Chapter 873: The Messenger of the Temple of the Flood Dragon (1)
Jian Chen and Nubis swallowed the water spirit beads, changed their auras into the appearance of the sea clan, and then left the sacred space bubble together - book_)
Jian Chen and Nubis restrained their auras and rushed towards the Dar tribe cautiously.
At this moment, several vast and majestic auras came from behind, and Jade and Demon Lord Yunfeng were seen chasing up from behind, heading straight towards Jian Chen and the others.
Jian Chen and Nubis immediately became nervous. Facing the six powerful Saint Emperors, they had absolutely no ability to escape, especially since one of them had reached the sixth level of the Saint Emperor.
"Calm down, don't show off your skills." Jian Chen stopped and said to Nubis. If they escape at this time, it will definitely arouse the other party's suspicion.
Garde and Demon Lord Yunfeng quickly arrived in front of Jian Chen. They looked at Jian Chen and Nubis and saw that they were only in the realm of the Holy King, so they did not take them seriously.
"Seniors, what's the matter with you?" Jian Chen bowed his hands to several people and asked very politely.
"You two, have you seen a woman wearing blue clothes flying by?" Demon Lord Yunfeng looked at Jian Chen and the others with a arrogant expression, and asked in a condescending tone.
"I didn't see it," Jian Chen said seriously.
Gad's eyes flashed and he asked, "I remember you two. Aren't you two at Gass Auction House? Why are you here?"
The eyes of Demon Lord Yunfeng and others fell on Jian Chen and the two of them one after another, their eyes flashed with cold light, revealing a look of surprise and uncertainty.
The hearts of Jian Chen and Nubis sank slightly. They did not expect that the noble Gad would actually remember the two juniors who had only met each other once. If this matter was not explained clearly, it would inevitably make people suspicious.
At this critical moment, any small misunderstanding may lead to death.
"Senior, not long after the two of us left Gas City, we felt that many strong men were flying in the same direction. Driven by curiosity, the two of us followed to see the excitement, so we appeared here.
"Jian Chen made up a random reason, hoping to get over it.
"With their mere strength as the Holy King, how could they possibly be involved in this matter? Yunfeng, we'd better hurry up and find Qing Yixuan. We can't waste time here." An old man from the third level of the Holy King said with an arrogant expression.
, very disdainful of Jian Chen and the two of them.
"That's right. The top priority is to find Qingyixuan**pao! Shu*" Demon Lord Yunfeng nodded and flew towards the distance first.
The other four Holy Emperors who were fighting for the remaining map of the Eight Wastelands flew closely behind Demon Lord Yunfeng. Although they were not from the same group, they all had the same purpose and planned to gather everyone's strength to jointly deal with Qing Yixuan, because Qing Yi
Xuan is too powerful, and he also has two equally powerful helpers. If they meet alone, it will be difficult to deal with them.
After Demon Lord Yunfeng left, Gad didn't bother Jian Chen and the two of them, and flew in another direction.
Looking at the figures walking away, Jian Chen and Nubis finally relaxed with their hearts in their throats, and then without any hesitation, they immediately flew towards the direction of the Dar tribe.
When Jian Chen and the others returned to the Daer tribe, the news that the Eight Desolate Maps were taken away by Qing Yixuan, the eight powerful men of the human race, quickly spread throughout the entire area of the Jiao Temple, causing a lot of unrest.
After a small sensation, many strong men in the sea area and some top families who were greedy for the remaining maps of the Eight Desolations began to organize themselves and search for traces of Qing Yixuan throughout the sea area.
The Holy Emperor of the Hao Family returned to the territory under the jurisdiction of the Tianling Palace with his seriously injured body. He didn't have time to return to the family, so he immediately rushed to the center of the Tianling Palace.
In the very center of the Tianling Temple, there is a majestic and huge temple suspended in mid-air, emitting a huge pressure that fills the world.
The Holy Emperor of the Hao family entered the temple unimpeded, and then led by a guard to a magnificent meeting hall.
In the meeting hall, an old man wearing a black robe was sitting high up. The old man was short in stature, only one meter tall, but his eyes were bright, and there was a vast and majestic pressure coming from him.
It emanated from that short body and enveloped the entire hall.
This old man is one of the temple elders of Tianling Palace, and one of the highest-ranking people in Tianling Palace besides the palace master.
In front of the elders of the temple, the Holy Emperor of the Hao family immediately became respectful, not daring to be arrogant at all. He immediately raised his hands to the elders of the temple and said: "Haodak, see the respected elders of the temple."
The elder of the temple stared at the Holy Emperor of the Hao family calmly and said: "What do you want from me?"
"Dear elder of the temple, I have successfully bought the remaining map of the Eight Desolations, but I was snatched away by Qing Yixuan, one of the eight strong men of the human race, on the way. Qing Yixuan is a foreigner, but he interfered in the affairs of our sea clan.
It is too much, and Su must not be spared, and our Hao family does not have enough strength to deal with the eight powerful men of the human race. I hope that the respected elders of the temple can make the decision for my Hao family and take back the remaining maps of the Eight Wastelands that belong to my Hao family."
The Holy Emperor of the Hao family said angrily
In the world of the Sea Clan, the three major temples have the supreme status and are the supreme rulers of the sea area. At the same time, they have a strong sense of territory. If there is a fight between families within the territory, the three major temples will generally not intervene. However,
If there are foreigners making trouble in the sea area, the three major temples will never stand idly by.
The elder of the temple closed his eyes and meditated for a while, and said: "Haodake, five of the eight powerful men of the human race are already loyal to the three major temples, and Qing Yixuan is loyal to the Poseidon Temple. If our Tianling Temple takes action against Qingyi
Xuan, that will inevitably cause Poseidon Palace to stop it, or even cause a conflict. For this trivial matter, do you think we, Tianling Palace, are willing to risk such consequences to deal with Qing Yixuan?"
"What, Qing Yixuan is already loyal to the Poseidon Temple. Could it be that she was ordered by the Poseidon Temple to snatch the remaining map of the Eight Desolations?" the Holy Emperor of the Hao family said with a surprised look on his face.
The elder of the temple shook his head and said, "Don't pursue the matter of the Eight Desolate Fragments. Now all eight fragments have appeared, including three from the Poseidon Temple, three from the Jiao Temple, and two from our Tianling Temple.
I think we will start looking for traces of the Bahuang Temple soon."
"Each residual map can allow twenty people to enter. When we start to search for traces of the Eight Desolations Temple, I, the Tianling Palace, will personally come forward to discuss with the two families who control the Eight Desolate Maps and ask them to give up two of them.
Ten quotas allow some people who have reached the peak of fourteen-star strength and combat strength to participate, ensuring that they can enter the temple with the strongest lineup and obtain the greatest benefits."
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In the territory of Poseidon Temple, the pale-faced Qing Yixuan was sitting in an underground secret room. There was a bit of black energy on her face, and she was already poisoned.
The poison of the golden and silver snake is too strong. With her powerful strength, she can barely suppress the poison in her body, but cannot force it out.
Opposite Qing Yixuan, sat an extraordinary middle-aged man. The middle-aged man had a resolute face that had experienced wind, frost, snow and rain, and his body naturally exuded a sense of majesty developed from long-standing high positions.
"You were seriously injured. It seems that there are many strong people fighting for the Eight Wastelands Remnant Map, but it is all worth it. If you get that thing, your strength will be improved a lot, even if you encounter
Even the strong men who have reached the ninth level of the Holy Emperor have nothing to fear." The middle-aged man smiled, with unconcealable joy in his expression.
Qing Yixuan sat there with a pale face and said expressionlessly, "You must be disappointed, the remaining pictures of the Eight Desolations are not in my hands."
The middle-aged man was stunned, immediately sat up straight, and said in surprise: "What, the remaining map of the Eight Desolations is not in your hands?"
Qing Yixuan's bright eyes were instantly filled with a layer of murderous intent, and he gritted his teeth and said: "Originally, I had already taken away the remaining pictures of the Eight Desolations, but at the last moment, two juniors took advantage of my serious injury and attacked me unexpectedly.
, snatched away the remaining pictures of the Eight Desolations.”
"Junior? What strength are they?" The middle-aged man's eyes flashed, staring closely at Qing Yixuan.
"Not at the level of the Holy Emperor." Qing Yixuan's tone was extremely cold. A strong murderous intention and anger emanated from her uncontrollably, causing the temperature of the entire secret room to drop suddenly.
And in her mind, she couldn't help but picture the scene where the remaining pictures of the Eight Desolations in her arms were robbed, and her personal belongings were taken away. This made the anger and murderous intent in her heart overcome.
"Qing Yixuan, with your strength, you would be robbed by two juniors who are not at the level of the Holy Emperor. This...this..." The middle-aged man couldn't believe it.
Qingyi Xuanteng sat up immediately, stared at the middle-aged man with an imposing manner, and shouted: "That's what happened. Believe it or not, I have been deeply poisoned. I want to go back to the temple to detoxify immediately, so I won't accompany you."
"Qing Yixuan turned around and left in a hurry.
"Qing Yixuan, according to our agreement, if you haven't completed the task, I can't give you that thing," the middle-aged man said expressionlessly.
Qing Yixuan paused for a moment and then disappeared into the secret room. He thought to himself: "After I recover from my injuries, I will go and take back the remaining map of the Eight Desolations. I will never let go of those two boys. I will definitely pursue them."
I will kill you to the ends of the earth, and I, Qing Yixuan, will never give up until I kill you."
After Qing Yixuan left, he spoke openly: "I don't have the remaining map of the Eight Desolations, it was snatched away by two juniors from the human race and a junior from the beast race who are at the level of the Holy King."
As soon as her words spread, it caused an uproar. Qing Yixuan, one of the eight powerful people of the human race who is famous in the sea area, was actually robbed by two juniors in the realm of the Holy King. This made many people feel unbelievable.
Even so, those who were looking for the remaining map of the Eight Desolations still had one thought in mind. In addition to Qing Yixuan, the targets they were looking for were also strong men in the realm of the Holy Kings from the human race and the orc race. They barely met a human race and a human being.
The powerful Holy King of the Beast Clan, no matter who he is, will stop and question him, causing people from the Human Race and the Beast Clan to complain, but there is nothing they can do.
Meng Hang Tribe, located on the tall tower that the tribe finally saw, the old patriarch, two guardian elders, and the current tribe leader are gathering together, all with solemn expressions (to be continued)