I signed up for ten thousand years and was exposed by a beautiful apprentice

"A dozen masters of the Yashen sect disappeared like this?

How could Brother Mao's master be so powerful? "

The yellow-robed boy stared at all this in a daze, and couldn't believe his eyes.

There are more than a dozen experts in the Yashen Sect, and the highest one has reached the fifth level of life and death. This expert has opened at least four doors. In terms of combat effectiveness, he is much stronger than them. times.

however.

Brother Mao's master is also on the fifth floor of the life and death realm. With a light wave of his hand, a gust of wind came, and all the masters of the Eight Gods Sect were blown away.

This strength is too terrifying.

"Brother Xiong, wake up, what's wrong with you?"

The big black cat was amused, and hurried over, pushing the boy in yellow.

"what!"

The yellow-robed boy woke up like a dream.

He turned around, folded his fists with both hands and bent down, and said respectfully: "Thank you, senior, for your help..."

Ye Yun waved his hand lightly, and said with a smile: "You're welcome, the three of us have lived in the deep mountains and old forests all year round to practice, and we are not very familiar with this side of the world, thanks to your clarification..."

"A little bit of knowledge makes seniors laugh."

The yellow-robed boy took a deep breath, and looked at Ye Yun with piercing eyes, with gratitude and admiration in his heart.

This senior in white has unfathomable cultivation.

Yet so approachable.

The most important point is that this senior is still a powerful demon clan.

Today's Jiuli Monster Clan is the weakest of the three major forces in the world...

If he can persuade this senior to join the Jiuli Monster Clan, it will invisibly strengthen the strength of the entire Jiuli Monster Clan.

I thought about it in my heart.

The thought of rejection that the yellow-robed boy had before disappeared.

"Senior, the masters of the Eight Gods Sect will never let it go, there is still some danger here, why don't we go back first..."

The yellow-robed boy said respectfully.

"it is good!"

Ye Yun nodded.

He just wanted to go to Jiuli Yaozu to take a look.

The small world of Xiantang is extremely ancient. Countless creatures have been living for millions of years, and they have also produced their own cultivation civilization.

Ye Yun was very interested.

Through the Jiuli Monster Clan, he was able to guess the strength of the two major forces, the Seven Star Clan and the Eight Gods Clan.

The young man in yellow robe took the lead, flying low above the mountains, Ye Yun, the big black cat, Mu Qing and the other three followed him leisurely.

"Brother Xiong, how far is it from Jiuli Monster Clan?"

After flying for a while, the big black cat asked.

"It's about 30 miles before we reach Jiuli Shenshan..."

The yellow-robed young man said in a young voice.

"It's so far away? I think there are very few monsters in this place, and most of them are human monks. It should be the territory of human beings. Why did you come here?"

The big black cat frowned and asked.

In his opinion, the yellow-robed boy's cultivation level is relatively low, and he hastily intruded into the territory of the human race. He is really seeking his own death.

"Brother Cat, I can't help it..."

The yellow-robed boy gave a wry smile, reached out and took out an emerald green medicinal herb, and explained: "This Nine Spirit Grass has already been harvested near our Jiuli Mountain, so we can only take risks in the territory of the human race! "

"You really want money rather than life!"

The big black cat shook his head and sighed.

"Brother Cat, in fact, most of the time, Yashenmen will not kill us, they will only draw most of our blood from us, and then release us..."

The yellow-robed boy scratched his head and said awkwardly.

"Why is this?"

The big black cat asked quickly.

"Those people from the Eight Gods Sect and our Jiuli Monster Clan are regarded as fire and water. They used to fight each other when they saw them, but our Jiuli Monster Clan is weaker and is often the one that suffers the most casualties. This situation has continued for many years. , especially in the past thousand years, the strong people of our Jiuli Monster Clan have become less and less, and the number of strong people from the Eight Gods Clan has increased. As a result, the blood they need from the Monster Clan cannot be supplied at all, so this is why we changed our team. A new strategy, only blood, not life..."

The yellow-robed boy sighed, and there was a sense of sadness in his eyes.

In the eyes of Bashenmen, the Jiuli Monster Clan is nothing more than some animal pets that take blood.

The mighty Eight Gods Sect has a large number of arrogance, and the strong are like a cloud. If they organized an attack on the Jiuli Monster Clan, they would have perished long ago.

"Hey, the current Jiuli Monster Clan is really miserable..."

The big black cat sighed, feeling inexplicably heavy.

As a demon clan, he felt the same way.

However, he was an outsider after all, and this feeling was fleeting.

"This Eight Gods Sect, now in the small world of Xiantang, can be regarded as dominating one side..."

Looking at the young man in yellow robe with a gloomy expression, Ye Yun nodded silently.

for this kind of thing.

Ye Yun was noncommittal. In his opinion, the law of the jungle in the world of martial arts is the law of the jungle.

Several people continued to fly.

After flying thousands of miles, Ye Yun suddenly raised his eyebrows. Thousands of miles away, he found an acquaintance.

That silver-robed masked man from Tianji Pavilion.

At this moment, he was extremely embarrassed, his whole body was bound by chains, his cultivation was sealed, and he was standing in the middle of a valley.

And the guard team of the four major sects brought by the silver-robed masked man of Tianji Pavilion received almost the same treatment as him.

Everyone looked miserable, their clothes were ragged, and their bodies were stained with blood. All of them were sealed by a chain.

Around the crowd, more than 100 disciples of the Eight Gods Sect stood in the air.

These disciples looked serious, yelling loudly at the people below from time to time.

"Where did you barbarians come from? Tell us quickly, otherwise, don't blame us for killing!"

An old man from Yashenmen, with a hooked nose and dark eyes, said coldly.

"Heaven fails to fulfill one's wish!"

The man in the silver robe and mask raised his head and whispered to himself, with a look of sadness in his eyes.

When they entered this small world of Xiantang, they encountered a powerful enemy just as they started to explore.

The opponent was numerous and powerful, there were hundreds of them, and each of them had astonishing magical powers, they were caught off guard and retreated in succession.

At this moment, an old man with a hooked nose in this mysterious force, whose strength was even more terrifying, broke through everyone's blockade, easily rushed over, and fought with him.

The battle was over in just a few breaths.

He was captured alive by the opponent.

Next, a chain wrapped around his body, imprisoning his entire body.

Because his leader was captured alive.

The disciples of the other four major sects were even more unwilling to fight, and they were all captured alive in the end.

Before entering Xiantang, he swore confidently in front of the Pavilion Master that he would find the ancestral land of Tianji Pavilion and at the same time find the disappeared Yougu Demon Dragon.

However, God did not wish.

After the group of them came in, they were wiped out so easily.

"How can the people in this fairy pond be so strong!"

The man in the silver robe mask thought sadly.

If such a powerful force appeared on the Cangnan Continent, I am afraid that only the heavenly sects can deal with it.

"You people use different supernatural powers and exercises, and you have never seen them before - quickly explain the origin, otherwise don't blame us for being cruel!"

A middle-aged man next to the shady old man stared fiercely with a ferocious expression. He raised his palm and made a killing gesture.

A cold killing intent fell instantly.

The disciples of the four major sects were trembling all over, as if they had fallen into the ice cellar of ten thousand years, and their bodies were icy cold.