Chapter five hundred and eighty second gathering from all directions
On the city wall, the little cat narrowed his eyes, with a hint of solemnity in his eyes.
She learned from Bai Yang that the person standing in the sky was a symbol of the real realm of Shinto monks and the realm of martial arts masters. The opponent did not have the true energy fluctuations of the warriors, and there was no magic weapon to assist him. There was no doubt that he was a real Shinto monk.
The bodies of Shinto monks in the realm of real people are extremely fragile, and a martial arts disciple can easily be hammered to death. However, they possess secret magic weapons, and no one dares to take a look at them. A real Shinto monk, with the help of secret magic weapons, can easily kill one of ten masters.
A master of this realm!
"Brother Hu Zi" the kitten called, tilting its head slightly.
Huzi immediately stepped forward.
"Inform us, infrared rays are aimed at the Shinto monk. At least twenty cannons are ready on each hilltop. If he makes the slightest move, kill him immediately!" Mao Mao said in a deep voice.
"Okay" Huzi nodded and left quickly.
Shinto monk? Real person? Your secret magic weapon is very powerful, but no matter what magic weapon you have, it is limited at this level. A cannon of hundreds of millimeters is enough to blast you to pieces!
By the Bibo River, Xiang Nan stood in a state of embarrassment, holding a sword. He looked at the Gourd Valley, and then turned to look at the Shinto monks standing in the sky above the Bibo River. His expression was uncertain and unwilling.
However, after weighing it, he turned around and left, but he did not really leave, but came to wait in the distance.
What if, what if we fish in troubled waters in the end and get some bargains?
On the Bibo River, an old man in gray clothes stood in the sky. There seemed to be a breeze surrounding his body, supporting him from falling to the ground.
His expression is kind, like the uncle next door, but his eyes are deep and not simple.
Looking at the Calabash Valley, he was smiling, and you could even see the excitement in his heart.
Treasures, treasures bred by dragon veins, must be obtained by oneself. No matter what they are, they must be extremely precious!
Suddenly, his heart tightened and he felt a sense of danger. He frowned slightly. He looked along the feeling and found that on the hills around the valley, there were cold metal pipes facing him.
"Metal pipe? There are no warriors' true energy fluctuations, and there are no Shinto monks' energy fluctuations. Why do you give yourself a dangerous aura? There is something weird about this place!"
He thought to himself that he couldn't figure out what those gun barrels on the hills were.
To be cautious, it would be best if you could get the treasure without taking action. After thinking about it, he looked at the kitten on the wall and said: "Everyone, listen to me and leave. There are some things that you cannot own. It is beyond your control."
Things within the scope of one's own abilities are in themselves a sin and disaster."
What he said is true. Looking at it, the most powerful people in the Calabash Valley are only at the level of warriors. The treasures bred by the dragon veins are simply not something people here can possess and will bring disaster.
"The young master said that being old and not dying is a thief. Old man, don't say it's useless. You go to other people's houses to rob things so grandly. Don't blame me for not reminding you. If you don't leave, you will be responsible for the consequences!" Mao Mao said coldly.
Real person? Is Shinto real person very powerful? When he was in Mihelin, Mao Mao sent people to kill tens of thousands of people without blinking an eye. Who do you think he is?
"Stubborn!" The old man's face darkened, and as he turned his hands, a three-inch long red sword appeared in his hand.
That little sword was fiery red, as if it were made of red crystal. It was very beautiful, but it exuded such a fierce aura.
With a flick of his finger, the small red sword flew up and instantly turned into a three-meter giant sword. On the sword body, flames rose, blazing, and the flames turned into a giant bird with a wingspan of ten meters, hovering in the void, giving people
Great oppression.
The magic weapon, the magic weapon of the Shinto monks, is just a small sword, but it turns into a giant sword, and even sprays out flames to form a giant flaming bird. This is the magical method of the Shinto monks.
"Go away, otherwise, die!" Mao Mao said coldly, not being frightened by the opponent's methods.
Roar!
After the kitten finished speaking, the silver wolf beside him roared, his body lowered, his silver hairs all over his body exploded, and the silver light flowed, as if he was cheering the kitten on.
The old man frowned and was about to direct the giant flame bird to fly over, but stopped.
The giant flame bird disappeared, the three-meter giant sword became three inches in size, and hovered above his head like a fish swimming in the water.
The old man turned around and looked into the distance, frowning deeply.
In the distance, a white figure came quickly. It was a handsome young man in white, holding a white paper fan, speeding on the Bibo River, tapping his toes, just a few hundred meters away, stepping on the water!
The young man quickly arrived outside the valley and stood on the top of a big tree, as if he was weightless, his body swaying as the treetops swayed gently.
He held out his white paper fan, raised his eyebrows, looked outside the blood-covered city wall, squinted and said, "Someone arrived before me. It seems like I missed something."
This young man in white is a master-level warrior. He is very young, but it makes the Shinto master standing in the sky feel a hint of threat. This young man is not simple. He either possesses powerful martial arts or has a secret weapon!
"It turns out it's Young Master Jun. He came quickly enough," the old man in gray clothes standing in the sky frowned.
No one in the Gourd Valley knows what kind of ghost Master Jun is. Mao Mao and others are watching with cold eyes. No matter who it is, they can never even think of setting foot in the Gourd Valley!
"Who do I think it is? It turns out to be Mr. Song. Why aren't you hiding on the top of your shabby mountain and coming out for some air?" Young Master Jun, who was standing on the treetop, looked at the old man in gray with a half-smile.
The old man in gray clothes did not answer, but frowned and looked into the void in the distance.
In that direction, a black light came across the sky at a very fast speed and soon appeared in the void outside the valley.
What flew over was a jet-black bone staff, three meters long, made from the bones of an unknown animal. It was extremely evil. It was also a magic weapon of a Shinto monk.
On top of the bone staff, stood a young man in black. The young man was very thin and had a hint of evil in his expression.
"Hey, someone came before me?" Standing on the bone staff, the young man in black smiled evilly.
"It's you!" Young Master Jun on the treetop grabbed the white paper fan and looked at the young man in black with an uncertain expression.
"Haha, who do I think you are, Master Jun? Aren't you a follower behind Miss Yu? Why, come here when you have time?" The young man in black said with a half-smile.
"Humph, I will kill you sooner or later." Master Jun snorted coldly and looked towards the valley.
In just a few minutes, three extraordinary figures suddenly arrived. They were on guard against each other and did not rush into the valley immediately.
Xiang Nan, who was on the edge in the distance, took a deep breath, knowing that his hope was slim, and he began to think about retreating.
However, this was not over yet, someone else came from a distance.
What came was a sedan, a green sedan, carried by four men in red. They seemed to be flying across the sky, carrying the sedan and came quickly.
Finally, the sedan landed on the top of a big tree. There was a worrying sound of coughing in the sedan, but from beginning to end, no one came out of the sedan.
When the three people who came first saw the blue sedan, they all frowned and looked extremely fearful.
At this time, in the Gourd Valley, on top of the city wall, a linen figure appeared. Blind Shan Qiulin appeared here, with a black cloth band wrapped around his eyes, and a wooden sword in his one-armed right hand. The wooden sword sword
The body actually has insect eyes and is made of rotten wood.
"Miss Kitten, take Miss Lin and the others back," Shan Qiulin said calmly after coming to the city wall.
Obviously, the next situation is no longer under the control of the kitten.
This has just begun, and several extraordinary characters have already arrived. It is obvious that more powerful people will come next.
The kitten was waiting for an answer when he suddenly turned around.
At a glance, he could see people coming quickly from all directions in the distance. Shinto monks were flying with magic weapons, warriors were coming across the sky hundreds of meters at a time, and people were riding strange beasts.
In short, there are a lot of people, and each one is not easy!
In just one minute, at least dozens of strong men arrived outside the Calabash Valley, and each of them had a level of cultivation no lower than that of a martial artist!
Grandmasters? Shinto masters? They are everywhere outside the Calabash Valley at this time!
Dragon Veins turned over, because Dragon Yuan leaked its essence, strong men from all sides felt that they were all rushing towards this side, the wind was surging, and all directions gathered together!
Everyone who came here was on guard against others and did not rush into the valley.
Apparently everyone who came here at this time ignored the Calabash Valley itself.
This is not over yet, there are still more people coming in the future.
Until an hour later, at least a thousand people gathered from all directions outside the Hulu Valley!
Each one of them is a famous and strong man, and because of the dragon vein, they are all gathered here.
The number of these one thousand people is not very large, but their weight is greater than the sum of all the people who entered Mihe Forest to fight for the inheritance of Shinto!
All parties were on guard against each other and did not take action immediately.
Everyone realizes that facing the treasure, if you want to get it, there will be a fierce fight!
"Master Shan, I'm going to find the young master." Mao Mao took a deep breath and said to Shan Qiulin, and was about to go to the depths of the valley to find Bai Yang.
Faced with this situation, it was completely beyond the control limit of the kitten, and only Baiyang could make the decision.
Shan Qiulin nodded, holding a wooden sword in one hand with a calm expression.
"Everyone, get out, this place belongs to my Blood Lotus Sect!"
At this moment, an evil and domineering roar came from the horizon.
Everyone frowned and looked up, instantly horrified!
On the horizon, a huge black cloud came across the sky. There was an evil and domineering aura in the black cloud, which made everyone feel palpitated.
"True Lord, True Lord of Shinto, the Blood Lotus Sect actually sent a True Lord of Shinto!" Young Master Jun said to himself on the treetop with a solemn look on his face, obviously being restrained by the flying black clouds.
The True Lord, equivalent to the great master of martial arts, is a powerful being who can collapse mountains and cut off flows with the wave of his hand. At this time, he has arrived here because of the dragon vein!
"The demons of the Blood Lotus Sect are so rampant in their cultivation!"
From the distant horizon, there was another cold snort, and a golden light appeared on the horizon, like a meteor flying across the sky. As the golden light approached, a powerful aura descended!
An old man in golden clothes came across the sky, truly flying through the void. His body was covered with golden light, like a god, unparalleled in power!
Grandmaster, a Grandmaster has arrived.
Roar!
From the horizon, there was once again an astonishing roar, and more powerful men came one after another...