Chapter 387: Purple Cloud Rat

Ji Ran and Zi Heng saw a trace of blood on the corner of Lu Chen's mouth. They looked at each other and breathed a sigh of relief. This is normal.
After all, the power exuded by the huge gold ingot magic seal just now, even the ordinary king realm did not dare to head-on, but Lu Chen did it.
Lu Chen is the primordial mirror. If there is no minor internal injury, it is abnormal.
The two were silent for a while, then looked at Lu Chen and said, "Then let's go first."
This time, the two of them really left
"Who was that person just now, you were hurt?" Gai Ziling asked Lu Chen curiously with a pair of beautiful eyes.
Lu Chen's strength is well known, but now he is injured, Gai Ziling was a little surprised.
Lu Chen looked at Gai Ziling, with a playful smile at the corner of his mouth: "Don't worry about me."
Lu Chen's words had a rather ambiguous meaning.
A group of figures around, instantly looked at Gai Ziling with strange expressions, and then at Lu Chen, showing a different color. Could it be that their princess has a relationship with an outsider.
Gai Ziling was a little bit embarrassed when he touched the strange expressions around him. The liked to say such ambiguous words.
With a touch of indifference on Gai Ziling's pretty face, he said coldly: "I will inform you that the disciples sent by the Four Sacred Mountains have found a hidden formation in the Tiancang Mountains."
"Did you find it so soon?" Lu Chen showed a slightly surprised look on his face.
After Gai Ziling finished speaking, he left.
Two days later.
The disciples of the Four Sacred Mountain Chess Palace have discovered the formation and led a large force into the Tiancang Mountain Range. At the same time, the major outsiders of Wushuang City are ready to move, and also entered the Tiancang Mountain Range, trying to separate from the hands of the Four Sacred Mountain. A cup of pie.
Lu Chen and Liu Qingcheng set off together, heading to the Tiancang Mountain Range, and met with the disciples of the Sword Emperor Palace led by Ji Ran and Zi Heng on the way.
The two veins of Tianjian Peak and Zixing Peak entered the secret realm to the point that there were not many people falling, and there were about 1,12 people left on each peak.
With the addition of Baojianfeng, Qinghefeng, and Wanjianfeng, there are more than 1,000 disciples, and there are more than 3,000 people in total, which belong to an extremely large team.
The Sword Emperor Palace disciples stared at the man walking in the front of the crowd with enthusiasm in their eyes, because Sword Three Masters were most of them saviors.
Along the way, in addition to them, there are people from other forces. Some of the forces have a lot of people, about 1,000 or so, some very few, and only a few. At this moment, this group of people has a purpose, that is Towards the direction of the Tiancang Mountains.
Lu Chen said: "Entering the ruins, I first go to the area of ​​the Sage of Qin. As for the Sage of Chess, Sage of Books, and Sage of Painting, I will leave it to you."
"No problem." The two nodded.
"Go straight away"
After Lu Chen finished speaking, he rose into the air and flew directly. Immediately, a group of figures were suspended in the air, seeming to be densely packed, submerged in a vast forest, and then disappeared.
The Tiancang Mountains have overlapping peaks and peaks, towering into the clouds, and the peaks stretch endlessly across hundreds of thousands of miles.
The Tiancang Mountain Range was a relatively famous mountain range when it was in the ancient kingdom of Shenfeng.
The reason is that there are three demonic beast overlord tribes inhabited, and these three tribes all have a holy king. In addition, the beast mountain range also has a supreme monster.
This supreme demon didn’t participate in the battle with the of wind, but was practicing in retreat, but because the of the gods of the ancient kingdom, the undead demons, and the shaman realm, they dealt with a powerful formation master together. The curse world united, but the kamikaze ancient kingdom was defeated.
This monster beast of the supreme realm was also sealed inside in a daze.
In the Tiancang Mountains, in a hinterland, ancient trees rose from the ground, verdant and tall, with luxuriant branches.
At this moment, there is a dense group of people from here. They come from different forces. There are very few people who are powerful. They are unparalleled and handsome, like dragons and phoenix among people, standing beside them calmly.
They are all leaders of the major forces.
But without exception, they all focused on the disciples of the four sacred mountains in the middle.
There are a total of five or six thousand disciples from the Four Sacred Mountains. At the moment, their leaders are Qin Yu, the heir of Qinsheng Palace, Wang Shaoyou, the heir of Qisheng Palace, Yuan Wu, the heir of Shusheng Palace, and Tian Ningmeng, heir of Huasheng Palace.
The faces of the four descendants are very ugly now, because there are too many people gathered around, and these are all outsiders.
Although I knew that there were many people competing for the inheritance of the four ancestors this time, seeing so many people came, I couldn't help but sink.
"Everyone, after entering the heritage site, be careful," the four heirs said separately.
There are too many forces coming, and too many people want to rob them of the inheritance, and the existence of the saint child class puts them extremely pressured, because the four descendants of them are just close to the saint child class, even the saint child class Not reached.
Even though the inheritance belongs to their ancestors, they have a very high chance of gaining the inheritance, but if you are not careful, there is also the danger of falling. It is forbidden that outsiders will follow them.
"Hehe, brothers from the Four Sacred Mountains, quickly open it, after all, we can't let us take a trip for nothing." Finally, a soft word sounded.
Everyone turned their heads and saw that it was a relatively feminine-looking young man in white, who exuded an extremely cold breath.
He stood in the crowd with a rather lazy expression, but it is impossible for people in Qingyu to be unfamiliar with this person. The holy child from the has a cold and cold temperament, so his temperament is very cold.
"Why haven't you come?" Yuan Wu, the heir of Shusheng Palace, glanced at the saint son of the and let out a low growl.
I don't know if his words played a role, a tyrannical aura permeated from a distance, and immediately, a group of more than ten people appeared in front of everyone.
Wearing purple clothes, this group of people showed a strong temperament. A closer look revealed that among the dozen or so people, there were four or five people with extraordinary aura, reaching the aura of a saint child.
Their eyes looked sullenly around, and their eyes were so sharp that no one dared to look at them for a while.
There are two reasons for this. In addition to the sharp and sharp eyes of these men in purple clothes, their mouths are protruding because of their ugly appearance. If you look at them, it looks like a mouse's head.
Purple Cloud Rat Race!
Those outside the court knew the identity of this group of people in an instant.
When they were in Wushuang City, they had already inquired about that there were three groups of monsters in the Tiancang Mountains.
Among more than a dozen Purple Cloud Rat Clan, there are four or five people who are equal to the Saint Child level, making their hearts sink.
"Get out of the way, it's blocking our way." The men stayed in the air, then looked at the dynasty forces in a certain area and said a cold word.
This group of people carried overbearing intentions, and while they were speaking, a powerful aura pressured away.
The target was a dynasty group, a small group of about a hundred people.
The leader of the team is a prince of the dynasty second only to the holy child, and wants to take this opportunity to enter the heritage to fish in troubled waters.
At this moment, members of the Ziyun Rat Clan appeared and stared at them, making their faces particularly ugly.
[Author's digression]: There is no silver ticket, no follow-up reading, advertising costs have plummeted, and I don’t want to write recently. When it falls to a certain bottom line, the book can be finished. Hey.