The Heaven’s Jailer

The Chigai tribe and the two holy master mid-cultivators from the same Shuang tribe walked side by side in front of the black hole, glanced at each other, and prepared to step into it.

But at this moment, several lightsabers flew out of the ground suddenly.

The two middle-stage cultivators of the Holy Master, whose attention was all on the black hole, were unprepared, they could only watch the lightsaber, slashing across their bodies.

"boom……"

"boom……"

Accompanied by two explosions, the two people who were still alive a second ago turned into blood mist.

"boom!"

The pot immediately started on the spot.

That was the middle stage of the Holy Lord, not Chinese cabbage.

For the Chigai tribe and the Tongshuang tribe, this kind of poor and powerful tribe, it may be an exaggeration to say that there are only a handful of cultivators in the middle stage of the Holy Master.

One is really dead, one less.

"Wen Xingyan!"

In shock, the more than 20,000 people who had originally surrounded Liu Lang surrounded them with a "hoola" sound.

The chieftain of the Chigai clan and the chieftain of the Tongshuang clan have even more gazes.

Obviously, this is a trap, a trap carefully laid by Wen Xingyan.

If it weren't for Liu Lang's reminder, sending two holy master mid-cultivators to explore the way in advance, the consequences would be disastrous.

"There must be some misunderstanding..."

Wen Xingyan, who became the target of the public in an instant, was sweating. He tentatively explained, explaining that the death of the two holy master mid-cultivators had nothing to do with him.

However, after opening a few mouths, I don't know how to speak.

The place was chosen by him, and the people were invited by him. The black hole was started by one hand. Now that people are dead, he said that there was a misunderstanding inside, but he didn't believe it.

"Yun Shengtang's bitter trick is really good, and it lasts 200,000 years."

Wen Xingyan couldn't figure out what was going on, but some people wanted to understand. The Chigai clan chief gnashed his teeth while pointing at Wen Xingyan.

"Bitterness?"

With this reminder from the chief of the Chigai clan, many people at the scene suddenly became clear.

Two hundred thousand years ago, Yuanshengtang's strength improved by leaps and bounds, and the Chigai tribe and fellow Shuang tribe, who felt tremendous pressure, began secretly contacting them, preparing to temporarily abandon their previous suspicions and jointly confront Yuanshengtang.

But at this moment, Yuanshengtang split.

The original hall master Ning Youyun established another Yunshengtang, and Yuanshengtang elected the new master Wen Xingyan.

Seeing that Yuanshengtang and Yunshengtang were about to kill each other, the alliance between the Chigai tribe and the Shuang tribe ended without disease.

Afterwards, for a long time, the Chigai and Tongshuang tribes were all waiting to reap the benefits of the fishermen, but the final result was that Yunshengtang annexed Yuanshengtang.

Now it seems that that period of history is more like Yuanshengtang or Yunshengtang, a self-directed drama, aimed at letting the Chigai and Tongshuang people relax their vigilance.

When the Chigai and Tongshuang tribe felt they had a chance to cut off Yunshengtang's back road, Wen Xingyan jumped out.

Using the principle that the enemy’s enemy is a friend, the Chigai tribe and the Tongshuang tribe were introduced into traps, and then all the elites of the Chigai tribe and the Tongshuang tribe were killed in one fell swoop.

After trying to understand all this, everyone in the Chigai tribe and the same Shuang tribe was in a cold sweat.

Feeling that Yun Shengtang's intentions were vicious, everyone looked at Liu Lang at the same time. If it hadn't been for Cheng Yaojin to suddenly kill such a Cheng Yaojin, the Chigai and Tongshuang tribes would be really bad luck.

In fact, at this moment, Ning Youyun, who was watching the live broadcast inside the Sacred Stele of Heavenless Heaven, was also in a trance.

"Could it be true that it was a bitter trick? Then who was the design? Old Hall Master? If this is the case, then Wen Xingyan can really endure the humiliation."

At this moment, Ning Youyun couldn't help but go through all the past in her mind.

After that, she soberly realized that there is no such thing as a bitter trick. If it is really a bitter trick, why wait 200,000 years?

When Wen Xingyan had just fled, wouldn't it be more convincing to find Chigai and Tongshuang tribes?

"What bitter tricks, I really don't know, there are traps in front of the ruins!"

In addition to the Heavenless Sacred Stele, people from the Chigai tribe and the same Shuang tribe were found to be swarming, Wen Xingyan worked hard to calm himself down.

A second later, Wen Xingyan pointed to Liu Lang who was watching a movie in the distance, and shouted: "It's him, it must be his hands and feet."

Shaking the pot is a survival skill that Wen Xingyan has mastered 200,000 years ago.

At the beginning, he used this skill to force Ning Youyun away.

It's just that there is the energy to plan the shaking of the pot, and there are also the temporary shaking of the pot in an emergency. Wen Xing said that this is obviously applicable to the latter.

It is not so easy to convince Chigai and Tongshuang people.

The fact is true. The Chigai tribe, who regards Liu Lang as benefactors, and the Shuang tribe, can easily see through Wen Xingyan's "sowing discord."

"Don't use this inferior trick."

The chief of the Chigai clan sneered and said: "If this adult wants to embarrass the Chigai clan and the same shuang clan, just watch it quietly from the side, why should he remind me?"

"This……"

Wen Xingyan was choked immediately.

Yes, if Liu Lang really wants to kill people, he should encourage the Chigai tribe and fellow Shuang tribe to all go up. His throwing the pot is logically unreasonable.

It can be regarded as a failure.

"It's Yun Shengtang, it's Ning Youyun."

Realizing that Liu Lang couldn't move in this direction, Wen Xingyan immediately turned the gun head, "Ning Youyun expected that I might set foot on the ruins, so outside of the ruins, a killing array was arranged."

"This is possible."

Although angry at the death of the two mid-sage cultivators, the chiefs of the Chigai clan and the Tongshuang clan were still sober.

In fact, even without Liu Lang's reminder, they would find their way.

If this trap is really arranged for them, then it will definitely skip the pathfinder. Otherwise, how can it cause mass destruction?

Seeing that the expressions of the chiefs of the Chigai clan and the Tongshuang clan were softened, Wen Xingyan seemed to have grasped the straw.

"The few people in Yun Shengtang have any means, no one knows better than me, I will break the killing array!" Wen Xingyan took the initiative to ask.

"You better stop playing tricks!"

The Chigai tribe and the same Shuang tribe are not the races that are good at skill refining. This time they came here and did not bring the top skill refining master in the clan. If they were to break the formation, there would be difficulties.

After all, it was a killing formation that crushed the mid-stage cultivator of the Holy Master every minute, and it wouldn't be easy to think about.

The chief of the Chigai clan and the chief of the Shuang clan looked at each other and decided to let Wen Xingyan try first. Anyway, so many people, watching Wen Xingyan, are not afraid that Wen Xingyan will run away.

"Just put a hundred hearts on it!"

Wen Xingyan, who successfully passed this barrier, took a sigh of relief.

Let the Chigai and the same Shuang people retreat to both sides, Wen Xingyan cautiously walked to the black hole where the accident occurred.