Chapter 2900 There is still a day to be a grandson?
"Still...three breaths left." Centihuang raised a few fingers with an impatient look on his face.
The word "Collect" also flashes.
There is a feeling that I will run away at any moment.
"Demon leader, what should we do now?" A foreigner from the [η] tribe asked with a mournful face, looking at the demon oyster tremblingly.
Compared with others, it does not want to participate in the conspiracy of these big shots. However, if it is alone and is too independent, it will die without a burial place...
Now we can only hope that Demon Oyster can reject the other party.
After all, its requirements are not high, as long as they can stay and practice here at [Mountain Gate], as for whether those [Ancient Tribes of the Wilderness] can break through to the Transcendent Ninth Grade, what does it have to do with it?
Although their [η] tribe is also a foreign race, they have never faced off against the [Ancient Ancient Clan], and they have never heard of how domineering these [Ancient Ancient Clan] are.
On the contrary, [immortals] and [devils...] have a not very good reputation outside the world.
It firmly believes that as long as it does not provoke those [ancient tribes], the other party will not do anything to it.
However, this Centihuang came to the door...
Several other people also looked at the magic oyster.
Even Xian Qiong was waiting quietly.
At the [Mountain Gate], there was silence.
"Only... how many years has it been?" Mo Oyster took a deep breath and looked at the [Yunding Tiangong] not far away, with a fierce look in his eyes.
Even though they are afraid of death when they live to their age, they are definitely not weaklings. Otherwise, just being young in the clan can make them restless.
It gritted its teeth, looked at the buzzing of the crowd, and said: "Anyway, you only have a few years to live, so let's take a gamble. If we win, we can also go to the world beyond the ninth level and appreciate the elegance."
"By the way, we can also drive out those damn [Mao] tribe. If we lose, it doesn't matter. We will just die a few years earlier."
"Haha, I didn't expect that you, the [Demon] clan, would have a little bit of blood." Centihuang nodded with satisfaction.
"Same for us."
"Then let's fight..."
With Oyster taking the lead.
The rest of the foreign races also joined in, and even the old man of the [η] tribe hurriedly spoke, for fear that if he were slower, others would find out the clues.
See them agree.
Agreeing to move the [Tibetan Spirit Tombstone], Centihuang said "Hmm..." "Then come with me."
After saying that, the word "Collect" above his head erupted into bright golden light again, enveloping several people present.
At this moment, the breaths of several people seemed to be covered, and with them, they arrived halfway up the mountain in just a few steps.
The closer you get to [Yunding Tiangong], the stronger the rules here are.
If he was alone, Centipede could barely resist, but now, suddenly there are several alien races, and they are all people who the old man himself said not to approach the [Yunding Heavenly Palace] for ten thousand years. It can be imagined that Centipede
How much pressure does Huang have to bear?
Before everyone could calm down, suddenly, an invisible force of rules struck the word [Leng] with a "Boom!", and around it was Centihuang, who had a super-ninth-grade cultivation level, and almost fell out.
, with a sudden change in its expression, it forcefully poured in 10% of its soul energy, and was able to barely hold on to the word "Collect" and prevent it from collapsing on the spot.
This is what it uses to cover up the rules. If it were gone, he might be able to quickly escape into the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone], but these aliens with only ninth-level cultivation will most likely die on the spot.
In the past, it would not have cared about the life or death of these ants at all, but it is different now. These ants are all shouldering the hope of being able to lead them out of the [Psychic Society], so naturally they cannot let anything happen to them.
Seeing that there are still more than ten steps away from the [Tombstone], its [Collection] character has reached its limit. In desperation, I can only pour the soul energy into it again. The whole person's aura also instantly fell from the late stage of the Super Ninth Grade.
Itβs mid-term.
Dark soul blood flowed from his eyes, ears, mouth, and nose. After cursing secretly, "Fuck... the rules of the mud horse," he quickly led these people and sped up his movements.
And the people who were sheltered by it under the word "Lian" have long been frightened to the point of loss of consciousness, and their eyes are dull...
There was even a hint of regret that I shouldn't have gotten involved.
This is not what the old man did.
Just the rules of the [Psychic Society] are already so terrifying. Unfortunately, there is no use regretting it now.
Once they lose the protection of Centihuang, they probably won't be able to survive for even a moment, and they will die, just like a group of foreigners.
When they were all trembling with fear and fear of not being able to reach the [Hidden Soul Tombstone], Centihuang gritted his teeth and used his last bit of strength to bring them to the monument.
He reached out and grabbed it, tore a door open directly on the [Tombstone], and led everyone in.
Returning to the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone], the power of rules above the head dissipated.
Regardless of how many people were watching around him, Centihuang slumped to the ground and gasped for air. He didn't even have the strength to wipe away the soul blood.
After this, it lost almost 30% of its soul energy, and its eyes gradually became dull.
It's just that compared to other heroic spirits, it has a stronger foundation and will not become a fool.
After breathing smoothly, he quickly took out a piece of dead branch that he couldn't name, put it in his mouth and started chewing it.
Things that can be treasured by the Super Ninth Grade are naturally not simple.
Under the greedy and envious gazes of all the heroic spirits, its soul energy was actually recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye, including Long Wenzhang, who was a little envious and said: "Brother Centipede is not simple, I can't think of your hand."
Above, there are also treasures like the [Soul-nurturing Branch]."
Centihuang let out a "Huh...", his body aching, and said: "In order for everyone to leave the [Psychic Society], I even took out the things from the bottom of the box."
"Don't worry, it's a great achievement." Long Wenzhang nodded, but he was sneering in his heart, making you question yourself. Now you know the consequences.
Of course, on the surface, there was a look of approval. Seeing that Centipede was fine after chewing the [Soul-nurturing Branch] raw, it turned its head to look at Xian Qiong, Demon Oyster and others, and said lightly:
: "Brother Centi has already told you what the specific matter is."
Demon Oyster nodded, a little unnaturally, and said: "Seniors, do you want to move the [Hidden Spirit Tombstone]?"
Long Wenzhang said "Yeah!" "Don't be nervous. As long as you plan properly, there is actually no danger. The real risks are borne by us."
"In calling you here this time, there are actually a few things that need to be made clear first. After all, the president once said that if you stop talking first, there will be no chaos later..." Long Wenzhang said with a smile.
He looks harmless to humans and animals.
But Xian Qiong, Demon Oyster and others dare not be careless. For people who have reached this level, if they say they have a nice smile, there is no problem, but if they say they have no heart at all, even a fool will not believe it.
On the heroic spirit side, the powerful Long Wenzhang has become the leader.
Among the several alien races, there was the Demon Oyster.
After all, except for it, no one can control the madness of Xian Qiong.
After listening to Long Wenzhang's words, everyone remained silent and just looked at the magic oyster silently, although they didn't know what the "thing..." that the heroic spirit said was.
Now that they are all here at [Hidden Spirit Tombstone], if you dare to go back on your word, I am afraid you will have to bear the wrath of these heroic spirits.
The magic oyster smiled bitterly in his heart. Who would have thought that they, who have been running rampant in the outer world for tens of millions of years, would one day become grandsons?
Seeing Long Wenzhang looking at him, it could only bite the bullet and said: "Senior, please tell me."