Chapter two hundred and forty-ninth colorful butterfly clothes
"Did you place the bronze statue of Lord Yaksha here to frighten me and break my spiritual will?"
Xia Mang's expression was cold. This was the prison of the Panxue Sand Clan. A few days ago, he lost to the desert sand general. After being suppressed, he was imprisoned here. He was locked with a gold chain and faced with the Yaksha Lord to intimidate him.
"It's just a statue!"
Xia Mang sneered again and again, not to mention that it was just a bronze statue. Even if Lord Yaksha's true body came, it would not be possible to defeat his spiritual will and make him surrender.
"How does Jin Huang Suo taste?"
Suddenly, a sneer came. Xia Mang raised his head and glanced at the person. A sharp light flashed in his eyes, and he was indifferent and silent.
The visitor's hair was loose and red-gold, like a hanging golden waterfall. His whole body was surrounded by golden light, as if he was wearing gilt armor, making him appear as if the emperor had descended, with an extraordinary aura.
The new generation of Desert King of the Panxue Sand Clan, Mo Shixuan!
"The golden chain can seal the extraordinary and secure the entrance. The divine weapon is hard to damage and almost indestructible. If I use it on you, I should think highly of you."
Mo Shixuan stared at Xia Mang, with cold murderous intent in his eyes. He was the new king of the Panxue Sand Clan, the king of the clan. If it were twenty years ago, when the Panxue Sand Clan was at its peak, his identity would be How noble? But he was beaten and humiliated by Xia Mang, how could he not be angry?
Xia Mang glanced at him, spoke indifferently, and sneered: "If it weren't for Desert General, you would have been beaten to a pulp by me!"
If the desert sand general hadn't been hiding in the dark, he would have been killed by Xia Mang long ago. Where would he have the chance to show off his power here?
"presumptuous!"
Mo Shixuan's face darkened, and he said coldly: "You have become a prisoner, how dare you be so arrogant?"
Xia Mang was silent. In his eyes, Mo Shixuan was just a small character, not worth a cent. The one who really valued and feared him was Desert Shajiang!
The strong always speak with their fists and strength. Only the weak can show off their words and shout like a mad dog, such as Mo Shixuan.
When a villain gets his way, he goes wild. The desert general personally suppressed Xia Mang, and he came to show off his power and vent his hatred.
"Why do you ignore me?"
Being despised by Xia Mang, Mo Shixuan was so angry that he stabbed Xia Mang's chest with the trident in his hand, flashing with cold magic light!
He wanted to kill Xia Mang to save face!
"Keng!"
But when the trident pierced Xia Mang, the purple-red brilliance in Xia Mang's heart burst out and condensed into a small purple-red shield. Ancient patterns were carved on it, and there were medicines lingering around it. The beating continued, blocking the sharp trident from piercing Xia Mang's body!
The small purple shield is very strange, and this trident cannot pierce it!
"How is that possible?" Mo Shixuan was shocked and angry. The trident in his hand was the top sharp blade of the Panxue Sand Tribe. How could it not pierce Xia Mang's small shield?
Xia Mang was also stunned, and then sneered. The purple heart merged with his heart. After so long, it finally worked. It turned into a small shield with a purple beam, blocking Mo Shixuan's attack. trident.
"It can't pierce this broken shield, but it can still kill you!" Mo Shixuan looked ferocious, "After you die, I will dig out all the secrets in you, and they... belong to me!"
Whoosh!
The trident moved again, turning into a streak of blood and stabbing Xia Mang between the eyebrows!
Xia Mang's pupils shrank suddenly, and he was suppressed. This golden lock seemed to have imprisoned all his strength and cultivation, and locked his body, making him unable to evade or resist!
If the center of his brow is pierced, his spiritual sea will surely collapse, his soul will collapse, and he will definitely die!
"stop!"
At the critical moment, a shout came out, and the desert sand general who suppressed Xia Mang suddenly appeared. He raised his hand and Mo Shixuan's trident flew out.
"Sha Ze, you are too presumptuous!" Mo Shixuan's expression changed, he turned around and glared at the desert general.
Desert General "Sha Ze" ignored Mo Shixuan. He glanced at Xia Mang, then took a step back. Behind him, a slender figure walked out.
She is tall and exquisite, graceful and graceful, wearing a colorful butterfly dress, gorgeous and picturesque, with a phoenix mask on her face, only revealing a pair of moving eyes, cold, noble and solitary.
She was like a queen. Once she appeared, she was as powerful as a desert general and as arrogant as Mo Shixuan, so she couldn't help but retreat.
"The real mastermind finally showed up!" Xia Mang narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman wearing a colorful butterfly dress.
Colorful butterfly clothes are dancing gracefully, and green silk is entangled in the phoenix flying!
The woman is picturesque, and her beauty is clear and moving, but her temperament is too ethereal, showing her aloofness and arrogance, like a true phoenix, spreading its wings across the sky, covering up all the grace of the world.
The woman in butterfly clothes stood in front of the Lord Yaksha. Her beautiful eyes were light and she was silent. However, she had a kind of intimidation that made "Sha Ze", a general of the desert, retreat, and silenced Mo Shixuan, who called himself "Desert King".
The sound is extremely scary.
This invisible pressure is the most deadly.
"Who are you?"
Xia Mang's cold eyes were as cold as lightning, staring at the woman in butterfly clothes. Wherever this woman went, the desert sand would retreat, and Mo Shixuan was silent. This represents absolute authority!
Identity determines position. They stand behind the woman in butterfly clothing. In other words, they are led by the woman in butterfly clothing.
The woman's eyes were clear, and she just looked at Xia Mang, indifferently.
"Are you the daughter of the previous generation of Mo King?" Xia Mang concentrated and asked, "Or is it that you are... the new Mo King of the Panxue Sand Clan?"
The Desert King is the king of the Panxue Sand Clan. He can command the whole clan and has a high status. Not to mention the Desert Sand General, even the three divine generals of heaven, earth and man, and even the eighteen Langya divine generals must obey his orders and respect his instructions.
But the desert sand general "Shaze" in front of him clearly didn't take Mo Shixuan seriously, and even ignored his life and death!
How is this the treatment of King Mo?
Therefore, Xia Mang concluded that Mo Shixuan's name of "Mo King" was probably self-proclaimed and could not be counted, at least not recognized by the desert generals.
"I am the Mo King!"
Before the woman in butterfly clothes opened her mouth, Mo Shixuan shouted, "I am the new generation king of the Panxue Sand Clan!"
His face was full of grief and anger, and his eyes were full of resentment and unwillingness.
"Shut up!" Desert General "Sha Ze" glanced at him and scolded him coldly.
"Shaze! Why don't you respect me as king?!"
Mo Shixuan stared at Shaze and hissed: "You betrayed my father, abandoned the Panxuesha tribe's faith, and actually recognized a demon girl as your master. You deserve to be damned!"
He roared angrily, his blond hair dancing wildly, as if he was going crazy, roaring loudly at Sha Ze.
"presumptuous!"
Sha Ze's face suddenly turned cold, "The Panxue Sand Clan has long since taught, the goddess was born, the Desert King made changes, and the Sand King retreated... Shixuan, as a descendant of the Sand King, you should see the situation clearly, the Panxue Sand Clan is no longer what it used to be.
The Panxuesha Clan, if your father were still alive, he would also sacrifice the divine flag and honor the goddess!"
"You are the king of desert, but you must also respect the goddess."
Sha Ze looked at Mo Shixuan, his face softened a little, and he sighed: "The Panxue Sha clan is no longer the same as it used to be. It is no longer the era when the Mo King was the only one. Only by respecting the goddess can we return to the peak and serve the imperial court of Daxia and the Xia Wu."
Go ahead and recover that blood debt!"
"But now the Great Xia Imperial Court has been destroyed, and Xia Wushang also died in battle outside the territory..." Mo Shixuan gritted his teeth, "Where else can we go, and who can we collect blood debt from?"
"Da Xia is not that easy to die, and Xia Wushang is not that easy to die either!" Desert General Sha Ze suddenly narrowed his eyes and said coldly: "If your father was still alive, he would do what I did."