Dongfang Che's expression was very ugly. Although he was a little surprised that the great elder of the Lanling Dynasty was killed, this time was also a good opportunity to show off his strength.
There are not many opportunities to get together with other organizations and forces in Lanling Continent. The best time is to show your strength. This can be regarded as good news among misfortunes.
It would be even more perfect if other people could be used to completely wipe out the Ji family.
However, he never expected that this son of Molong would act so irrationally and suddenly appear here, and he would be even more powerful than he had been in hundreds of years. Wasn't this a deliberate attempt to cause trouble for him?
Now, his plans have been disrupted, and the strong men in the entire dense forest have begun to discuss and make noise uncontrollably.
Only a "boom" sound was heard, and suddenly a dark brilliance fell from the sky and landed straight in the center of the crowd. It was as powerful as a rainbow and could not be looked at.
Suddenly, everyone took a step back, fearing that they would be affected by the powerful force.
However, even if everyone's reaction is not slow, there are still some people who are unlucky enough to be unable to dodge, and are directly injured by the dark and ink-like spiritual power, and they are more or less injured.
"Son of Moron, what do you think you are?"
When Dongfang Che saw this, he immediately scolded him fiercely. That kind of dark spiritual attack, coupled with the faint and irresistible sense of oppression, except for the son of Molong, who else here could do it?
"They are just a bunch of losers. They are shouting so hard. Don't you think it's noisy?"
The son of Molong looked very disdainful and calm, as if he was not the one who just hurt someone. In his opinion, it was just a matter of raising his sleeves, which was not a big deal at all and not worth paying attention to.
"Son of Molong, don't be too arrogant. This is not your Molong tribe, and this is not a place where you can do whatever you want!"
There are always some people who are not afraid of death among the crowd. Seeing the son of Moron with such an attitude and looking down on others, some people's faces suddenly became extremely ugly.
You must know that those who are qualified to stand in this dense forest are definitely among the top strong men in Lanling Continent. They are naturally arrogant and cannot be insulted by others.
Suddenly, there was a "bang" sound.
The fate of those who expressed dissatisfaction was that before they could even finish their words, they would be knocked out with a bursting sound.
I saw that the man's body directly hit an extremely huge tree, and then slid to the ground like a broken doll. There was an obvious sunken hole in his chest, and he was obviously in danger.
"Son of Molong, you..."
This scene immediately made everyone present greatly stimulated. However, when they saw that the Son of Moron seemed to be planning to continue attacking, the dark spiritual power that appeared on the palms of his hands immediately made those present want to talk.
The words suddenly stopped in his throat.
People here are not fools. If they continue to act on their own initiative, they will probably go to Huangquan Road to report like my friend just now.
Dongfang Che's face turned completely dark immediately. After so much painstaking effort in gathering all the forces, he actually made wedding clothes for others. Did it show the strength of the Morong clan?
Forget it, there is something even more depressing!
Faced with such a situation, he actually stood aside and could do nothing but remain silent.
After all, strength is the qualification to speak. He cannot defeat the son of Mo Long. This is an indisputable fact.
"That's good. I'm not here to cause trouble! Next, let me and I deal with the remnants of the Ji family. Once we succeed, I guarantee that you will benefit from it."
The son of Mo Long spoke with a bit of a sneer, his voice full of indifference and sarcasm, mixed with an icy and slightly murderous aura. The silent aura gradually enveloped him. No one knew that this kind of
Who will be the unlucky person to bear the sudden surge of murderous intent?
Therefore, no one spoke.
"Hmph, son of Mo Long, have you been living in seclusion for too long and your brain is broken? Are you so arrogant that you can destroy the Ji family just by relying on a few people? Are you still daydreaming?
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After Dongfang Che heard this, he snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "The goddess of the Ji clan easily killed the fifth-stage elder of the Ling Emperor of our Lanling Dynasty with just one person.
Not to mention that there is a high priest behind him who has lived for a thousand years. He must be more powerful than the goddess who just reincarnated not long ago, right?"
"Two powerful men who have surpassed the fifth stage of the Spiritual Emperor. Do you think that just a few of us can commit suicide?"
These few words immediately changed the faces of everyone present.
At this time, they were shocked to realize that they were really too naive. How could the ethnic group that looked down upon the world a thousand years ago be so easy to deal with?
Even after a thousand years, this kind of background is still terrifying and terrifying. It is really scary that a strong man is still so strong.
The strength of the Spirit Emperor in the fifth stage is probably at the level of Mo Long's Son, right?
Coupled with a high priest who doesn't know the details, they really don't have much chance of winning. They are simply going to die!
You must know that strong men who have surpassed the realm of the Spiritual Emperor are definitely not comparable to ordinary psychics, and they cannot win simply by relying on numbers.
"Haha, you are just a newly reincarnated goddess of the Ji family, and you are so scared that you don't know who you are? Dongfang Che, you have really lived in vain for so many years!"
The son of Mo Long did not hide his sarcasm and looked at Dongfang Che coldly. Then he glanced at everyone whose expressions were obviously changed, and snorted gloomily, "That goddess of the Ji family is just bullshit.
, I have attacked you a long time ago, and I don’t know where it is now! It is unlikely that I will go back to the Ji family in a short time, and I guess I am still wandering on a long lost journey!"
What?!
At this time, not only the masters with livid faces, but also Dongfang Che's face was a little stagnant. Didn't you expect that the son of Mo Long had already sent away the goddess of the Ji clan?
It seems that this time the Molong clan is really coming in a menacing way, and they are determined to seize the hegemony of Lanling Continent, right?
Otherwise, why would a reclusive family be so keen on taking the lead in encircling and suppressing the Ji family?
The son of Molong thought that his sneak attack was very clever, and he would definitely make the goddess of the Ji family unable to come back at all, and would linger in the abyss and despair forever.
Unfortunately, reality and fantasy always exist.
The cruel reality is that Ji Qingmeng not only knows how to get home, but also thrives and is very happy.
The flesh and blood of various beasts were being rolled and grilled on the fire all around. Although her cooking skills were not at their best, but with the combination of various condiments, these grilled meats were simply mouth-watering and eager to eat.
Even though the monsters in the Monster Forest have long been accustomed to drinking blood from their hair, they still can't help but be a little greedy.
Ji Qingmeng was also very generous and generously allowed the surrounding monsters to enjoy a hearty meal. She continued to grill the lion's head, which was enough to make a storm lion as big as two watermelons, and returned it from time to time. Add some seasonings.
Such behavior still makes the tiger-headed monster feel very puzzled.
Isn’t this meat delicious enough?
Why do you have to go to all the trouble to get such a big lion head?
Are all human thoughts so strange?
Ji Qingmeng didn't care at all about the doubtful looks from the monsters around him, and just kept roasting the lion's head on the fire.
Although those monsters couldn't figure out the situation, Ji Qingmeng was extremely helpless.
Ji Ling, the little baby in red clothes in the mind space, was drooling all over the floor at this time. Her big watery eyes were staring at the lion head for a moment, and she almost wanted to rush up to her sister's meal. pause.
"Hey, hey, silly girl, is it almost done?"
"Stupid girl..."
"I'm so hungry, sir. Are you feeling better..."
"Stupid girl, please hurry up..."
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"Okay, that's enough."
Just when Ji Ling felt that she could no longer bear it, Ji Qingmeng finally appeared in the mental space. Of course, she did not forget to bring the lion head that Ji Ling had longed for.
As soon as the lion head entered the mental space, the rich sound filled the mental space, and the surrounding fog seemed to become a little thinner.
"You are here to bring me food!"
Ji Ling was as if he had been reincarnated by a starving ghost. He pounced directly on it, lay on the lion's head, and started to blow without any trace.
Ji Qingmeng's mouth twitched, he didn't want to look at Ji Ling anymore, he sighed helplessly, sat cross-legged next to her, and started practicing on his own.
"What the hell is this? I almost choked you to death. Girl, do you think you are trying to trick me?"
Before she could close her eyes and feel the flow of spiritual power, she was shocked speechless by Ji Ling's roaring voice. She could only helplessly open her eyes and look at Ji Ling.
What comes into view is a diamond-shaped red star, which is shining with a little light. It is very beautiful... (To be continued)