Wanjie praise group

Chapter 682 The Gift of the Holy Lord

Zhou Fuhai's stern tone combined with the coercion that fell instantly made the three monster envoys in front of him explode like fried beans, but the person behind the three demon envoys gave the order to die.

No matter what, you must convey your meaning to Xu Ming, otherwise the three of them will not come back alive.

The determination of the three demon envoys was seen by Bai Emperor, who was on the sidelines. All this made the thoughtful Bai Emperor a little confused.

Although Xu Ming had various chances, these so-called chances paled in comparison to the Holy Lord of the Monster Race.

Whether it is the remains of the Immortal Emperor or the Beacon Fire Temple, it is useless even if it is taken away from the Holy Master, who is born with enlightenment and is not as good as the monks of the Ten Thousand Realms and Nine Provinces.

The Holy Master, who had disappeared for such a long time, came straight to Xu Ming when he appeared. The meaning hidden in this still needs to be carefully considered.

And Zhou Fuhai was obviously consumed by the last patience of these three barbarians who did not eat oil and salt. He saw the sharp snow spear in his hand with an ice-blue aura suddenly moved, and the sharp tip of the spear was instantly Attacked towards the three demon envoys.

Under the blessing of that formation, the berserk breath was even more soaring to the sky, and at this moment, the emissary of the monster clan whose face was completely hidden in his robe seemed to be able to only watch helplessly the sudden snow gun that was constantly expanding in his pupils.

With the space locked, they had no way out, but at this critical moment.

A misty light appeared in the three people's heavenly spirits, and then turned into a barrier in front of the three of them.

But the sudden snow gun's sharp edge had arrived in an instant, and it made a loud noise when it collided with the inexplicable barrier formed by the light curtain, but all of this was destined not to disturb the countless people in Fuhai City.

But the light curtain built by the Holy Master still blocked Zhou Fuhai's move, and a voice full of majesty also sounded in this different space.

"City Lord Zhou, you have so much killing spirit and you have made a lot of enemies compared to Fuhai City. If you don't think about you, you have to think more about the people in the city."

Although the owner of the voice could not be seen, both Zhou Fuhai and Baidi knew that the voice belonged to the Holy Lord of the Monster Race who once ruled the entire Kyushu of the Ten Thousand Worlds a hundred years ago.

The threatening meaning inside and outside the words of the Holy Lord of the Monster Race is already very obvious, but this week Fuhai was originally a hot temper and would explode at the slightest point, so what happened to the Holy Lord of the Monster Race? He didn't dare to come out in the dark, but before Zhou Fuhai could say such words, Baidi spoke first.

"What is the meaning of Holy Master wanting to see my disciple without taking the trouble?"

Baidi's words were a pun, not only dispelling Zhou Fuhai's fiery temperament, but also explaining the relationship between Xu Ming and himself to the Holy Master.

And the Holy Master who heard the words fell silent as expected, and special monks like Baidi were indeed special existences in the eyes of the Yaozu and the Cultivation Alliance.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Xu was actually Baidi's beloved apprentice. Speaking of it this way, it saved me a lot of trouble."

I saw that following the Holy Master's words, the three demon messengers pulled open the void beside them with their strength, and held a sharp sharp knife from it with great respect.

"This unrespectable meeting ceremony is my kindness to Xu Shaoxia."

Seeing this, Zhou Fuhai said.

"Hmph, you monster clan don't want to use this little favor to pull Xu Ming under your command."

The holy master who heard the words was not angry but said it in one word.

"It doesn't matter. It's up to Mr. Xu to deal with the gift when it is delivered. It's his business and has nothing to do with me."

After saying that, the bodies of the three demon envoys completely disintegrated and disappeared.

Bai Di looked at the dark long knife on the ground, and fell into deep thought for a moment.

For a monster clan lord to value an ordinary junior so much, it seems that only Xu Ming can discover the hidden secrets behind it.

And the power of the origin of space contained in this long knife moved even Baidi a little, but this knife can be combined with Xu Ming's knife skills, and his overall strength will completely rise to a higher level.

But at this moment, Xu Ming is already inseparable from the faceless man in the different space constructed by the like group. As time goes by, Xu Ming, who was blindly beaten passively before, also caught this faceless man The essence of performing the knife technique.

Relying on his terrifying talent in Dao of the Sword, he kept integrating his perception of Dao of the Sword into his own Dao of the Sword during these life-and-death fights.

Originally, the Faceless Man could get three out of the five swords, but as time went by, he couldn't even cut a single one on Xu Ming's consciousness incarnation.

On the contrary, Xu Ming's sword became even more unstoppable after absorbing the weirdness of the faceless man.

There was a flash of light from the sword, and it struck the faceless man for the first time in history.

The seemingly simple knife technique exploded with incomparably powerful power at the moment of contact, and the ear-piercing sonic boom made the entire different space vibrate slightly.

In an instant, half of the Faceless Man's body was slashed off by Xu Ming's knife.

The remaining half of his body also completely disintegrated and disappeared into this different space, and a stream of data from his incarnation also fell into the string of strange numbers glowing red on Xu Ming's wrist.

A wave of comprehension came again, but this time, no one went back to disturb his comprehension.

The opportunity never came again, Xu Ming hurriedly took advantage of this wonderful epiphany to carefully digest all the insights he had just had in fighting against enemies of different shapes.

Countless spiritual lights flashed through Xu Ming's mind like intersecting meteors, and the bottleneck that was originally stuck in the path of the sword was constantly being overcome in this wonderful state.

At least for now, everything after the appearance of this like group is for Xu Ming's wedding dress.

But in another different space that Xu Ming could not reach, Wang Lin, who was dressed in white robe, looked at everything that even he could not stop with a gloomy expression.

In his eyes, Xu Ming is stepping into the trap carefully designed for him by the Wanjie Like Group.

The stronger Xu Ming is, the more beneficial it will be to the praise group of Ten Thousand Worlds or the white robe behind him. Previously, he tried his best to fight against him, but he was forced into a desperate situation where he was almost dead.

But unexpectedly, this scheming like group turned out to be another plan.

But this just proved one point, in the eyes of this praise group, Xu Ming was cultivated as a host container from the very beginning.

Countless resources were poured into him, so that his strength would have a frightening improvement, and immediately reach the expectations of that white robe, but no matter what, that white robe would never have imagined that Wang Lin would be born. variable.

Change also started from that day.

(End of this chapter)