Vol 3 Chapter 1762: Spirit Race

The emergence of the nine-headed sculpture suddenly disrupted the heart of the monks in the holy city. The huge field energy pressure it brought about when it appeared, even Zao Wou-ki could not get close.
The palace lord looked at the nine-headed divine statue solemnly in the void not far away. The monks who came from the ancient dojo didn't have the gods' realm, but there were some monks in the star realm. They were like Zao Wou-ki and couldn't get close at all.
That powerful force completely excluded them.
Behind the nine-headed statue of God, in the middle, on one of the largest heads, two big eyes were indifferent like the eyes of a of death. It glanced indifferently at the monks around, and it spoke.
No one knows its state, but it can vomit but no one doubts.
"This battle is the battle between the Huashan Shenmen and the Cuixing Pavilion, represented by Yu Yu, between the two monks' sects. Both sides rely on their ability to live and die. No one else can interfere. In addition, this battle must not hurt mortals anymore. People, if there is any violation, this seat will personally take action and wipe the side that hurts the people from this world. You will never show mercy, so do it for yourself!"
The words are simple and concise, the voice is sonorous and powerful, as cold as frost. When the voice fell to the ground, it glanced in a direction below, and then the figure slowly faded, then disappeared and invisible, as if it had never appeared before.
The monks present were all terrified. You look at me and I look at you. The scene is silent. From its appearance to its departure, the time is not short, no one can see its true state, no one knows how strong it is.
And listening to his tone, it doesn't seem to be like Yu Yu's friend's side, but it seems to care for the people of Yan Country. There were not many words left, but the target was directed at Cuixing Pavilion. When Cui Xing Pavilion stated that it would act on the people of Yan Country, it immediately appeared.
Zhu Mei sneered in the crowd, saying, "It's really ridiculous. It is my monk's responsibility to protect the annoying people. Now I want to let the demon clan's predecessors come forward, but none of us questioned the Cuixing Pavilion. Great shame."
The monks in the other realms on the scene looked at Zhumei indifferently, and someone sneered, "Zhumei, don't let go of you. Didn't you answer the response of Cuixing Pavilion before Shui Yuetian?"
"Huh, so I feel ashamed of the little girl!" Zhu Mei sneered, looking at the monk and said, "Knife King, are you here to teach me? Which onion are you? I tell you, it's not your turn. Those who dominate heaven come to teach my old lady!"
Yu Yu had seen the speaker, but he was an elder in Heaven, named Sword King. He had met this person when he first entered the temple in Jieyaogu. At this time, the realm of theory is the same as that of Zhumei, and it is also the person who has stepped into the star field in the late stage of the realm of Great Perfection.
The Knife King only sneered and said faintly, "I don’t dare to teach, I just want to remind you not to be a good person. In your eyes, we may not be a good thing, but are you yourself? Funny! You Shui Yuetian will Do you care about the life and death of the people of Yan Country?"
Zhu Mei's face was cold, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he just glanced at him coldly, no longer said anything, and flew away from the holy city in a flash.
You look at me, I look at you, the mighty powers of the monster race, and you all see the doubt in your eyes. This is unscientific. It stands to reason that the Yaozu will never interfere in the struggle of the human monk world.
Looking at the posture and boldness of the nine-headed sculpture, it seems that the boss here in the holy city, that is, the palace lord they know, did not look at it. Because listening to his tone, it seems that he is independent at all, and doesn't care about the universities.
But the problem is that the palace lord is a cultivator of the gods and scenes, and a secret that the high level knows, who can ignore a local cultivator of the gods and scenes? Moreover, the palace lord is not an ordinary cultivator of the gods, and many cultivators of the same realm seem to be afraid of him.
One thing that still puzzles the demon cultivators is that they don’t seem to feel the great demon aura on the nine-headed divine statue? It stands to reason that the higher the power level of the demon clan, the stronger the demon aura. The little demon or the human monk at a low level will immediately escape once they appear, but why don't they feel the slightest?
With a huge momentum, Yu Yu stood in the courtyard of his home, silently watching the place where the nine-headed divine sculpture disappeared. It left the direction to look down, just looking at Yu Yu.
Yu Yu clearly felt the look it looked at him. He couldn't understand why this kind of existence appeared in the holy city or why it would come forward to help the people of Yan Kingdom. It was not human at all.
"Boy Yu Yu, I told you a long time ago, the place in the holy city is evil!" Rhubarb walked back and forth in the yard, his face solemn
"Look, you see, my wise and wise Huang Gou looks pretty good, right? You see me going back to the holy city to be honest, dare not to be honest. Hey, dare not to be honest, hey, I said, Yu Yu, did you hear me talking, hey, where are you going, talking, rely on..."
Yu Yu went straight to Fenglin Pavilion.
When he saw Palace Lord and Zao Wou-ki and others in Fenglin Pavilion, under the small tree halfway up the mountain, they had already chatted. The palace lord waved his hand, "I know why you came, and I am not very clear as a teacher. When such an expert appeared in Yan Kingdom. Its realm is higher than mine!"
"What?" Yu Yu's expression became cold, and he couldn't believe it.
The palace master said, "Being a teacher is only the initial stage of the God Realm. I think its realm is much higher than mine."
"That...is it the late stage?" Yu Yu was taken aback by his own speculation. "Could it be that there are still late stage cultivators in the world now? Isn't that the great emperor in the ancient times?"
The palace lord nodded, shook his head again, and said, "It's hard to say. Listen to its tone and assert for the teacher that he has stayed in the country for a long time. Ashamed, the teacher has never seen the trace of this senior expert~ EbookFREE.me~ I am ashamed!"
Even Palace Lord, this time he called the other person senior master. Yu Yu was really suppressed. In his heart, the palace lord can’t be said to be invincible, but he really didn’t think about it carefully and seriously. One day, someone suddenly popped out and could beat the palace lord. He was not at all mental. No preparations.
"Later monks exist, but there are very few." Palace Master glanced at Yu Yu and said quietly. This time, the tone sounded very calm, but Yu Yu seemed to feel that Palace Master was somewhat strange. Up.
Not in jealousy, more in vigilance. Yan Guo, from the actual situation, is in the hands of the academy. Although the academy has never famously said, many people still don't know that the palace master is a monk of the gods, but this does not mean that he is not.
Suddenly there was such an expert in your backyard, who stayed under your nose for at least a thousand years, but you didn't notice it. How did it feel?
But Yu Yu was puzzled by why the Yaozu would intervene in human affairs, and what plot does it have?
Hearing Yu Yu's question, the palace lord laughed instead and said quietly, "It's not a demon, it's a spirit, the great power of the spirit race, or the emperor of the spirit race!"