Chapter Five Hundred and Thirty-Fourth Wushen Late Stage?
"Wow, the three demon emperors are all here?"
Looking down, Chen Dasheng's face was full of surprise. He had heard of the name of the Eight Ghost Immortals for a long time. The old man with the yellow beard turned out to be one of the Eight Ghost Immortals. He also attracted the three demon emperors of the three major races of the demon clan.
Come together to escort him, Huang Jing Ancestor’s status in the demon clan must not be underestimated.
"You don't know the man in black either?" Chen Dasheng asked doubtfully after the drunkard boy stopped talking.
The alcoholic boy shook his head, "I don't know him. Even Ancestor Huang Jing, I just met him for the first time today. But if this person can hurt Ancestor Huang Jing, he probably has an extraordinary origin."
"Well?"
Chen Dasheng frowned, and his eyes fell on the man in black from a distance. Although he seemed to be standing there casually, the aura of the man in black was very intimidating. He would be frightened just by looking at it, let alone getting close.
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"His name is Tian Yao Gui, the master of the Lord of the Demon Realm, Qin Tian Demon Emperor!"
Just when Chen Dasheng was filled with curiosity, an old voice suddenly came from his ears. Chen Dasheng suddenly turned around and was startled. There was an old man standing next to him. He didn't know when he came to him.
When he spoke, he was only half a foot away from me.
He is not tall, but not short either. He is dressed in washed-out gray Taoist attire, carrying a painting bucket on his back, and wearing a pair of tattered cloth shoes. He has a childlike face and white hair, a long beard, and a look of disappointment on his face.
His smile was as bright as spring breeze, and he seemed to have the demeanor of a virtuous man.
At this time, the old man was also looking at the situation at the bottom of the mountain. Chen Dasheng was quite surprised. The old man was so close to him, but he didn't even notice it. His strength was definitely above his own.
The Hundred Thousand Mountains are truly hidden dragons and crouching tigers, Chen Dasheng couldn’t help but sigh in his heart!
"Senior, have you seen that man?" Chen Dasheng asked after smacking his lips. If the old man could name the man in black, he must know him.
Hearing Chen Dasheng's question, the old man slowly turned to look at Chen Dasheng and nodded gently. The smile on his face was still there, "I guess I've seen you before, little brother, what do you call me?"
"Uh!" Chen Dasheng was stunned for a moment, then said immediately, "I'm Chen Dasheng, the Demon King of Shaoqing Mountain."
"Monster King?" The old man looked a little surprised and looked at Chen Dasheng carefully, "Little brother, I think you don't belong to the demon clan, right?"
"this……"
Chen Dasheng paused. He was indeed not a demon. Even the Alcoholic Demon Boy and the others couldn't tell. This old man was able to tell the truth with just one word. Sure enough, he had some skills. Chen Dasheng had just come to Xiaoyao Realm not long ago. He didn't know if he was a demon.
He was very repulsive to human beings, so he thought about it for a while. Chen Dasheng didn’t answer, he laughed, and asked, “I wonder what you call me, senior?”
The old man stared at Chen Dasheng deeply, stroked his beard, and said with a smile, "My surname is Wu. If you don't mind, little brother, just call me Mr. Wu!"
"Mr. Wu?"
Chen Dasheng looked back at Hu Xian'er and Jiu Mo Tongzi, both of whom also had blank expressions on their faces. Apparently they had never seen this old man before.
"Huh? What are you doing?"
At this moment, Chen Dasheng felt a hand reaching his waist. He quickly turned around and saw that it was the old man named Wu, holding something in his hand and looking at it carefully. It was the Yaoxian hanging on his waist.
Token.
Chen Dasheng's brows suddenly knitted together. Taking his own things without asking was a bit excessive.
The old man stared at the token as if he was unaware. Just when Chen Dasheng was about to grab it, he raised his head and asked Chen Dasheng, "Where did you get this token?"
"What did you get? My master gave it to me. Return it to me quickly!" Chen Dasheng grabbed the token in his hand. He couldn't figure out whether the old man was good or evil. Chen Dasheng subconsciously started to lie again. This old man was obviously
He knows this token, and he will definitely have some scruples if he tells Yao Yun his name.
"Your master?" Sure enough, when the old man heard this, a trace of surprise flashed across his face. He looked Chen Dasheng up and down, but then smiled, "Since he is a disciple of Medicine Immortal, how could he live in Shiwan Mountain and still be a monster?
The king is here?"
"Well, you have nothing to do with this. I don't think you are a member of the demon clan. What are you doing here again?" Chen Dasheng looked around and looked at it while tying the waistband back on his waist.
This old man named Wu is dressed in Taoist attire, which is rare among the demon clan, and he has an elegant temperament unique to humans, which is completely inconsistent with the demon clan.
"Me? Haha, I came to see the fun!" The old man smiled lightly and looked down again.
…
More and more people were coming around, and slowly Chen Dasheng and others were also standing next to people, but they were monsters gathering from all directions, with all kinds and strange shapes. Chen Dasheng felt like he had fallen into a monster nest. Most of them were monsters.
There are many beings above Demon Saints whose realms even Chen Dasheng cannot see clearly.
The strength of the demon clan is so huge. The hundred thousand mountains actually hide such a huge power. Chen Dasheng couldn't help but be a little stunned. Are so many strong people gathered together to attack the demon ghost? Is the strength of this demon ghost so powerful?
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"Mr. Wu, how strong are the monsters today?" Chen Dasheng couldn't help but be curious and asked the mysterious old man next to him.
"Later stage of the God of War!"
"Later stage of Martial God? Oh my god!"
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The situation below was tense, but Chen Dasheng openly started gossiping with Mr. Wu.
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"Old Man Huang, I'm just lending you my life. There's no need to make the atmosphere so awkward, right?" A cold smile flashed across Tian Yao Gui's face. From the beginning to the end, his eyes never left the old man with the yellow beard.
"Humph, what a joke!" Huang Jing clutched her chest and snorted heavily, then laughed angrily, "If I ask you to lend me your life, will you give it to me?"
"Hahahaha..." Tianyaogui laughed, "You and I have known each other for many years. If my life is really useful to you, let alone one of my lives, what if I give you ten of them?"
"That's nice to say. I want your life now. Do you have the ability to take it out?" Huang Jing sneered.
Hearing this, the demon ghost grinned sinisterly and said, "I really want to give it to you, but unfortunately I am a ghost. This life was lost three thousand years ago, so there is nothing I can do about it."
"Hmph, Heavenly Demon Ghost, if you retreat now, today's events will be as if nothing happened. Otherwise, I will never let go of you today." He had expected that Heavenly Demon Ghost would say this, and Huang Jing's ancestor could only scold him in his heart.
Shameless.
"Don't you want to give up on me?" The Heavenly Demon Ghost chuckled, "In normal times, I might still be jealous of you, but today is your once-in-six-hundred-year-old exercise day, so you still can't let me control you? Don't.
You think I will be afraid of you because of your numbers and strength, but with all the crooked melons and cracked jujubes you have, you can only say two words, 'send to death'!"
"boom!"
After saying that, Tianyaogui directly slapped his palm towards a hill next to him. A huge palm print flew out of the air and suddenly bombarded the hill. With a roar, the hill tens of meters high instantly turned into nothing and entrenched itself.
Many demon masters on that hill couldn't even escape. Along with the hill, they ceased to exist in the blink of an eye.
Everyone was shocked, including Chen Dasheng, what kind of strength is this? This demon ghost is really terrifying. With a casual palm, there are probably hundreds of masters who died under this palm.
There are even some super monsters who have reached the realm of monsters and immortals.
"you!"
Seeing this scene, Ancestor Huang Jing was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. If his skill had not been greatly reduced and he was no match for the demon ghost, he might have already fought with the demon ghost.
All the demons were still immersed in the palm of the Sky Demon Ghost just now. Almost everyone, including Chen Dasheng and others, were secretly glad that they were not on that mountain just now, otherwise, their death would be unjust.
"Tian Yao Gui, do you know that what you did today will plunge your Demon Realm into a place of eternal disaster?" Ancestor Huang Jing stared at Tian Yao Gui, his eyes filled with infinite hatred.
The corner of Tian Yao Gui's mouth curled up slightly, "If I were afraid of your mere demon clan, I wouldn't have come here today. When I absorb the medicinal power of your thousand-year-old Huangjing and become a Martial Lord, even the other six old guys
I’m not afraid of people coming to my door.” (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature for better and faster novels!
