an hour and came to the central area of ​​Shiwan Dashan.

Wang Xiaoming seemed to be aimless, but he could see human footprints on the ground, and there were many, which proved that a large group of people entered the depths of Shiwan Dashan.

All Wang Xiaoming could think of was the people from Changshengtang or Qingyunmen.

He believed that there would not be so many people from the Ghost King Sect entering here.

However, after thinking about it, the people of the Ghost King Sect may not be there now, after all, I did something in the Ghost King Sect ten years ago.

Now with a flick of a finger, the time in this world is already ten years later, so he will frantically look for himself.

At this moment, Wang Xiaoming walked through the miasma by himself and came to an open space.

On the open space, there were two people dressed in Qingyun sect disciple's clothes, and there was also a young man in a black robe.

There are two Qingyun sect disciples, a man and a woman, one is Lin Jingyu and the other is Lu Xueqi.

And the other man in black is Zhang Xiaofan.

Now Zhang Xiaofan has a powerful aura, looks unusually calm, looks like a king, he is the darkened Ghost Li.

That is, Gui Li, the deputy suzerain of the Ghost King Sect.

In this way, it is divided into three positions.

Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu looked horrified.

Gui Li also stood at the same spot, looking at Lu Xueqi and Lin Jingyu calmly, without saying anything.

And Wang Xiaoming looked at the two people quietly.

The scene suddenly quieted down.

The air seemed to stand still.

Lin Jingyu looked at Guili, finally came back to his senses, and said: "Xiaofan."

Hearing Lin Jingyu's call, Gui Li's eyes moved for a moment, he looked at Lu Xueqi beside him, then at Wang Xiaoming, and said: "Bai Xianjun can make it easy for me to find!"

"Ghost Li. I didn't expect you to reach this stage. You want to revive Baguio!" Wang Xiaoming looked at Ghost Li and said with a sneer.

(End of this chapter)