"Thank you very much, Benefactor Meng, for helping me this time. The poor monk is very grateful!"
Xuyan clasped his hands together with a very respectful attitude. If it weren't for the other party, he would never have survived this time, but it was good, at least he was holding on to his own life.
"It doesn't matter, we are all our own people. There may be some disputes internally, but naturally we still need to stand on the same front when facing foreign enemies, don't you think so!"
Meng Xiaobao's words were quite recognized by the people present. There is nothing wrong with what he said. After all, it is the truth. Although there is a lot of disharmony within the Xia clan, if it is really to the outside world, it is the fastest way to unite.
of.
"Amitabha, what the donor said makes sense. Since the matter here has been resolved, the poor monk will no longer stay in this place. The poor monk took the first step."
Xuyan bowed slightly and left immediately.
As Xu Yan left, the young man who got it at the beginning also hurriedly stepped forward to thank him: "Thank you, senior, for saving your life. I have nothing to repay. I got this treasure by chance, so I gave it to my senior."
Looking at the medicinal materials in the opponent's hand, Meng Xiaobao shook his head slightly: "No, it's just a matter of drawing out a sword to help when the road is rough. What's more, this thing is of little use to me. You should leave quickly. It will be uneven here soon. I still suggest
You should leave as soon as possible!"
The young man didn’t understand, but he didn’t say too much. You have to listen to the boss, otherwise you don’t know what will happen!”
"I still have to thank my seniors. This junior is a disciple of the Kongtong Sect. I will definitely repay you if I have the opportunity in the future."
As the two left, Meng Xiaobao breathed a sigh of relief.
"I didn't expect that as soon as I arrived in the cultivation world, someone would come to target me. People from the Dark Council have come out. Why don't you from the Light Council come out?"
Meng Xiaobao smiled slightly, and the bull beside him punched out and tore apart the world.
Then a ray of holy light appeared and blocked the punch.
"Friend, you are too harsh! You still want to test my strength!"
A figure slowly appeared, dressed in white robes, with a red crown on his head, a red cloak behind him, and a golden Zen staff in his hand! At this time, the Zen staff and the crown above his head
Continuously bursting out with powerful light, blocking Wu Gan's offensive.
"Testing you?
I'm not in such a good mood, but I allow you to introduce yourself before I kill you. Otherwise, if I kill an important member of the Light Council and don't know who it is, how will I publicize my great achievements in the future?"
"He..." Song Shan swallowed a sip of saliva, "If I guess correctly, he is the strongest person in the Holy See of Light now, and he is also the holy son of the Holy See of Light in this generation. Hua Ye, I don't know his realm, but it is said that he can
Kill the God!"
"Slay God?"
Meng Xiaobao was a little confused. What kind of strength is this? Why does it feel so strong?
"Yes, of course, this god refers to the strength achieved after ascension in the West, which is similar to the human immortality achieved by people in the Mahayana stage of our Eastern cultivation world after ascension. In other words, the opponent's strength is at least human immortal.
It’s even at the level of an Earth Immortal!”
"Coupled with the crown of thorns, an inherited sacred artifact on his head and the scepter of God in his hand, he can even rival the gods!"
Song Shan's heart was shattered. What happened to provoke such a powerful person? Can his group of people be saved now?
When Meng Xiaobao heard the news, he couldn't figure it out.
"Are you saying that the other party can be compared to the immortals?
Are you kidding me, if he is so powerful, how can he be the opponent of the Eastern Cultivation Realm? Wouldn’t he have been taken down by the other party long ago?”
Hearing this, Song Shan quickly shook his head: "That's not entirely true. Although the opponent has the bonus of a sacred weapon, the Eastern cultivator has twelfth-level Sanxian and Sanmo demons. It is precisely with such powerful Sanxian cultivators that they can fight against it."
The west."
"All right!"
Meng Xiaobao doesn't have much time to ask questions now, but now that the other party has come to his door, if he doesn't keep him, it will be difficult to find the next opportunity.
"How's it going? Are you scared now?"
Hua Ye had a faint smile on his face.
In the world of cultivation, no matter who Hua Ye faces, he will definitely be good. After all, he is too powerful. In this way, this character can be said to be one of the top figures in the world of cultivation.
"Afraid?
What are you afraid of? I'm afraid that you will be like the people of the Dark Council just now, broken and ashes!"
Meng Xiaobao looked at Hua Ye in front of him and was constantly thinking about how he could completely defeat him.
"oh?
Yeah?
But it’s okay, before I kill you again, I have to thank you first. After all, it was you who took action against the four lackeys of the Dark Holy See just now, so I have to thank you for this."
The Son of God looks like a very gentleman, without any arrogance or anything else, but the arrogance in these words makes people a little irritated.
"Thanks?
That’s no need, just keep your head!”
The bull is moving.
Following Meng Xiaobao's order, Manniu's body suddenly grew several times larger, and its huge fist directly attacked Duihuaye without leaving any room.
Even Hua Ye could only passively defend against the violent storm-like attack.
"What a hard turtle shell. What is the origin of the crown on his head? It feels much stronger than my weapons."
Looking at the situation at this time, Long Yang was a little confused. His gun was a middle-grade immortal weapon! Although it was a weapon, it would not be able to have such a strong defensive power if it were replaced by a middle-grade defensive immortal weapon.
"The crown of thorns is said to have been used by God. It is said that the red color is soaked in God's blood. Of course, we have no way of finding out what happened. We only know that this crown is very hard."
Song Shan sighed.
"Yes, you are very powerful. If my crown of thorns were not strong enough, I would have died."
As Hua Ye spoke, he raised his hands upward, as if he wanted to welcome something.
"This is... wrong, uncle, please let this senior come together to stop him. This is the magic of inviting gods. It was precisely because of this magic that we were suppressed by the West. The other party can invite angels from the upper world to possess them.
Fight."
Song Shan spoke quickly.
Although Song Shan is only a monk in the Nascent Soul stage, the war back then has not been over for too long, so he still knows about such things.
Hearing this, Meng Xiaobao signaled Jin Peng to take action together, after all, this thing couldn't overturn.