"Mr. Mo, look at those two monks, don't they look a little strange?"
Shan Jiuxuan seemed to have no interest in the immortal magic performance on the stage. Looking around, he was suddenly attracted by the two monks on the left side of the stage.
These two monks looked very ordinary. They were both wearing dark red robes, with their hands curled up in their sleeves. They looked cold and profound, and their faces had a sickly red color.
Of course, this is the state in which ordinary people see them. Although Shan Jiuxuan only has a ray of soul left now, it is precisely because of this that her senses are more acute.
She could see that the blood and evil energy lingering on the two monks, and the faint sound of thunder could be heard coming from them, which was definitely not a good thing.
"Don't worry about those who practice evil."
Mo Hai glanced at them casually and said casually. Although Mo Hai only glanced at them casually, he could see the details of the two monks at a glance.
Shan Jiuxuan nodded and didn't ask further questions. She didn't care about other things now.
"Mr. Mo, let's go see the emperor of Nanzhao Kingdom."
Shan Jiuxuan said that she really had no interest in the Immortal Law Conference on stage.
"No rush, let's take a look at the excitement first."
Mo Hai smiled. Naturally, Mo Hai was not in a hurry. As for Shan Jiuxuan, she was probably anxious because she wanted to find her husband and daughter quickly, but she couldn't be in a hurry.
Sometimes, the greater the hope, the greater the disappointment. Shan Jiuxuan still needs to stabilize her mentality, especially for a "person" like her who only has a ray of soul left.
Shan Jiuxuan's expression changed slightly, but in the end she controlled her temper.
After a few minutes, the two red-robed monks looked at each other with deep contempt for the monks on the ring.
One of the red-robed monks jumped onto the ring with an impatient look on his face.
At this moment in the ring, a middle-aged monk who had just won three games in a row was feeling very proud. When he saw the red-robed monk rashly jumping onto the ring and looking at him with contempt, he suddenly felt unhappy.
"Whoever comes, please tell me your name."
The middle-aged monk said proudly.
"You don't deserve to know my name yet."
The red-robed monk said calmly.
"Hmph, I'm not ashamed of my words. I want you to see the power of my fire and poison technique."
The middle-aged monk was furious.
The red-robed monk did not speak, his mouth slightly curved, and he smiled sinisterly. Just when the middle-aged monk opposite was making a gesture and was about to take action, a dark red chain suddenly appeared from the red-robed monk's body, and the chain directly tied the middle-aged monk.
After being entangled, within a few seconds, the middle-aged cultivator who looked proud just now turned directly into a mummy.
Seeing this scene, the audience in the audience became uneasy and stepped back in fright.
There are thousands of immortal spells, but the one cast by this red-robed monk is obviously too sinister.
After getting rid of the middle-aged monk, the dark red chain of the red-robed monk penetrated into the sleeve of the red-robed monk again like a spiritual snake.
The originally noisy square was now so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
The other monks were stunned with fright. This red-robed monk's magical power was too weird. He could kill a person in just an instant. They were no match at all.
In the tall building, Yang Yingtian was so shocked that he stood up.
Although this red-robed monk is ruthless and has supernatural powers, to Yang Yingtian, whether he is evil or not is not important at all. What he needs is strength. As long as the opponent has strong strength, even if the opponent is a murderous demon,
He is also willing to cooperate.
"Your Majesty, this is one of the two masters I told you just now."
The official said quickly.
"very good."
Yang Yingtian nodded with satisfaction.
"It's just that Your Majesty, whether their strength has reached the Golden Core Realm, I'm afraid it can't be measured in the arena. Compared to these two experts, the others are too weak."
The official said again cautiously.
"Even if it's not the Golden Core realm, it's probably about the same. If these two experts help us, it will be even more powerful for us in Nanzhao."
Yang Yingtian couldn't help but clench his fists, he knew very well who was the most intimidating person on the battlefield.
He is a very talkative person, and his killing methods are extremely horrific.
It is obvious that these two red-robed monks are very suitable.
"Your Majesty, although these two people are powerful, I don't think they came from the right way, and I don't know their purpose of participating in the Immortal Magic Conference this time. I'm afraid they have ulterior motives, so we still have to be careful."
The Queen couldn't help but remind her.
Yang Yingtian is very arrogant and even stubborn at times. The ministers are in awe of him. The ministers are too afraid of the emperor, which only results in alienation. In fact, gaps have appeared between the emperor and ministers of Nanzhao Kingdom, but
Fortunately, he could still listen to what the Queen said.
"What the Queen said is absolutely true, but I have my own sense of discretion. As long as they can help me complete my great cause, I can satisfy whatever they want."
Yang Yingtian's expression was full of enthusiasm.
For Yang Yingtian, in order to achieve the goal, he can do whatever it takes. There is always no morality in wars between empires.
There is only strength and weakness, and it is the iron rule that the winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. Once you fail, you will be a prisoner, or a handful of loess.
On the ring, the red-robed monk stood calmly, his face still grim and cold.
"You guys, with your little skills, dare to claim immortality. It's ridiculous."
The red-robed monk's lips didn't move, but the voice came out of his mouth in a dull and arrogant tone.
Many monks who participated in the conference looked at each other. Although they were angry, facing such a powerful and vicious person like the red-robed monk, they could only express their dissatisfaction in their hearts.
Of course, there are also bold ones.
"Your Excellency, your methods are so miraculous, can you tell me the origin?"
An old man in the Body Tempering Realm, relying on his high moral character and respect, couldn't help but ask, but his tone was very complimentary.
"Do you think you deserve to know my origin?"
The red-robed monk sneered, and with a look, the old man in the Body Tempering Realm bowed his head.
This old man is also pitiful. He only reached the Body Tempering Realm at a young age. Such a talent is really helpless. In the mortal world, the Body Tempering Realm can still show off, but in the immortal world, the Body Tempering Realm is just like an ant.
existence, so he was treated rudely by the red-robed monks. The old man in the Body Tempering Realm could only twitch the corners of his mouth, and then shut up obediently.
Obviously, no one dares to enter the ring again.
When the red-robed monk was feeling proud, suddenly, a breeze blew across the arena, and at some point, a figure appeared in front of him.
The red-robed monk was startled by this unexpected scene, jumped aside quickly, and looked at the visitor intently.
Seeing a young man who looked harmless, the red-robed monk's face turned gloomy again.
He still didn't take him seriously as a mere young man.
"Are you here to die?"
The red-robed monk snorted coldly.
"I'm just a little curious about the magic weapon you just used. I wonder if you can show it to me?"