Chapter 133: You are going to beheaded.

The fat man Zhao Dazhi pulled out his heart and protected Yang Tian’s madness.
The perlite is already the best gift he can take, and people can't see it at all. What should I do? It’s hard to be done, is it really strong?
Yang Tian's madness is good, the character is old and solid, but it is extraordinarily hard to cultivate. It is still good in the many protection methods of Yunwuzong. It broke into the six-fold monk more than ten years ago. One-on-one single-handedly fighting, no one in the front of these few demon disciples is his opponent, and together they can not really block his pace. However, even if it is ten times stronger, Yang Tian crazy does not dare to be really strong.
What is this place?
The gates of the Tianmeng Gate, the forbidden land in the forbidden land, dare to force the great devil of the Daqin Dynasty Palace, have no guts to scatter here!
Strong 闯天妖门山门, there is only one end, that is death! It’s not finished yet, and the Zongmen will be implicated and suffer the catastrophe.
It is said that more than one hundred years ago, there was a small martial art head that forced the demon gate to the gate of the demon. It was said that his close female disciple had been taken away by a master of the demon, and he wanted to force the mountain gate to find the elders of the demon. . As a result, the elders of the Tianmeng Gate had not seen it, and they were killed by the masters who guarded the gates of the mountain gates. The Zongmen belonged to the uproots overnight, and hundreds of people in the Zongmen did not leave a living.
Yang Fa mad Wei Nuo Nuo Nuo, I do not know how to be a good stale standing still, eating a leopard gallbladder does not dare to be hard. However, one person strode up and ignored the pressure of several demon disciples.
At the crucial moment, Ye Chuan, who had been watching from the cold, stood up and walked straight ahead.
"Who are you? Stop!"
"Take the next step and give your hands and feet!"
A few days, the demon disciples were shocked and angry, shouting loudly and screaming, raising the sharp sword in his hand.
In the past, people who were close to the gates of Tianmengmen, whether they were ordinary people or masters, were too busy to hide far from them. This time, I thought that these three people of Yunwu Zong would also have to flee. Who can think of it, even if someone is not afraid of going straight, they really want to force the mountain gate. Is this guy another thing to come to, or is it evil? Is it crazy, or is it tired?
"Ye Chuan..."
"Master, don't, master..."
A few days, the demon disciples were caught off guard, and the fat man Zhao Dazhi and the guardian Yang Tian mad were scared enough, and they shouted together. Who can think that Ye Chuan is really hard?
Ye Chuan continued to move forward, listening to people's voices, and getting closer to the swords in the hands of a few days of demon disciples. Five meters, three meters, one meter..., the straight sword in the hands of the demon disciples hit the sky.
The disciples of the demon, who have just been screaming and screaming, are timid, and subconsciously retreat.
Usually see people high, the screaming and screaming and killing, but really want to do it, but in turn hesitated.
Look at Ye Chuan's expression, there is no fear, who knows, what is his identity? Is there anything else to come?
In front of the gate of the demon gate, there was a strange scene.
A young man who looks like an ordinary person walks straight ahead, and a few disciples who keep the gates of the mountain are going backwards.
The fat man Zhao Dazhi and the guardian Yang Tian madly closed his mouth and looked at the scene in front of him with a stunned look.
Master is really a master, who is so discouraged?
After the reaction, the fat man Zhao Dazhi admired Ye Chuan that it was extremely incomparable, and it was also a young disciple of the Yunzi Zong, which is too different!
"Stand up, go further, I really have to do it!"
The head of the demon disciple bite his teeth, the hair straight and the sword stopped, no longer back, a pair of eyes staring at Ye Chuan, "said, who are you? What are you doing?"
"Yechuan, the 517th generation of the ancestors of Yunwu Zong, rolled back to tell Tianqingzi and let him come out to see me!"
Ye Chuan stopped and let the demon disciples and the fat man and others wait for a sigh of relief, but the next sentence made people look amazed.
Great tone!
It is not asking to see the deacon of the demon, but let him come out to meet, Ye Chuan, who is the azure elder, and who is he? Not to mention a Zongmen disciple in the district, is Zhu Yunhong, the elder of Yunzong, personally coming, has such a big face and weight?
The head of the demon squad is sullen and uncertain, looking at the calm and arrogant Ye Chuan, the unprecedented mess in my heart. The more Ye Chuan is mad, but the more he dares not to act rashly, and he is even more unpredictable.
"What, do you want me to repeat it?"
Ye Chuan looked at the demon disciple who was headed by the cold, and looked over the disciples of these days and looked at the mountain peaks behind the mountain gate. He said faintly: "I did not expect that the demon gate of the demon Ji also fell. Under the door are such goods, but also known as the world's first door?"
Ye Chuan sighed with a sigh, and was really disappointed with the demon gate.
At that time, when he only covered his hand, the Tianmeng Gate was not as big as today, and there was no such great prestige. However, with the Tianhoumen’s opening of the mountain ancestor, the sect of the sect had a candid temper. Although killing people like numb, but it has always been killing the bright and the big, killing and dripping, how can these few days of the demon disciple, just know that by the Zongmen Weifeng fox fake tiger Wei, look forward to the future!
"Let's leave, go back to the deity and think about it!"
A thick voice suddenly came from the air, and a big man came out from the gate of the demon gate. He walked quickly to the crowd and glanced at the three people in Yechuan. His eyes flashed a touch of cold light, and the arched hand skin smiled. Said: "Guest, VIP, it is no wonder that today, when I go out early in the morning, I hear the magpies screaming in the branches. Since ancient times, Yunwu Zong and our Tianhuimen are just the same, and several little guys who are not long-eyed have offended. Houshan, the 117th generation disciple of Tianmeng Gate, is the guardian of the guardian gate, and the commander is not effective. Please also ask the three brothers not to blame. Go, please!"
After a farce, the demon door finally came out with a weighty character.
When I met, the burly Houshan was as enthusiastic as it was, but it was too late to come. It was too coincidental. It seems that I have been watching in the dark for a long time, deliberately wanting Ye Chuan and his team to make a fool of themselves.
"Well, it is not effective. According to the previous laws of the demon gate, this is to be tied to the life and death wheel."
Ye Chuan swept the majestic Mt. Houshan and once again said it was amazing.
The fat man who had just breathed a sigh of relief and the guardian Yang Tian mad, all of a sudden, his legs and trembling screaming badly, the original smile of the waiting mountain, his face is also a change, his eyes are fiercely fierce, a burst of violent power fluctuations . Hula, the clothes of Ye Chuan's three people have no wind, and the eyebrows are stinging. It seems that they are being held by an invisible dagger at the same time.