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Chapter two hundred and eighty group strong

It's tens of thousands of miles away from the Blue Desert, within a mountain range.

Suddenly, a ball of dazzling lightning flashed out and expanded rapidly. In a few breaths, it grew to a distance of more than ten feet, and then crackled and exploded, turning into a huge lightning array.

As soon as the lightning array appeared, white light suddenly shot into the sky, tearing apart the space dozens of feet in the air, revealing the pitch-black nothingness inside.

Then I saw more than a hundred figures in various shapes passing through the void, slowly floating down along the white light, and falling towards the thunder formation under the ground.

Basically, all of those people had their eyes closed tightly, showing pain on their faces, but there was a man in white standing with his hands behind his hands, floating down, looking at the world indifferently with his eyes.

This man is wearing a white robe, tall and straight, gentle and elegant. There is a golden sword symbol painted on the back of the robe, and he is very majestic.

When everyone fell to the ground, the lightning array disappeared. Only after half a stick of incense did a woman wake up.

This woman has a graceful figure, wearing a brocade robe, and her curvy body is undoubtedly on display.

"Elder brother, those Zhang family disciples haven't woken up yet, should we just kill them?"

But after the woman woke up, she glanced around and saw that except for the man in white robe, everyone else was still dizzy. She was startled at first, and then she said a cold word.

The white-robed man shook his head and said with a smile: "The ancestors of the Zhang family have a good relationship with an elder of our Tianjian Sect. Let's spare their lives."

"But if you let them leave, there will be more people grabbing the inheritance in the future!" The woman frowned and said reluctantly.

"Haha, inheritance is so easy to steal. The inheritance of the power of heaven and earth sometimes belongs to you without grabbing it, but you may not be able to get it if you grab it..."

The man in white robe shook his head and smiled, then looked at one of the people lying on the ground and said, "Friends of the Zhang family, since you are awake, please take your people and leave quickly."

"Haha, you are indeed the number one secret disciple of the Tianjian Sect. I admire you Zhang!" A strong man in blue jumped up from the ground and said with a loud smile.

Seeing this, the pretty woman's face sank.



Somewhere in the ruins of the North Dome.

boom!

The calm center of the lake suddenly exploded, and there were bursts of "swishing" sounds of water breaking.

Suddenly, a figure in green clothes shot out from the lake, causing a burst of water splashes. There was a huge blue ball of light at his feet, floating up with him.

Within the ball of light, there were no less than twenty warriors, lying in a staggered state, unconscious.

"Damn, what the hell, the Wan Yin Gui Yi Talisman was actually teleported directly to the bottom of the lake. I almost died..." The young man cursed and took the ball of light, which landed on the shore of the lake.



In a quiet and lonely stone forest, more than thirty warriors stood on both sides.

The group with the most people among them was wearing black robes, and they all had stern expressions. On their cuffs, there was a word "king" clearly marked on them.

The two people standing at the front were a young man who looked like a scholar. He was holding a folding fan and had a pale face. He was dressed like a handsome young man from a noble family, but there was a hint of sternness in his eyes as he moved.

The other one is wearing a black skirt and has a plump figure. According to some male warriors, she looks like a young woman with big breasts and a big butt, with indifferent eyes and no expression at all.

Opposite these people stood a dozen or so people. Judging by their clothing, they seemed to be different from the same group. One of them, a man with hair like flames, looked quite eye-catching.

"Is this the Beiqiong? I don't see anything surprising." The woman in the black dress said calmly with her eyes moving.

Except for the man with the folding fan, everyone else looked at the woman in the black skirt with a hint of awe and fear in their eyes.

"Prince Wang Mo, I didn't expect that we would meet here. I have important matters to do with my clan, so I'll say goodbye here." The man with the flame-like hair said respectfully, clasping his fists to the scholar.

There was a hint of caution in his expression.

"Haha, true brother, why are you leaving in a hurry? There are many dangers in the secret territory of Beiqiong. How about we go together." Wang Mo said with a gentle smile on his face after hearing this.

"It's not necessary. The cultivation levels of the Wang family's friends are all unpredictable. The few of us following are just a burden, so let's just say goodbye." The flame-headed man's eyes twitched and he forced a smile.

"Well, Wang will first wish you all good fortune as soon as possible." Wang Mo nodded and said with a smile.

The flame-headed man was overjoyed when he heard this. He hurriedly clasped his fists and saluted before turning around and running away.

But as soon as he turned around, he suddenly heard a "pop" sound, and there was a pain in his heart. A palm suddenly pierced through his heart, and in the palm of his hand, he was holding a "bang bang" that was beating.

of red heart.

The man with the flame head showed a look of disbelief. He turned his head with difficulty and looked behind him. He saw Wang Mo, who looked like a young scholar, with an arm inserted into his body and an evil smile on his face.

"You, you are so poisonous..." the flame-headed man said with difficulty.

"Haha, are you an idiot?" Wang Mo said with a mocking smile. Then a black flame suddenly surged from his arm, and the flame-headed man was instantly submerged in it.

"ah……!"

The man shrouded in black flames suddenly let out a shrill scream, but in just two breaths, his body was burned to ashes.

The suddenness of this incident caused the other fellow warriors of the flame-headed man to turn pale with shock when they saw this scene. Then they all moved in fear, turned into dozens of escaping lights, and moved towards the distance.

Ran away like crazy.

Wang Mo smiled coldly, and grabbed the escaped person with his right hand. With a "boom", the five warriors who had escaped a thousand meters away were suddenly enveloped by a huge dark fireball that flashed out.

The fireball was like a black sun falling to the ground.

In the blink of an eye, the pitch-black fireball shrank rapidly, and finally turned into a black spot and disappeared. However, the five warriors who had been enveloped inside it were nowhere to be found. They were obviously burned to the ground by the flames.

Wang Mo grabbed hold of them again and dealt with the other escapees according to law. In just a few breaths, a dozen warriors who were not weak in strength were killed by his black flames without any effort.

"Your Majesty, what should we do next?" After Wang Mo dealt with the outsiders, he respectfully asked the woman in black skirt for instructions.

The woman in the black dress said calmly, "You protect me first, I will use the magic of reincarnation to explore all directions!"

Upon hearing this, Wang Mo hurriedly said yes, and then he and other royal guards of the Wang family set up formation flags ten feet away from the woman in black skirt.



(first update)


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