Chapter 627: This seat wants your life

The worshippers and elders of the sects also looked at Chen Xinglie with strange eyes.
How could Chen Xinglie take care of these people's thoughts. Seeing that the monster race looked weak, he hurriedly held the big sword in his hand and slashed towards the monster race again.
"The third brother!"
"Human, dare to move my third brother, this seat will kill you!"
There was the threat of Yaozu coming from his ears, but this didn't affect Chen Xinglie's intention to kill in the slightest.
Because the three powerful men of the Xun Dao Sect were on the sidelines, how could they let other monster races intervene in their own battles.
Sure enough, the moment the Yaozu's voice sounded, a slightly older voice also sounded.
"Haha, how did you move your monster race? What can you do if you kill your third brother?"
One of the three Yuanying stage elders of Xundao Sect had already appeared in front of the demon clan while speaking.
Condescendingly looked down at the demon clan at the peak of the Golden Core Stage, and the disdain in his words was beyond words.
Chen Xinglie smiled at the corner of his mouth and continued his attack.
The Monster Race at the peak of the Golden Core Stage still wanted to speak, but when he saw the old man in front of him, it was like an eggplant beaten by frost.
I saw his eyes dodge, constantly looking at other monsters around him, as if he wanted those monsters to help him deal with this old man.
It's just that the demons in the Jindan stage were all beaten up like this by the three old men.
At this moment, which demon clan dared to deal with these three old men?
Looking at the indifferent expressions of the people of the same race around, the heart of the Golden Core Stage Peak Monster Race who spoke was cold.
The old man of Xun Dao Sect smiled and said: "Give me honesty, my younger generation wants to learn from your monster race, you'd better cooperate a little bit, otherwise your end will be the same as this arrogant trash!"
When the voice fell, he saw him lift up the Golden Core Stage Peak Monster Clan who had just spoken in front of him with one hand.
A moment ago, the powerful monster race who was still in this square calling the wind and rain, controlling the lives of the many human races present, turned out to be like a child in the hands of the old man.
Being pinched by the old man's neck, his limbs danced wildly, as if he wanted to get away from the old man's hands, but the old man, as a strong man in the Nascent Soul Stage, could not let this Golden Elixir stage escape.
Perhaps it was because I felt that my chances of getting out of the hands of this old man were not great, and the face of the monster race at the peak of the Golden Core Stage showed an expression of begging for mercy.
The old man grinned and said, "It was not like this when you imprisoned my human race just now."
"If you have the next life, if you are still a monster, remember not to be an enemy of my human race."
The voice fell, and a crisp bone crack sounded.
The sound was not loud, but it was particularly harsh in this quiet square.
The Golden Core Stage Peak Demon Race that was held in the hand by the elder of the Pathfinder Sect, all limbs fell feebly, and it seemed that it had already been on the Huangquan Road.
I don't know if he will remember what the old man said to him before he died.
After the old man finished this thing, it was like throwing trash, and he threw the Yaozu in his hand aside. There was no expression on his old face, as if he had done a trivial thing.
Then a pair of vicissitudes of eyes stared at all the monsters present.
This is to warn these monster races not to act rashly, otherwise the end will be the same as this monster race who has just set foot on Huangquan Road.
All the demon races present were silent, looking at the three old men who were staring at them, no demon race dared to move even once.
Just silently watching the human race in the terrestrial fairyland in the field, waving the broad sword in his hand and fighting the badly injured monster race back and forth.
Chen Xinglie had been completely immersed in the battle with the monster race in front of him, and had not noticed the changes around him.
With a sword cut, the Yaozu stepped back.
Chen Xinglie looked at the right time and bullied himself up again, the big sword in his hand gleaming with cold light, like a sharp sword pierced into tofu, and instantly pierced into this monster race.
The Demon Race of the Golden Core Stage unwillingly glanced at Chen Xinglie, then swallowed.
Chen Xinglie put away the big sword, and after the previous battle, the already saturated energy in his body rose a little.
Having reached the critical point, I sat cross-legged on the ground, closed my eyes, and began to practice the method of holy world practice given by the system in my mind.
He didn't worry about the threats the surrounding demons would pose to him. Are the three elders of the Xun Dao Sect really decorated?
All the people in the sect looked at Chen Xinglie with a dumbfounded look. No one could figure out where this young man had the courage to kill them in front of so many monsters.
At this time, dare to sit on the spot and start practicing so swaggeringly?
It is true that the three elders are very strong and have reached the Nascent Soul Stage, and none of the monster races present is their opponent.
But there is no here, does not mean that there is no in the depths of the Sky Star Sect!
Ever since these black-clad monster races appeared, powerful aura fluctuations have continued from the depths of the Sky Star Sect.
That kind of powerful aura far surpasses everyone present, even those three elders in the Nascent Soul Stage are far behind that aura.
Chen Xinglie closed his eyes and practiced, and three figures in the depths of the Sky Star Sect stood under the towering tree in a three-legged manner.
One of them was Mu Xundao, the supreme master of the Sky Star Sect, the old man sitting under the tree with his eyes closed.
There was another person who was brought about by Chen Xinglie's boil, and the other person was covered in black clothes, so that people could not see his true face, but the powerful aura that radiated from his body was mixed with the pure demonic aura that people could see at a glance. This is a monster race.
An extremely powerful monster race.
And there was a figure in black standing at the gate of the courtyard, tight-fitting black robe clinging to her body, showing the perfect wave completely, if someone was there, it would be a feast for the eyes.
Li Rufeng looked nervously at the three powerhouses in the courtyard in front of her. She thought that the Sect Master who had reached the stage of transforming gods, coupled with the help of the revival, would surely be able to easily suppress the invading monster race.
It's just that how could she think that the strength of this monster clan is not even under the spirit of joy.
The reason why he struggled with the Sect Master of Heavenly Star for so long was entirely because the sovereign relied on the giant tree with mysterious origin in the center of the courtyard to continuously provide him with vitality and energy.
The Yaozu glanced at Mu Xundao, then looked at Zuoxing, and said, "Why do you old things want to run into your doghouse?"
"Hehe, what do I do, do you want to take care of it?"
Booxing roared angrily.
Although my place is indeed broken, why can't it be linked to the doghouse?
The monster in front of him, whose breath is almost the same as his own, dare to say that he lives in a doghouse in front of him!
How does this make Booxing not angry.
After the words fell, Zhuoxing appeared at the side of the demon clan instantly, with some wrinkled hands spread out into palms, and patted towards the demon clan.