Chapter 597: Tsing Yi (2)

Chu Tian stood under the ancient Panasonic, looking at the lower and lower corner of the head of the family.
A total of thirty-six giant horns nests slowly descended, and they landed just above the Lushan Mountain. When the nest is less than a thousand miles from the ground, thirty-six nests are scattered around, and countless warriors of the horns have also flew away with the nest.
A whole body exudes a strong breath, wearing a black layer of hyperthyroidism, and the body's important joints have a sharp black corner of the corner of the warrior. The low-pitched smirk falls straight from the sky.
Chu Tian’s heart moved slightly, and his hand waved. The main flag of the hundreds of stars on the south and northwest gates of the valley was flashing and dissipating at the same time. He took the initiative to remove the defensive array of the valley, leaving only four to declare identity. The archway is left in the air.
The horned warrior punched out, and a archway shattered. The countless gems inlaid on the archway were flying into the spotlight.
The loud noise of '咚', the height of the three-footed Warrior Warrior fell heavily in front of Chutian and others, slightly overlooking Chutian and others, a low voice: "Who is the master here? You How big is the site?"
Chu Tian and others were slightly sinking in their hearts. Chu Tian stepped forward two steps. Shen Sheng said: "This is the real man of the Eight Diagrams Valley. This valley stretches for three thousand miles and is the mountain gate of this seat. Jurisdiction."
"Three thousand miles?" This horned warrior nodded, and violently shot a thin piece of paper on Chutian's face: "Three thousand miles can only be a fraction, even if it is 10,000 miles. Gossip real people. Your gossip valley has a thousand miles of mountains, and every few hundred years, according to the above figures, I will pay tribute to my family!"
Chu Tianyin squinted and pulled the thin paper down, and quickly glanced at the writing on it.
A black flame flickering on the thin paper, and a clear line of the words "The Eight Diagrams of the Eight Diagrams of the Reality of the Gossip, the Ten Thousand Miles of the Land" has been clearly drawn. In addition, the true form of Chutian appears clearly on the paper. Figure shadow.
Under the real image, it is a large piece of text, including a few pieces of the best spirit crystal, a few hundred pieces of top grade Lingjing, ordinary gold, silver, copper and iron several hundred kilograms, precious black iron, wind copper How many billion pounds, rare Wujin, fire copper, hundreds of millions of pounds, can be called genius treasures of various rare minerals, each tens of thousands of pounds and so on.
Among them, it is specifically stated that if the rare minerals do not match the numbers, they can use a pound of rare minerals to convert the number of the best, top grade Lingjing to pay and so on.
The last line of thin paper is a handwriting. Once in a hundred years, if you can't get together, you can pay with the flesh and blood essence of the monks and the people.
On the back of the newspaper, it is a secret method that condenses the flesh and blood essence of the monks and the people and condenses them into flesh and blood.
"Nagon?" Chutian looked at the Mighty Warrior in front of him.
"West Heaven Emperor transferred the ruling power of Wuliang Mountain to me for 10,000 years! In 10,000 years, you are all slaves of my family, and we are mining the ore for us to keep you safe!" The warrior grinned and pointed to Chu Tian and said: "Of course, the life span of your scattered repairs is not so long, 10,000 years... Hey, you can fly, anyway, you can only fly to the site of the Western Emperor."
He slammed down his body and stared at Chutian’s wickedly: "According to the agreement of the Great Master and the Emperor of the West, even if you fly to the Western Heaven, you have to come back, and we will mine for you!"
The finger licked a few times on Chutian’s chest. The horned warrior shouted:
Is there any opinion? Well? You can try to resist... oh, I have been for many years, I have never tasted a monk. The flesh and blood tastes."
The slanted, the horned warrior pointed to Lan Leng sneer and said: "Especially the flesh and blood of the female monk, especially sweet and fragrant... You, can you be dissatisfied? Can you resist? Hey, hey... you are gossip Who are the valley people?"
Huang Ye Weng, Bai Zizi and Lan Lengqi shook their heads subconsciously.
The horned warrior suddenly laughed. He took out three other thin papers and smiled and said to the three Huang Ye Weng: "So, the newspaper is named, one by one, and the family is a hundred years later." Nagong is."
Huang Ye Weng they hesitated a little, more than ten thousand miles away, a slowly flying over the surface of the corner of the horns, a red light flashed, a red light column with a hundred miles thickly whistling down, a mountain full of thousands of miles along with The earth-shattering loud noise disappeared without a trace, and the horrible atmosphere of a wave of scorching continually rolled over, rushing to the three arches suspended above the valley.
"That is... Golden Wing Gate... Golden Wing Gate, finished!" Huang Ye Weng, their body slammed, and subconsciously screamed.
Chutian’s face has also changed slightly. Jinyimen, in this million miles of the mountain, the Golden Gate is also a very strong sect. There are tens of thousands of disciples, and there are several soaring seniors. Work in the Western Heaven.
But the Golden Wing Gate was so smoothed by the horns.
Obviously, the Mongjiao family is killing chickens and seeing the monkeys. The Golden Wing Gate is the chicken, and Chutian they all become monkeys!
Huang Ye Weng’s several crickets reported his name and the area controlled by the Shanmen. The horned horns were quite professional, and they let Huang Ye Weng lead the way and rushed to their mountain gates to recognize their mountain gates one by one.
Unsurprisingly, Huang Ye Weng’s mountain gates are thousands of miles in size, but they have been registered as Wanlishan Gate by the horns.
Looking at the back of Huang Ye Weng and others, Chu Tian took the thin paper in his hand and could not help but shake his head. The number of various minerals recorded above is extremely large and amazing. According to the requirements of these horns, it is necessary to have Chu Tian, ​​a master of cultivation, regardless of day and night continuous mining, in order to pay tribute on time and in a hundred years.
But Chu Tian, ​​a master of cultivation, who will mine?
Even in the heavens, those miners are mostly ordinary people, and occasionally some low-ranking monks are inside. Want to meet the list of tributes listed by these horns, God knows how many miners have to work overtime, day and night!
"You have run far enough, and you have found such a good place to hide." A voice that could not tell the difference between men and women came from Chutian.
Chu Tian suddenly woke up and saw that he had saved his blue shadow from the hands of Tian, ​​and was standing behind him. A sly cyan mist surrounds his body, letting Chutian work hard, and can't see his appearance and body.
"Predecessors!" Chutian hurriedly respectfully bowed to the cyan figure.
"But it!" The blue figure said lowly: "You can call me Tsing Yi, I am not a predecessor. Hugh will call me like that old monster. This time I am looking for you, is to save you the last life owed to me. Grace, are you willing to return this person?"