From Leng Palace Princess Gou Cheng Martial Dao Supreme

Chapter 178 Is there a 700-year-old prince in the world?

boom! ! !
Circles of invisible air waves rushed in all directions, dust filled the sky, and black mist surged.

Everything that happens here is overshadowed.

Jin Jiucang was seriously injured, and it was just one move. Thousands of bones in his body were broken, and blood like earthworms oozed from his mouth and nose.

He knelt on the ground, raised his head, and stared blankly at the girl with fluttering skirts in the air above.

"It turns out that you are not yet in the realm of the Great Sage..."

Jiang Zirou shook his head lightly, his long hair like a waterfall fell from his shoulders, and his expression was very cold.

"This is impossible!"

Hearing Jiang Zirou speak, he slowly reacted, shaking his head while muttering.

He is the core elder of the Holy Land of the Yaozu, Qingfeng Holy Mountain.

The ever-victorious Jinpeng God of War.

Confronting the Great Sage with the body of a saint, even if he has not proved the realm of the Great Sage, he has a reputation that is not inferior to that of the Great Sage of the Monster Race.

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But in the small world of the weak human race, he was raped by a girl under 20 years old.

One hit!
Is this reasonable?It doesn't make sense at all!
"A piece of rubbish that isn't even a great sage, dare to come to my place to vent!?"

Jiang Zirou frowned.

After stepping into the new world, his cultivation has skyrocketed, and even his temper seems to be a little irritable.

"What kind of monster are you..." Jin Jiucang swallowed.

Looking up at the gigantic Buddha statue behind Jiang Zirou, his heart couldn't help trembling.

"Monster?" Jiang Zirou shook his head and said flatly, "I'm a real human being, just a little bit stronger."

"This world is big and the water is deep. Isn't that what you said to me just now?"

Jiang Zirou laughed, but her tone was extremely cold, like the cold winter wind.

boom! ! !
Suddenly, flames ignited around Jin Jiucang.

Swish!
The speed of the flame blasting was as fast as a streamer, and the earth cracked instantly, and spider web-like cracks spread.

The huge reaction force generated between each other drove Jin Jiucang to leave quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in the clouds of the sky.

Boo! !

Spreading his wings, Jin Jiucang turned into a full body.

Show Jinpeng's rapidity, and fly in the direction where Qingfeng Holy Mountain is located.

However, no matter how it flaps its wings.

The surrounding black mist was boundless and endless, and in the black mist, a pair of vicious and teasing eyes opened from it.

at last.

Blood flowed all over the place, and his strength failed.

Jin Jiucang fell on a protruding mountain in embarrassment, flapping his wings indiscriminately, setting off a large cloud of smoke and dust.

It must have escaped from that monster... It breathed a sigh of relief.

Then he thought viciously: "When I return to the mountain this time, I must tell the suzerain what happened here. At that time, the twelve great saint elders of Qingfeng holy mountain will come out together. Even if the gods descend to the earth, they will only have a dead end!"

She is obviously just a saint, why is she so powerful...

If I can win her exercises, treasures... devour her luck...

Jin Jiucang kept thinking about it, and the look in his eyes became more and more greedy and vicious.

And right now.

"tread!"

"tread!"

"tread!"

The sound of light footsteps came from the black mist in front of him.

"Who!" Jin Jiucang's eyes were turned upside down, and he shouted sharply, with obvious tremors in his tone.

"How long has it been since you didn't recognize me?"

The elegant and elegant figure seemed to come from the painting, but Jin Jiucang shuddered shiveringly.

"impossible!"

"This is absolutely impossible!" it yelled, looking like a crazy wild dog.

"I understand…"

Seeing the blood-colored spear in Jiang Zirou's hand, it was in a daze for a while, and muttered to itself: "So, all of this is an illusion..."

"No! This isn't just an illusion, it's a supernatural power that distorts space. Forget it, anyway, the ability of this deity is not something you, a little sparrow, can comprehend."

A deep, majestic, god-like voice came from the black mist.

Just hearing this voice and seeing those eyes hidden in the black mist, people feel fear in their hearts, and then have the urge to worship.

But in the next moment.

The voice became extremely obsequious, "Master, look at your big spear that can enter the deep trench with a jade dragon, and retreat with a golden needle to pierce the stamen of a chrysanthemum... bang!"

"To shut up!"

A deep and hoarse voice came, and the veins on the back of Jiang Zirou's hands popped.

"Okay... la!" Xieyan's cheerful voice came.

"Qingfeng Sacred Mountain will not let you go." Jin Jiucang calmed down when he was about to die, and said lightly.

"Do not…"

Jiang Zirou raised the Xieyan spear in his hand and pierced Jinpeng Yaowang's eyebrows.

The skull is the hardest bone in most creatures, and the skull of a monster like Jin Jiucang is far harder than ordinary magic soldiers.

But the Xieyan spear pierced Jin Jiucang's skull as easily as piercing a piece of tofu.

No feeling.

"It's because I won't let Qingfeng Holy Mountain go..."

Looking at Jin Jiucang's staring eyes, Jiang Zirou spoke calmly.

……

She raised her head to look at the sky, feeling a little sad in her heart.

once Upon a time.

She also just wants to be a hermit who plays games in the world, but the world is unpredictable, people are not grass and trees, so no one can be ruthless.

Some things, once you hold them in your hands, you can never let them go.

She is not violent, nor does she like to kill.

But it's a pity that even if you retreat and live in seclusion in the Buddhist scripture pavilion all day, enemies will come to you one after another.

Kill the little ones, and the big ones come.

Kill the big one, come the old one.

Suddenly, she remembered a saying from her previous life.

"When is the time for retribution, the final enemy bandit should be slaughtered!"

Since the enemy is destined not to let it go, we can only act first and kill the enemy completely!

……

"Master, master..."

Xieyan's voice rang in Jiang Zirou's ears, flattering and flattering.

Jiang Zirou woke up from deep contemplation, only to realize that, unconsciously, her cultivation had increased by another level, reaching the level of a sixth-rank saint.

She felt a little lost in her heart.

too fast…

The practice has improved too fast...

I only saw the prosperous scenery on the top of the mountain, but failed to experience the hardships and sufferings of the trek.

Such practice is incomplete and soulless.

It's really... distressing!
"What do you want from me?" Jiang Zirou sighed and asked softly.

"Tsk tsk, master, can this corpse be left to me?"

The spear flew out of Jiang Zirou's hand, and turned into the shape of blood-colored vertical eyes again, looking greedily at the corpse of Jinpeng who fell on the ground.

"I need the blood essence of the strong to recover from the injuries on my body, and by devouring the flesh and blood of the strong, I can also become thicker and longer..."

It chattered like a chatterbox.

But thinking about it, after being suppressed for tens of thousands of years, it seems understandable that there is a strong desire to talk.

"Master, I can be your cow or horse, but you also have to give me grass... bang"

Jiang Zirou reached out and squeezed Xieyan in his hand.

Pulled, ravaged, formed into a ball, and smashed hard on the ground.

"Snapped!"

Like a bloody water polo falling from upstairs, the evil eyes burst open.

Red, white, and white slurries splattered everywhere.

Jiang Zirou's eyes suddenly turned a little disgusted...

"Master, can you be gentle next time?" The blood flowed backwards, and a new eye appeared in front of Jiang Zirou, and he spoke weakly.

"Leave that corpse of Jinpeng to you, don't speak in front of me for the next three days."

"Uh..." Xieyan looked a little hesitant.

"Two days!"

The big eyeballs struggled for a while, but still Shi Shiran flew towards Jinpeng's body.

"By the way, the last sentence, those guys seem to be coming soon... I heard that they seem to be looking for something called the Shenwu Cavern."

……

"What the hell happened ahead?"

Thou Dan stopped in his tracks and slowly landed in the air with a look of surprise.

He is more than nine feet tall, tall and burly, with yellow clothes and a yellow crown, and his face is full of flesh that looks harder than iron.

He is the prince of the Canglang tribe. He is only seven hundred years old, and he is already a demon king in the eighth-rank saint realm. It can be said that he has a bright future.

Beside Tang Dan, there was an old man, not more than five feet long, thin and dry, but wearing fiery red clothes, his appearance was indescribably wretched.

Judging from the smell on his body, it seemed to be a weasel transformed into a big monster.

Although the appearance is ugly, the aura on his body is very domineering. Like Qidan, he is also a demon king in the eighth-rank realm of saints.

Its name is Gongsu, and it is also from the Canglang tribe, but it is not the prince, but the elder of the Cangwolf tribe, who is good at puppetry, and his methods are very strange.

At this moment, the two of them landed in front of the black mist, with surprise in their eyes.

Just now, they saw a grand vision, surrounded by stars and green lotuses blooming.

There is more golden light vertically and horizontally, and the Sanskrit sound curls up.

Immediately thinking that it was caused by the opening of the Shenwu Catacombs, he rushed here desperately.

It's just that the road is only half gone.

On the way, an unnamed black mist rose up, covering the sky, and when they got close, they couldn't see anything clearly.

"Boss, this black mist is really weird!" Gongsu scratched his ears and said impatiently.

During this process, there are lights and shadows flying from behind constantly, all of them are not weak, and they are all demon kings above high ranks, with lingering aura.

"nonsense!"

Qi Dan's eyes widened, and he scolded in a low voice: "Can't I see it, my lord?"

"Also, remember to call me son next time!"

With your tall, burly face, how dare you call yourself a son?
Gongsu felt contemptuous in his heart.

But he couldn't help but nodded again and again, and said with an apologetic smile: "My lord, what you said is...then should we go in and investigate?"

Dan Dan hesitated, instinctively feeling the danger hidden in the black mist.

But in his heart, he couldn't bear the temptation brought by the Shenwu Catacomb... He was already a Saint and Demon King in the eighth-rank realm, if he could gain some benefits from the Shenwu Catacomb, he would take two steps forward.

Would it be possible to kick that old man who was sitting on the throne away!

In the future, when other demon kings see me...can they also call me Canglang Emperor?
This scene, just thinking about it, is comfortable.

In the world, how can there be a 700-year-old prince! ?
Thinking of this, Qi Dan suddenly made up his mind.

"Go, you will lose if you hesitate, and you will have a chance if you are decisive!" He shouted, pulling Gongsu beside him to lift his feet and stepping into the black mist.

　The codeword classroom was occupied by the teacher, and the computer could not be taken out. After waiting outside for two full hours, the teacher took a break after class... As a result, 29 words were missing in today’s update, and I will make up for it later.At the end of this month, there will be double monthly tickets on 30NO.[-]. If you book in advance, the update will continue.Finally, I would like to thank the milk cat CCC for the [-] point reward.I feel that this book is also very hard-working, but the number of follow-ups is getting less and less, and I feel quite powerless.

　　
　
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