Nine Realms Mortal Immortals

Chapter 1887 Brother Lang, is this your sister?

People of different races are not allowed to intermarry.

Even if they marry, they will not be able to produce children.

There are only twenty-one saints in the Vajra clan, which means they have only twenty-one supreme bones.

Compared to beings like the Gods, whose entire body is composed of supreme bones, they are the same difference between a beggar on the street and an emperor on a dragon throne.

However, there are certain secret methods that allow different races to unite and give birth to children.

It's just that this secret method must be extremely harmful to the mother's body.

Although the offspring born will have a considerable number of supreme bones, they still cannot affect the entire ethnic group.

The purpose of the King Kong clan is already clear. They just want to cultivate a stronger individual, such as one who can achieve outstanding results in the battle of the Holy Tower in the future.

If this being could be promoted to a saint, his combat power alone would be enough to raise the foundation of the Vajra clan to several levels.

The supernatural power users of the God Clan are so angry precisely because they guessed the purpose of the Vajra Clan.

At what level would you dare to let the Gods do such a humiliating thing?

Half Saint Du narrowed his eyes and looked at Yan Haoran.

Yan Haoran smiled and looked at Du Bansheng.

Just out of the corner of his eye, he fell on a petite figure behind Half Saint Du.

"Why don't you saints from the Vajra clan just show up?"

Du Bansheng suddenly said:

"With the strength of a saint, it is easy to suppress me. After that, you can do whatever you want."

"Ban Sheng Du was joking. Although the Gods have declined, they still have many old friends.

If we do such a thing, how can these old friends of the Gods stand idly by?

But as long as we don’t go too far, our old friends from the God Clan will not get involved in this matter. After all, what you have offended is... Qingming Supreme Alliance..."

Yan Haoran sighed softly.

The underlying meaning of this sentence is obvious:

You God Clan still has some foundation, so we can’t go too far, but I hope you can figure it out for yourself.

"Then I will tell you my answer. The Gods will not betray their own people and let them become disgusting and dirty mother bodies, especially with you weak Vajra people."

Du Bansheng grinned and said:

"You are very weak. You are as weak as a small insect. I can crush it to death with just a little force."

Yan Haoran's expression changed.

Anger appeared in the eyes of the Vajra clan magical practitioners behind him.

The other party's words were full of humiliation and ridicule.

It's clear that the God Clan is in trouble, yet they still dare to mock their Vajra Clan with twenty-one saints in charge?

"Then...even if the negotiation breaks down?"

Yan Haoran sighed softly:

"We just need to invite the saints to take action and capture you all as slaves. I believe that such a trivial matter will not make your old friends angry. After all, there is the Qingming Supreme Alliance, right?"

If the God Clan hadn't offended the Qingming Supreme Alliance, how could people like the Vajra Clan dare to add insult to injury?

Because of this, they were confident that in such a trivial matter, some old friends from the Protoss would not come forward in order to avoid suspicion.

"Perhaps, I can see the difference between a semi-saint and a saint today."

Du Bansheng whispered to himself, the immortal energy around him was surging continuously:

"Since I was promoted to semi-saint, I have never fought against a saint once. I also want to know what kind of existence a saint is."

"presumptuous……"

A soft voice sounded in everyone's ears.

In the void, a magnificent interior seemed to be emerging.

Seeing this scene, the gods' supernatural power users' eyes became more solemn, and at the same time they were ready to fight to the death with Du Bansheng.

That magnificent portal must be a saint from the Vajra clan!

Yan Haoran and all the clan members showed a look of respect on their faces, and they paid attention to the grand portal.

"Ban Sheng Du, let me stay. Please tell my brother that I'm lost and don't look for me."

A cold voice sounded.

Lang Yuer walked out slowly, her cold and charming appearance seemed to carry an aura of unattainable holiness.

This made the women and men of the Vajra tribe subconsciously feel ashamed of themselves.

They tried to tell themselves that the God Clan had declined and was not as good as the Vajra Clan, so they felt better.

No more sound came from the grand portal. When Yan Haoran saw this, he smiled lightly and said:

"Can you make the decision?"

He seemed to be talking to Lang Yu'er, but out of the corner of his eye he looked at Du Bansheng.

"Xiao Nizi, come behind me. We haven't reduced ourselves to selling women to make a living."

Du Bansheng said coldly.

"Duke Bansheng, this is not a betrayal, this is a choice. I made it voluntarily and it has nothing to do with you.

If my brother were here, if it were him, he would do the same thing. "

Lang Yuer said lightly.

"I will do it, but I won't allow you to do it."

A door suddenly opened in the void, and three figures walked out. The one walking in the front was Corridor Chun.

He looked at Lang Yuer seriously:

"Go and stand behind Half Saint."

"elder brother?"

Lang Yuer was a little surprised.

The gods present were also surprised, because Langdao Chun did not come back alone, but there were two people behind him!

Are they rescuers? ?

They all locked onto Fang Chen and Wang Chongsong.

The latter was quickly ignored by them, but the appearance of the former shocked them inexplicably.

"Isn't that... the number one in the sixth round of the Battle of the Holy Tower of Dragon Holy City?"

"Brother Lang asked him for help?"

Some young protoss did not realize the meaning.

But some old protoss thought of something, and a touch of surprise suddenly appeared in their eyes.

The moment Du Bansheng saw Fang Chen, he instantly understood why Langdaochun was so confident when he left.

In the current situation where no saint is willing to wade into troubled waters, it seems that after much thought, such a clan is not powerful, but his own special existence may indeed make the Vajra clan 'sell' a face.

"It's him???"

Yan Chen's eyes moved, and the eyes of Yan Mei'er beside him kept flickering.

Because when the two of them were in Dragon Holy City, before the Battle of the Holy Tower started, they had actually met this person.

At that time, no one thought that this man could achieve such outstanding results in the Battle of the Holy Tower.

"What is he doing here? Do the Gods think that inviting such a weak magical power user will make our Vajra clan retreat?"

Yan Meier murmured in a low voice.

There was a hint of brilliance in Fang Chen's gray-white pupils. He looked at Lang Yu'er without blinking.

Lang Yu'er obviously recognized Fang Chen's identity and frowned slightly when she saw that the other party kept staring at her.

"Brother Lang, is this your sister?"

Fang Chen asked.

"Yeah, looks like me, right?"

Corridor Chun smiled.