Fantasy: I Can See The Rewards

Huangquan Road?

Jiang Han was stunned for a moment.

What the hell is the Underworld Road? We can't let him die there, right?

"The so-called Nine Nether Mysterious Water actually has another name."

The leader of Tongtian Cult had a slightly strange look in his eyes. He looked at Jiang Han and said slowly, "You should be familiar with this name... In fact, Nine Nether Mysterious Water is Meng Po Soup."

Mengpo soup!?

Jiang Han suddenly felt bad.

In other words, if you want to get the Nine Nether Mysterious Water, you have to go to the underworld, walk through the Huangquan Road, and steal Po Meng's soup by the Naihe Bridge?

Are you tired of living?

"However, reincarnation is broken and the Six Paths are extinct. Po Meng is probably no longer alive in the world now. However, if you want to get Meng Po Soup, it is not impossible. There is still a chance...

The leader of Tongtian said.

"How can I get it?" Jiang Han asked.

"Time is up."

The leader of Tongtian Cult suddenly smiled slightly, looked at him and said: "Go and look for the Nine Yang True Fire. When you fuse the essence and blood of Dijiang, you will naturally have a chance to get Meng Po Tang."

The words fell. 627

His eyes slowly closed, the chaotic mist dissipated, and the breath of life completely disappeared from his body, turning into a motionless "corpse" again, and then died.

"Congratulations, teacher!"

Beside, Wu Yunxian knelt on the ground and kowtowed heavily.

Jiang Han was stunned.

Staring at the immortal "corpse" of the Tongtian cult leader sitting cross-legged, he folded his hands, bowed long, and said in a deep voice: "Thank you, senior, for your guidance!"

at this time.

As the aura of Master Tongtian disappeared, the barrier that blocked everyone's hearing also disappeared.

"Master?"

Ye Qingluan looked at Jiang Han and spoke softly.

Jiang Han was speechless.

He turned to look at Wu Yunxian and said doubtfully: "Senior Wu Yun, what is the situation with Heavenly Venerable?"

"No need to ask any more questions."

Wu Yunxian bowed several times to the "corpse" of the leader of Tongtian, then stood up and said to Jiang Han: "The teacher ordered me to clean up the descendants of the traitor Luo Xuan. This matter needs to be witnessed by the leader."

"good."

Jiang Han nodded and did not ask any further questions.

This matter obviously involves the secrets of the ancient times. Wu Yunxian did not dare to say anything. Besides, he himself is crazy. Now it is just because of the Spirit Treasure Heavenly Venerable that he has regained his consciousness for a moment!

Naturally, the others did not dare to say anything, and each one was more honest than the other.

Wu Yunxian waved his hand, golden light flashed, and everyone immediately disappeared into the tomb chamber. When the sight returned, they were back in front of the sculpture in the center of Jietian City.

boom!

Almost at the same moment, a figure exuding a terrifying aura suddenly appeared next to him, his face full of evil aura, staring coldly at Jiang Han and others.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

"You dare to steal the stone monument of our Jietian Town, and you dare to insult the sculptures of our ancestors of the Luo family. It is truly an unforgivable crime! Even if the head of the Ye family in Zhongzhou comes, it will be of no use today!"

He stretched out his hand indifferently, and a giant palm appeared, grabbing Jiang Han and others, his eyes looking down at a swarm of ants.

But Jiang Han and others had so much time to spare that they could not move.

The corners of Uncle Zhang's mouth twitched, and he looked at the Martial Saint of Tiancheng with an extremely strange look, with a hint of pity.

You don’t know that disaster is coming!

Nothing more than this.

boom!

The giant palm slapped in front of Jiang Han and others. When the distance was less than ten centimeters, they stood still, as if blocked by some invisible force.

"kindness?!"

Jietian City Martial Saint’s pupils shrank.

He retracted his hand and looked around with vigilant eyes, his eyes flashing, scanning the void, and said coldly: "Since the people of the Ye family in Zhongzhou are already here, why don't they show up?"

Nothing happened.

But Martial Saint of Jietian City did not dare to neglect at all.

Since the other party can easily block his attack without showing up, it shows that his cultivation is higher than his own. Even if they are both Martial Saints, there is still a gap in strength!

"Could it be that the dignified Ye family in Zhongzhou are just hiding their heads and showing their tails!?"

Jietian City Martial Saint spoke solemnly, and his voice exploded in the sky above Jietian City [like rolling thunder.

aside.

Jiang Han and others looked at him and Qi Qiu's battle of wits with strange expressions, not knowing what expressions to make.

I'm afraid he never expected that the person who blocked him just now was standing next to Jiang Han, wearing tattered clothes, with disheveled hair, and no breath on his body.

He wouldn't think of it in this way.

As a Martial Saint, there are only two kinds of people who can make him unable to feel the breath.

One is a real ordinary person, while the other is a person whose cultivation surpasses the Martial Saint. He has never considered that the fat Taoist priest in tattered clothes and slovenly clothes will be a strong man who surpasses the Martial Saint!

"Not coming out!?"

Jietian City Martial Saint’s face became a little ugly.

His momentum became more and more terrifying, sweeping out, making countless people in Jietian City feel a deep sense of oppression, and some even fainted directly, unable to withstand the pressure0

"Okay, okay, okay!"

He said three good words in a row, slapped Jiang Han and others fiercely, and a bloody palm emerged, "I want to see if you can defeat my attack without showing up." Stop it completely!"

boom!

The bloody palm is filled with an astonishing bloody smell, which is nauseating.

And around the palm, ferocious young ghosts appeared one after another, their faces livid and full of pain... These ghosts are all newborn babies!

"Death is not a pity."

Finally, Wu Yunxian spoke.

He stretched out a finger and tapped it lightly.

A bit of golden fingerlight instantly penetrated the blood-colored palm, causing it to instantly collapse. Then, unabated, it directly penetrated the eyebrows of the Martial Saint of Jietian City, shattering his Primordial Spirit.

thump!

Jietian City Martial Saint's face was dull, and he fell to the ground on his back.

Wu Yunxian's face was expressionless and he said calmly: "That guy Luo Xuan can be regarded as a person, but you haven't learned a bit of his skills. Instead, you have to learn such quick blood sacrifice techniques. You should be extinct."

Say it.

He turned to look at the sculpture of the first generation Lord of Jie Tian City next to him, and said indifferently: "Are you going to come out on your own, or should I invite you to come out?".