Chapter 775: The monks in the wild are suspicious

With a thunderbolt, the Three Peaks National Array was torn into a colorful gap.
The two figures were in the gap, slowly descending under countless pairs of eyes.
At this time, the Three Peaks Kingdom was full of turmoil, and the grass and trees were all soldiers. The adults who went to beg for peace shouted for a long time, but the other party did not answer at all. When they came back here, the Great Array was torn apart without warning...
Among the two people who fell, there was one person whose breath and figure were familiar to the monks and masters of the spirit race of the Three Peaks. After all, the magic lines on Chu Qi Ruowu's face are definitely comparable to those of Heng'e. Beautiful woman.
What's more, before Chu Qi, it caused tremendous pressure and panic on the Three Peaks, and it was difficult for them to admit their mistakes.
A few months ago by their painstaking calculations, the three country masters led hundreds of masters to shoot at the same time, fighting for half a day and paying a heavy price, and then the powerful woman who wounded her came back unscathed?
It doesn't matter if I come back, who is this prehistoric monk flying in front of this woman?
Why, looking at the appearance of the two of them, the woman who is already at the top of the saint, is full of respect for that man...
At that moment, all the masters in the Three Peaks country slammed their hearts.
In the corner of the big city below, an ugly old man narrowed his eyes slightly and murmured, "Yang Jian? He actually showed up?"
"Sir, what should I do?" behind the old man, a shadow whispered.
The old man said calmly: "Just watch the changes. If they want to incorporate these spirit races of the Three Peaks Kingdom, they will definitely not kill them. Let them know, don't reveal the slightest whereabouts, if anyone is exposed, it will be the soul ."
"Yes." The shadow twisted slightly and disappeared suddenly.
Yang Jian above the big city seemed to feel something. Looking towards this street, the old man looked up at the sky, his eyes full of vicissitudes, but he did not arouse Yang Jian's vigilance.
Streams of light soared into the sky, thousands of streams of light protected the big city, and more figures from all over the Three Peaks Kingdom rushed here.
Soon, Yang Jian and Chu Qi were besieged by thousands of spiritual masters above the Luo Jing.
It's a pity that these things that appeared at this time were just ‘cannon fodder’, none of the guys who could really hurt Chu Qi had yet to show up.
Chu Qi whispered: "Master, I'll take the shot."
"No," Yang Jian looked forward with his left hand, and the golden light on his left arm was shining, and the golden lines covered every part of Yang Jian's palm.
Undefeated golden body, manipulate the universe!
Yang Jian's palm was only lightly grasped, as if grasping an invisible bead, but in the next moment, with Yang Jian as the center, layers of folds suddenly appeared in the universe of heaven and earth in a radius of ten miles!
Qiankun was like a crumpled ball, sinking towards Yang Jian.
And the group of spirit clan Daluo within ten miles, all smashed down like dumplings, each one was seriously injured and vomited blood by the sudden change of the universe, but no one fell directly.
Yang Jian opened his left hand and swiped it lightly, and the Ten Mile Universe was restored to the same level as before, as if nothing had happened.
"In the Three Peaks, please come out as the Lord of the Black Spirit Kingdom," Yang Jian's voice spread everywhere, "If you wait for Chu Qi to point you out, you will only die."
Chu Qi frowned slightly when he heard the words, and said, "Master, you don't have to surrender all the masters of this place for Chu Qi's violation of the responsibility of the Black Spirit Kingdom."
Yang Jian glanced at her and said with a smile: "I came to stand up for you, so how come you are withered? Don't be afraid of anything. Today, it can be considered as a shock to other spiritual nations in the Chaos Sea."
Chu Qi said again: "Then, the master is fighting for me."
"Alright," Yang Jian nodded slowly, knowing that Chu Qi was actually worried about his reputation and didn't want Yang Jian to bear the notoriety of killing him.
Otherwise, according to Chu Qi's temper, he was so miserable last time, it would be really strange if he didn't slaughter the masters here this time.
"Chu Qi, do it."
Yang Jian said softly, Chu Qi had already grasped two short blades that exuded cold light, and his figure flew directly to the big city below.
"Wait! Wait a minute!"
A loud shout came from below, but it was an old man with white hair and white beard rising into the sky; from his appearance and breath, it can be concluded that he is from a primitive human race, and very few people in the spirit race call out such a round word. Hundreds of words.
The old man flew into the air and said to Yang Jian and Chu Qi, saying: "The two Taoist friends have been offended before, and I hope that the Taoist friend Haihan. The three masters of the Three Peaks Kingdom prepared a banquet for this one. Dao friends apologized and invited them to come inside."
"We won't be fooled by such a trick twice," Yang Jian swept across his consciousness and suddenly punched the old man.
This punch, seeming to be unremarkable, but also seems to be mixed with power that can destroy the world.
This old man is also a quasi-sage cultivation base. He has been stationed in Sanfeng Kingdom for many years, and he has acquired many treasures for his own practice. He is also considered the top five in Sanfeng.
But when facing Yang Jian's punch, he felt a strong sense of powerlessness in his heart, and even kneeled to death when his legs became weak...
A punch was smashed, but the fist strength slid past the old man, and blasted towards the bottom, a large hall was blasted to pieces, and the lights of various colors collapsed in a blink of an eye!
A group of figures inside resisted together, and the punches blasted away from the hall and spread out, like a big mountain pressing down, spitting out most of the hundreds of figures in the hall.
With a punch, all three peaks were injured.
"Big, Dadaosheng..."
The old man in the sky murmured, looking at Yang Jian with trepidation.
Yang Jian didn't answer, his eyes swept toward the ground; at this time, in the hall that he had broken open, the dozen or so people who were still standing at this moment should be the culprit who hurt Chu Qi.
Among the dozen or so people, the highest cultivation level should be three weird-looking spirit clan stubborn men, all with octopus-like heads, and their limbs look like long legs.
It should be that three masters appeared in the same clan, and gradually developed and grown, annexed the surrounding tribes, and established this three-peak country.
What Yang Jian had to care about was the number of prehistoric monks here; among the hundreds of people in the hall, half of them were prehistoric monks, which made Yang Jian feel a little... weird.
Generally speaking, even if it is close to the Primordial Chaos Spirit Country, the ratio of the spiritual masters and the Primordial monks within the same realm can only barely reach ten to one.
Monks enter the Chaos Sea, mostly to find their own chances, or to avoid floods and disasters, and they rarely stop in a spiritual country and stop walking.
There are so many prehistoric monks in the Three Peaks Kingdom...
I'm afraid not, these ‘primordial monks’ are not from the prehistoric?
Thinking of this, the corners of Yang Jian's mouth twitched slightly.
This Three Peaks Nation, he might have come right.
Just try it and you will know.
"Let the three of you come up."
Yang Jian opened his mouth and said, the group of masters below also knew that they could not escape today anyway, and at the same time they lifted into the air, secretly forming a big formation, preparing to fight to the death.
"You hurt Chu Qi?"
"Your Excellency!" The great power of the Three Peaks country shouted in a strange tone, "This matter must be a misunderstanding."
Yang Jian turned his head and asked Chu Qi, "Who caused the fatal injury?"
Chu Qi pointed out more than a dozen figures, and then said, "Let me go."
"Go." Yang Jian nodded and agreed.
Chu Qi's figure flew by Yang Jian and directly rushed down; the more than one hundred masters below immediately challenged, urging various positions, and eighty-one people formed a big formation.
But the big formation hadn't worked yet. Suddenly, more than a dozen dazzling gun shadows burst out from behind Chu Qi, slamming on the big formation with one step.
These spirit races, who had been injured by Yang Jian's previous punch, trembled together with the primordial monks, the great formation was unsustainable, and was smashed by those gun shadows...
Chu Qi flashed into the broken battle, and rushed straight to the three kingdom masters.
These three spirit clan masters are not the ones who can capture their hands. They each took out their weapons and urged their natal supernatural powers, transforming into huge tentacles in the sky and smashing at Chu Qi. The three of them cooperated in a battle formation, which was quite extraordinary.
The three kingdoms who were already at the same level as Chu Qi's Xiu base, and then coordinated with the battle formation, immediately suppressed Chu Qi.
Yang Jian was not in a hurry, Chu Qi was not in a hard fight at this time, and it was good for her to vent her boredom.
His spiritual consciousness shrouded all parts of the Three Peaks Kingdom, searching for clues here, and secretly observing the expressions of those ‘primordial monks’.
They seem...too calm...
Yang Jian understands a truth-no matter how ridiculous the result he speculates, as long as there is no other explanation ~EbookFREE.me~ or cannot overthrow his hypothesis, he can only believe in the rationality of the result.
Everywhere in the Three Peaks Nation, Yang Jian felt uncomfortable.
Could it be that this is really a ‘stronghold’ for those powerful enemies?
Chu Qi was gradually suppressed by the three octopus-headed kings. Without a master of his own, Chu Qi faced so many powerhouses, but it was actually a bit embarrassing for her.
"come back."
Yang Jian whispered. Although Chu Qi was a little unwilling, he just pursed his lips and didn't say much.
The figure pulled away directly, even if Chu Qi couldn't fight the three masters of the Three Peaks Nation, no one could stop Chu Qi from retreating.
Yang Jian raised his right hand to his side, and gently squeezed his five fingers. The snow-white spear slowly appeared. An extremely powerful and unsettling sharpness pressed against the entire city.
"Follow those prehistoric monks."
Yang Jian left such a sentence next to Chu Qi's ear, and his figure staggered past, Yang Jian fell straight down, his spear shining with cold light!
The three kingdoms rushed straight to meet Yang Jian, and the tentacles that were thousands of feet long slammed past them. The three figures were surrounded by blood and they used all their skills!
It's a pity that these three masters are far behind the golden envoy of the five elements, Ge Li...
The cold light flickered, and there were only traces left by the three-pointed two-bladed gun in the sky, and the tentacles were cut off layer by layer!
Almost before the first afterimage had dissipated, Yang Jian had rushed to the three masters without any hindrance. The spears fell, and three heads full of tentacles fluttered up, but their spiritual cores were not destroyed. Yang Jian shattered...
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