Chapter 392: Counter threat

The Ziyun Rat Clan knew that the young man in front of him was the third son of the sword in Wushuang City, and his raised palm stopped abruptly, and he dared not make a move.
Just kidding, the three young masters of swords can easily break the gray palace. It is the sweet pastry of the two forces in the secret realm. Moreover, the opponent is invincible in Wushuang City, killing the descendants of the four great families who have the powerful saints.
Although the Purple Cloud Rat Clan has a Saint King and two Saint Kings, they are all awed by the power of the judge of the Undead Demons.
If the adjudicator issues an order to recruit the sacred son of the Purple Cloud Rat tribe, they dare not refuse.
Mouse Junhao was stunned, and his heart was filled with huge fear, because he was afraid that he would be expropriated to destroy the gray palace and then be killed by the sword three inside.
That's how the fifteen victims in Wushuang City died.
"It turns out that you are the third son of the sword, so you are offended." The Demon Emperor of the Ziyun Rat Clan changed his eyes, suddenly closed his hands, tilted his body, and saluted Lu Chen.
The Ziyun Rat Clan Demon King no longer had the arrogance it had before, and his posture was very low.
Because he was afraid that the third son of Jian was holding a grudge, he returned to Wushuang City and slapped a holy king to kill him.
When the people around saw this scene, they were deeply speechless. The third son of the sword, a martial artist of the Yuan Divine Realm, could not rely on the background behind him to make an emperor visit him alone. This kind of ability could not kill them.
"Sword, San Young Master Sword, many offenses" Shu Junhao said with a trembling fist: "I have eyes but no beads, I hope San Young Master Sword will forgive me."
Rat Junhao was also afraid, so he put down. He made a plea for his body.
It is impossible for him not to be afraid, because if the Third Young Master Jian was thinking about him, he could decide his life or death with just one sentence.
When everyone around saw this scene, they were speechless again. The former Rat Junhao was so arrogant, but now he was so frightened that his body was shaking, and he was almost urinating his pants.
"Miss Ji, lucky to meet," Lu Chen said, ignoring the members of the Ziyun Rat tribe, looking at Ji Yuanxuan and holding a fist.
Ji Yuanxuan, the saint of Vermillion Bird Valley, this line is not leaking, and she rarely walks outside, but her background is very deep, and she belongs to the top power in Qingyu.
The blood of the Suzaku clan flows in Ji Yuanxuan's body, which can activate the flames of the Suzaku. This kind of flame that has been raised since childhood is more violent than the spiritual fire and can restrain the power of curses. This is why Ji Yuanxuan can break the gray palace inside.
Ji Yuanxuan was tall and naturally beautiful. She looked at Lu Chen with a pair of beautiful eyes, with a smile: "The Third Master Sword is polite, and I hope that there will be no conflict with the Third Master Sword in the secret realm later."
Lu Chen's eyes flashed, listening to Ji Yuanxuan's meaning, is she sure to win a certain position in the inheritance of the Four Saints?
So he smiled and said, "I hope so."
Before entering the secret realm, Lu Chen was only in the early stage of the Yuanshen realm, and he had a strong fear of Ji Yuanxuan, but after entering the secret realm, the realm had caught up. It is now in the late stage of the Yuanshen realm. For Ji Yuanxuan's level, Lu Chen has already There is not much fear.
"You Ziyun Rat Clan will also come to seize the human heritage." After Lu Chen finished speaking, he turned his eyes on Mouse Junhao and the others, his tone getting colder.
When he first arrived, he didn't know the true identities of these ugly men, but after the demon king shot,
Feeling the strong demon aura, and adding their human-shaped heads can still see the appearance of mice, it is clear that this group of people is one of the three overlord level monsters in the Tiancang Mountains.
Before the Ziyun Rat Clan could speak, Jin Yingjun jumped out and smiled and slapped his flattering: "Sword San Young Master said that this group of rat monsters is very domineering and has driven away dozens of forces."
The situation in front of him could only be controlled by the Third Young Master Jian, or it was threatening to the Ziyun Rat Clan.
"Human heritage, you must not compete," Lu Chen said, looking at Shu Junhao and others.
The face of Shu Junhao has gradually recovered. After hearing Lu Chen's words, his face changed and he felt humiliation.
Before he came strong and commanded the other insignificant people to leave, now he was scolded and he was very humiliated.
"do you have any opinion"
Lu Chen raised his brow when seeing their faces gloomy.
"No, no objection, we will retreat now" the Demon Emperor of the Ziyun Rat Clan responded quickly and said quickly.
After speaking, the Demon King pulled Rat Junhao's body into a demon wind, and instantly disappeared ten miles away.
In a dense forest in the Tiancang Mountain Range, the Demon King showed up with Shu Junhao and others, and Shu Junhao said with a gloomy face: "This is unreasonable."
You must know that the Tiancang Mountain Range is their base camp, and an outsider drove them away from their base camp and couldn't seize the inheritance, holding back his anger.
The faces of the other holy children were also very ugly, and their eyes flashed coldly: "Young Master is not in a hurry, when the third son of the sword is of no value, we don't need to do it. Someone will wave a butcher knife at him."
Soon, another person agreed: "Yes, the third son of the sword won't live long."
A group of the younger generations of the Purple Cloud Mouse tribe are all depressed.
Secret place.
After the Ziyun Rats left, Lu Chen looked at the disciples of the Four Sacred Mountains and said, "Don't thank you, after all, the inheritance belongs to our human race, not the monster race."
"Hahaha..."
Qin Yu, the descendant of Qinsheng Palace, Wang Shaoyou, the descendant of Qisheng Palace, Yuan Wu, the descendant of Shusheng Palace, Tian Ningmeng, the descendant of Huasheng Palace, squeezed a far-fetched smile, but cursed his mother in his heart.
The Ziyun Rat Clan was the helper we got, but was driven away by you, thank you for your ass.
They finally united with the Purple Cloud Rat Clan in the Sky Cang Mountain Range and drove away most of them. They could have ridden Fenglei Pavilion and several other forces so that they would have a greater chance of inheritance.
But who ever wanted Banlu to kill the Third Sword Master, Nima also brought three or four thousand Sword Emperor Palace disciples to him, and drove away their only helper.
Like the Ziyun Rats, they are also depressed.
Although I was angry in my heart, I didn't dare to show it. Not only inside, but even outside, they belonged to the ‘vulnerable group’. I only hope that the four ancestors will have spiritual thoughts and give priority to them.
"Everyone, don't waste time, quickly open the formation," Lu Chen smiled.
It seems very kind, but there is an indisputable word in the words.
Wang Shaoyou, the descendant of the Chess Palace, stood up and chanted the spell of the formation. After a while, rumbling, trembling, and shaking the mountains, an inexplicable and magnificent breath revived, and the milky white light soared to the sky, so flaming, making people unable to open their eyes. .
Immediately afterwards, everyone was bounced away by a huge force when the dazzling light burst out and covered their eyes with their hands. No one was exception, because this force could not resist at all, and everyone was bounced for several kilometers.
At this time, the sky seemed to rain like a dumpling.
Lu Chen was also miserable. Although he felt the dangerous breath for the first time, he couldn't avoid it at all and was instantly bounced off.