The faces of the people around changed drastically, and they all raised their heads and looked around, looking for the trace of Monk Chu La.
next moment.
"boom!"
A large cloud of dust rose from the ground, and the sound was like thunder.
Uncle Mo held two knives in front of him, while Monk Chu La's machete rested on his shoulder.
Monk Chu La smiled, looking very relaxed.
Uncle Mo's face was flushed, his muscles were tense, and a purple lightning method was faintly visible behind his back.
"Boring, boring, really boring!"
"laugh!"
The thick arm was congested and swollen, and a puff of white smoke appeared on the surface, and he exerted force violently.
There was a "click".
The black-scaled black-scaled horse that Uncle Mo was sitting on had a broken spine, and was chopped down on the ground along with its owner.
Both are semi-holy.
But the gap between each other is like a roc compared to a sparrow.
Monk Chu La can single-handedly create a reputation near Kuyun City, so he is naturally the best among the semi-saints.
Cut Uncle Mo to the ground.
His figure disappeared, and when he reappeared, he had already reached the side door of the first carriage.
"Little lady, follow me and be happy!"
Monk Chu La licked his lips with a lewd smile on his face.
He didn't forget to be on guard, watching the reactions of the people around him from the corner of his eyes, blocking possible hidden arrows or poisonous blades.
But no, these people looked at him as if they were looking at a dead person.
…why is that
Before he had time to think, the door curtain of the carriage was suddenly lifted, and a plain white arm stretched out from the carriage.
Monk Chu La opened his eyes wide.
I just feel that the curve of this arm is slender, and the fingers are like jade green onions, which has a natural beauty.
The owner of the arm must be stunning.
"Why do you have to hide, little lady, hurry up..."
"Peng!"
A black shadow sprang out from the carriage, like a wild horse running wild.
It is the vision of him transforming into free heaven.
I don't know when, many swaying black lines appeared on the jade-like arm, and the vitality flowed, carrying the cold death breath.
"Danger!"
The hairs on Monk Chu La's back stood on end, and his muscles tensed up one by one.
The whole body screamed danger.
He turned around and ran towards the depths of the valley at a faster speed than when he came. The martial artist in the semi-holy realm has a strong spiritual sense, and more or less has a kind of foreknowledge of danger.
"Crunch!"
A thick arm, with bulging muscles, is as thick as an adult's waist, and its fingers are like fiery red copper pillars.
With one big hand, he easily held Monk Chu La in his hand.
"Boom!"
The dull sound made everyone who heard it aching, smoke and dust billowed from the ground, and tiny cracks spread.
"I have been a slave for a hundred years, leaving you a way out."
An indifferent voice came from the carriage, without a trace of emotion.
"Dreaming! I have been in the devil world for more than a hundred years, how can I surrender to a woman!"
Monk Chu La gritted his teeth and opened his eyes angrily.
The bones on his body creaked, and he wanted to stand up from the ground, but the big hand behind him was like a mountain, motionless.
…
The world of origin, Great Xia, outside the imperial city.
"This is the kingdom of Great Xia, the most benevolent place in the world according to legend."
Jin Mingxi, Cang Niao, and Xuan Snake, three young and half-sages from the monster race, appeared outside the imperial city. Jin Mingxi took the lead, his hair glistening in the sun, and his eyes filled with amazement.
"It's really good...Although the slaves have no talent in cultivation, they always have something to gain in other places."
There was a touch of surprise in Xuan Snake's usual calm expression.
After several years of development.
The population of the imperial capital is gradually increasing, and it is roughly estimated that there are four to five million people.
to accommodate such a large population.
The original building was demolished, and then rebuilt under the precise measurement of professionals. With the prosperity of civilization, this dying country began to glow with new vitality.
"Without power, so what if you are talented in other places? You can only be treated as a slave."
Jin Mingxi said indifferently.
"This city is so big, there must be a lot of interesting things in it. Let's go to the palace first to see if what the puppy said is right."
"If the princess is just a waste of fame, we will kill her directly. If she is really as beautiful as the puppy said, we will throw her into the brothel. It must be fun."
She gently rubbed the arm holding Xuan Snake, with a smile on her face.
"Brother, don't you think so!"
"It doesn't matter, as long as you like it..."
He lowered his head, gently pinched Jin Mingxi's nose, and when he raised his head, the expression on his face quickly became indifferent again.
…
Several people disappeared.
When it reappeared, it was already in the palace.
The magnificent palace is very recognizable, it is located in the very center of the whole city, separated from the outside world by a tall yellow wall.
Several people landed in a square.
The imperial guards stationed in the palace reacted quickly and gathered together in an instant, the blades in their hands were unsheathed, pointing at the few people in the sky.
"who are you?"
Walking out of the crowd was a great commander of the Eight Banners Forbidden Army, a general of the second rank, and a cultivation base of the realm of a great master.
He was about two meters tall, and his whole body was covered in black armor, with only a pair of jet-black eyes exposed on the helmet. He held a spear in his hand, and the torrential vitality shrouded his body like a cloud of lavender smoke.
He looked at the few people in front of him without fear.
"Cultivation is not bad."
Xuan Snake was a little surprised, raised his eyebrows, and commented casually: "To be able to cultivate to this point in such a world of barren energy, I think it is a genius."
"but…"
His face gradually became dangerous, like a poisonous snake showing its fangs, ready to hunt:
"Who gave you permission to point your weapon at us! Slave!?"
"laugh!"
He raised his hand, and the next moment, he appeared in front of the commander of the Eight Banners.
Stretching out his hand and grabbing it forward, his arm turned into a thick boa constrictor, opened its fangs, and firmly locked the commander's throat.
The commander-in-chief's cultivation base is not weak, so he barely reacted.
But there was a sharp pain in his heart, and the slow and heavy heartbeat made him lose his mind.
"Crack!"
Xuan Snake's arm held his throat, and with light force, it broke the spine in two like a piece of dead wood.
This was a fatal injury, but the powerful vitality of the grand master realm allowed the grand commander to live for a while. His pupils gradually dilated, but there was no fear.
Just opened with a hoarse throat.
"The saint will not let you go!"
"saint?"
Xuan Snake casually left the commander's body on the ground, stepped on it twice, and said disdainfully:
"It's extremely difficult for those of us who live in the demon world full of vitality to break through to the realm of saints. There are saints in such a small place with thin aura and isolation from the world? It's just wishful thinking."
He wants to keep shooting.
But at this moment, a strong sense of danger suddenly came, like being in a blazing stove, making people feel hot all over.