Heavens Myth Management System

Chapter 153
"Who is it?!" The fierce figure took a few steps back, and Li Jiancheng's voice was startled. In his perception, this person's momentum was not inferior to that of the fierce figure!
How can this be? !When did such a master appear in Qingshui City?

Mr. Berwyn lowered his eyebrows. He has always had a good temper and rarely gets angry, but this time he really got angry.

If there is no systematic emergency call, wouldn't the seat be just...
Liu Bowen didn't dare to think about it anymore. Once Fu Jiu died, the Mythology Administration of the Heavens would collapse in an instant, and he didn't know how long he would have to wait for the next encounter.

"The rescue of my subordinates is late, please punish me!"

Liu Bowen bowed and bowed, with a look of shame on his face, and a moment of fear in his heart.

Fu Jiu took two steps forward, helped Liu Bowen up, and said, "Mr. Bowen, why bother, it's good to be here, it's good to be here."

Li Jiancheng, who was watching here through the fierce face, had a cloudy face. Does this mean he doesn't exist?

There are only two possibilities in this situation, either this person is confident enough in his own strength that he thinks he can beat his fierce spirit, or this person is simply a lunatic.

Judging from the means by which this person came here just now, he doesn't look like a weak person, so he is a strong person?

"His Royal Highness, if you continue like this, you really won't be able to hold on." Yang Hui, who stayed beside Li Jiancheng, was very anxious. Li Jiancheng had been manipulating the evil spirit for too long, and his spirit had begun to dry up.

Li Jiancheng was unmoved, and said coldly: "Those who achieve great things don't care about trivial matters. I can hold on for a while. This person is likely to be the mysterious alchemist. This time we must take the opportunity to find out about him."

After saying that, his spirit began to be highly concentrated, and he locked the three of them firmly through the fierce spirit, especially the mysterious fifth-level powerhouse who had just emerged.

Here, Sun Xiaoman looked at Liu Bowen curiously, and said in surprise, "He is the reinforcement you mentioned? Your subordinate?"

Fu Jiu nodded first, then shook his head and said: "Not really, Mr. Bowen is only taking orders from me temporarily, and I have no way to force Mr. Bowen to do anything."

Liu Bowen smiled: "You're so polite, Mr. Bureau. It's an honor for us to do things for Mr. Bureau. How can we refuse the command of Mr. Bureau?"

The surprise in Sun Xiaoman's eyes became even stronger. This is unscientific. How did a third-level monk make a fifth-level monk surrender willingly?

But it's none of her business, Sun Xiaoman was just a little curious, and didn't intend to investigate further. If he really had any thoughts, he probably wanted to fight him. After all, there are too few fifth-order powerhouses here. It made it impossible for her to find an opponent when she wanted to fight.

"Hey, you seem to be very strong, do you want to compete with me when you have time?"

Liu Bowen smiled, looked at Fu Jiu and said, "Boss, wait until I beat the enemy back first."

"Huh, what a big tone!" Li Jiancheng showed displeasure, his strength of the fierce spirit has reached the peak of the fifth level, so what if the alchemist came?

Liu Bowen took a step forward, his wide sleeves moved without wind, and the jade sword hanging on his waist let out a soft moan, and Mr. Bowen gently stroked the jade sword.

Jade is also elegant. In ancient times, literati and scholars were often made into jade pendants to set off their elegance.

Sabers were also very common in ancient times, but they were often seen as decorations. Many literati would hang a sword on their bodies at any time, but this did not mean that they were masters of swords.

It's like Li Bai, the poet fairy, who would draw out his sword and dance for a while when he was drinking to his heart's content. How strong is the swordsmanship.

There are countless literati and scholars like Li Taibai, and Mr. Bowen is one of them, but his sword is different from those of these people. His sword cuts across the road of immortality! !
An indescribably powerful force erupted from the body of Mr. Bowen Shengxue in white clothes. Countless howling winds swept away the surrounding gravel, and the street suddenly became empty.

The powerful aura soared straight into the sky, sweeping across the entire Qingshui City with unparalleled coercion. Countless monks were terrified at this moment, and they were caught off guard and knelt on the ground with a "plop".

Wei Zheng from the Zhanlong Pavilion stood up, his expression solemn, the fear hidden in his heart was aroused again, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

When it is quiet, the world is clear, when it is moving, the world changes. When a fifth-order monk gets angry, he is so terrifying! !

"No! Impossible! Impossible!!"

Li Jiancheng's eyes were red, how could it be possible, how could someone be so strong! !

He could feel that the power he had worked hard to gain at countless costs was like a joke in front of this man, like a fragile rabbit trembling in front of a lion.

The black mist condensed on the ferocious god's form is slowly dissipating, the speed is quite slow, but it is indeed dissipating.

what happened?what is going on?Li Jiancheng smashed all the cups on the coffee table. At this moment, he felt that his life was more tragic than these cups.

It was hard to get rid of that guy Li Shimin's control, kill him back, and refine the Nine Dragons Jade Seal. He was about to achieve a great cause, but at this time someone appeared out of nowhere. The key is that this person's strength is far superior to his. !
Li Jiancheng was dissatisfied. These people didn't come out early or late, and they only came out when he had accomplished his magic. Was it to see his jokes?

The body of the fierce god dharma was trembling slightly, and a [-]-meter-tall Confucian dharma figure appeared in the void in front of him.

The Confucian scholar holds a jade sword in one hand, a folding fan in the other to cover his face, a Yaoqin on his back, and a green robe embroidered with flowers, birds, fish and insects, just like Mr. Bowen's magnified appearance.

In front of this [-]-meter-high dharma figure, the fierce god's dharma figure only reaches the lower leg at most, and it is estimated that he will be kicked away with a kick.

Li Jiancheng has fallen into a state of madness, muttering "impossible, impossible" all the time, it's not that he didn't realize the strength of this Dharma figure, he just didn't want to admit that the power he had pursued for so many years was so unbearable in front of this person .

"Kill him, yes, kill him, as long as I kill him, Qingshui City will be mine." Li Jiancheng scratched his face with his fingernails, which was covered with bloodstains, but he still didn't stop, wanting to He looked at the Confucian scholar with eyes like cannibalism.

"Snapped--"

Yang Hui couldn't stand it anymore, she slapped Li Jiancheng on the face, and scolded: "Wake up, Your Highness, if this continues, everything we have built over the years will be over!"

"If you keep the green hills, you are not afraid of running out of firewood. Your Highness, as long as we are still alive, we will have a chance to retaliate in the future. Don't lose your life for this!"

Li Jiancheng was slapped, and his mind cleared up a lot. Looking at the [-]-meter-tall statue, he felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart.

Sighing, Li Jiancheng smiled bitterly and said: "Li Jiancheng of the Li family has met the seniors, and asked the seniors to be kind and spare the life of the juniors."

(End of this chapter)