Chapter 410 Wanjia? What kind of stinky fish and rotten shrimp is that!
call!
There is wind blowing from the land in front of Liuli Mountain!
This wind carries a chill!
The human monks who were transformed into gods on Liuli Mountain trembled involuntarily!
Although the red-armored general is a cultivator of gods, his body couldn't help but tremble at this moment!
One second ago!
Liuli Mountain has encountered the most terrifying disaster!
I thought it was going to be a bloody storm, I thought the Liuli Mountain monks were going to die in battle and be torn into pieces by the terrifying alien army and the Stoneman King!
I thought that the human race’s Liuli Mountain stronghold in this world would be captured!
But!
That man!
That man who clearly only has the cultivation level of Nascent Soul Stage!
He snapped his fingers casually!
He wiped out the alien army and killed the Stoneman King!
everything!
Turned into ashes!
The wind at this moment carried the smell of the earth. Although there was no smell of blood, the red-armored general felt an unprecedented fear!
"Plop!"
He also knelt down, kneeling facing the man’s back!
"It doesn't seem like much."
A soft sound sounded!
"..."
The monks in front of the teleportation platform all had their mouths open at this moment. The monks who had stared at Chen Zheng and Ye Qingcheng with hatred before had only fear in their eyes at this moment!
Only the figure in white!
The current owner of Liuli Mountain is still suspended in the air!
At this moment, his face was as dull as a stone sculpture, but the crazy and changing look in his eyes told everyone that he was very confused and panicked inside!
"Plop!"
Suddenly!
He fell from the air and knelt down in front of Chen Zheng!
"Wan Liang, a descendant of Wanjia in the Yun Realm, didn't know that the senior master was coming. I have offended many people before, so please forgive me!"
Kneel down!
A bow!
Don't dare to look up!
"I heard you right. You seemed to have said that you were going to kneel to me with your own head in front of me. Now you are just kneeling down, not holding your own head in front of me."
Chen Zheng turned around and chuckled.
"Senior, please give face to the Yunjie Wanjia! All the cultivation resources of the junior will be given to the senior! For the five hundred years of guarding Liuli Mountain, I will also give it to the senior! I just ask the senior to let the junior go!"
The owner of Liuli Mountain shook his body and shouted quickly.
He doesn't want to die!
He knows it too!
You can't escape now even if you want to!
This young man is terrible!
Just snap your fingers!
Killing the alien army and two stone kings, this is definitely the magical means of the monks in the tribulation period!
So he knew very well that he could only beg for mercy, he could only kneel down and beg for mercy, he could only rely on the name of Wanjia in Yunjie to beg for mercy!
The world of clouds!
Thousands of wealthy families!
I believe that the monks who have heard of the Yunjie Wanjia must give face to the Yunjie Wanjia!
"Thousands of families in the cloud world..."
Chen Zheng read it softly.
"Yunjie Ten Thousand Realms! Yunjie Ten Thousand Years Rich Family! Although Yunjie is now a middle-thousand world, it was once a Great Thousand World, so there is a golden immortal ancestor sitting in the cloud world ten thousand families! That golden immortal ancestor flows in my body
Blood, if senior lets me go this time, I can recommend senior to go to the Cloud Realm to meet the Golden Immortal Ancestor!"
The Lord of Liuli Mountain heard Chen Zheng whispering and thought that Chen Zheng was afraid of the Wan family. His eyes lit up and he immediately spoke again.
This time!
He moved the ancestor of Wanjia Jinxian out!
Ancestor Jinxian!
He is also a strong person in the world!
No matter how strong this young man is, he must be afraid!
"Ancestor Jinxian..."
"It turns out the background is so big..."
"No wonder..."
The monks kneeling around him also looked horrified at this moment, and they all whispered.
"Go to the Cloud Realm to meet the Golden Immortal Ancestor... Haha! Hahaha! Hahahaha!"
Chen Zheng laughed!
A burst of laughter!
The monks around were stunned, and they all thought to themselves, why do they feel like they heard a hint of disdain!
wrong!
Not a trace of disdain!
But very disdainful!
"Senior...why are you laughing?"
The Lord of Liuli Mountain was startled and asked with a frown.
The laughter stopped abruptly!
At this moment, all the monks present were staring at Chen Zheng, feeling something unusual!
"Wanjia? Jinxian? What the hell is that? Qingcheng! Kill him!"
Chen Zheng's face turned cold, and he could only say a word of indifference!
What!
The monks around were shocked!
This...doesn't even the Ten Thousand Families in the Cloud Realm and even the Golden Immortal Ancestor look down upon!
"You dare!"
The Lord of Liuli Mountain was shocked and angry!
boom!
True energy explodes!
Get up and run away!
"Zheng!"
The sword roars!
This is the sound of murder!
"Wow!"
A flash of cold light!
"ah!"
There was a scream in the air!
A head flew out in the air!
"Bang!"
A headless corpse fell to the ground!
"call!"
This moment!
There is no other sound except the wind blowing in front of the teleportation platform!
All Liulishan monks have only one feeling at this moment, that is, their scalp is numb!
My scalp is numb!
A blank!
Too scary!
Before!
That woman!
Kill the god with one sword!
Now!
That woman killed the master of Liuli Mountain in the combined stage with one sword!
Next time!
Is this woman capable of killing Mahayana with one sword?
Unimaginable!
Why is a female swordsman who doesn't seem to have much cultivation, her sword is so terrifying!
"Spare your life! Senior, please spare your life! I shouldn't have hated my senior just now! Please spare my life, senior!"
After silence.
Someone suddenly kowtowed to Chen Zheng crazily.
This man was one of the monks who stared at Chen Zheng with hatred when the Lord of Liuli Mountain said that Liuli Mountain would be destroyed and that the monks of Liuli Mountain died because of Chen Zheng. At this moment, he woke up and begged for mercy frantically in fear when he thought of his previous words.
Chen Zheng glanced at the monk lightly.
"No! Don't kill me! Don't kill me! No! Poof!"
The monk screamed in horror, retreated repeatedly, suddenly spurted out blood, and then tilted his head and lost his breath!
"hiss!"
The monks around me all lowered their heads, and they were all trembling, not daring to make any move!
"Are you scared to death?" Chen Zheng shook his head lightly and looked at the red-armored general: "Follow me to Liuli Mountain. I want to know what happened to Liuli Mountain in the past five hundred years."
"Junior, I obey!"
The red-armored general took a deep breath and bowed his head to Chen Zheng!
This is a very sincere greeting!
This bow is to thank Chen Zheng for killing the Lord of Liuli Mountain!
The Zhang family of Liuli Mountain has been persecuted by the Lord of Liuli Mountain many times. Even the death of Zhang Yunfei, the ancestor of the Zhang family five hundred years ago, and the disappearance of Lord Beiming Changkong are all related to the Lord of Liuli Mountain or the Wanjia of the Yunjie!
Chen Zheng took Qingcheng to Liuli Mountain.
In front of the teleportation platform.
A group of monks knelt for a long time before they dared to get up, but as soon as they got up, they collapsed to the ground.
"That senior... killed Old Wang with one glance. After all, Old Wang is also a peak pill-forming monk..."
One of the monks spoke tremblingly.
"No! It was not that senior who killed Lao Wang. Lao Wang was frightened to death! His liver and gallbladder were ruptured, his heart was broken, Lao Wang was frightened to death!"
Another monk spoke in a low voice.
"It's terrible!"
"The Liuli Mountain teleportation array is only connected to the Small Thousand Worlds. What kind of Small Thousand Worlds would give birth to such a terrifying monk!"
"I don't know! Don't ask me! I haven't come to my senses yet!"
Whisper after whisper.
"Why...I feel more and more like I have seen you somewhere..."
The old man in sackcloth, Old Man Qu, sat on the ground, staring blankly at the top of Liuli Mountain, whispering in his heart.