Click click click.
When this voice came over, the whole area around the entrance of the Temple of Heaven suddenly felt a masculine atmosphere.
When this masculine wind swept over, two figures suddenly appeared.
One is Zhu Jia, and the other is Xiao Naihe.
At this time, Xiao Naihe was standing in the middle of thousands of people, but his expression remained unchanged, and he just went straight towards Huanglong, fearing neither heaven nor earth.
"Who are you? Which sect are you a master of?"
"What a young boy. The aura on his body is very strong, his blood is masculine, and his energy and blood are strong. I can't tell what his cultivation level is."
"Old Yang, can you tell?"
"The qi and blood are so strong, but his body is as clear as sand. He doesn't look like a master. I can't tell what this person's cultivation is."
"Hmph, no matter who it is, if they break in, they will die."
For a time, the 30,000 masters in the field started shouting with fierce momentum. When the energy and blood in their bodies were churning, it seemed that they were sucking up the entire earth and absorbing the divine energy in the heart of the earth.
"It's you."
Unlike other people, when Patriarch Jin Yan saw Xiao Naihe, his whole body was shaken, and he was almost hit hard by lightning, and could no longer move.
The appearance of Xiao Naihe was simply the nightmare of Ancestor Jin Yan. Seeing Xiao Naihe again, Ancestor Jin Yan could not help but remember that not long ago, in the lobby hundreds of thousands of miles away, his own body was smashed into pieces by Xiao Naihe. The cake looks like a cake.
Thinking of this, Ancestor Jin Yan's face became even more icy white.
"There are many masters here, at least sixteen Creators. I didn't expect that the Blood Prison Ancestor actually has so many people under his command?"
Zhu Jia was slightly surprised. Although she was a master at the early stage of the eighth level, facing so many cultivators, the energy and blood smoke they released was also faintly shocking to Zhu Jia.
Xiao Naihe, who was next to him, looked at Ancestor Jin Yan coldly and said in a joking tone: "How about it? Ancestor Jin Yan, how about we play two-handed Taoism again?"
When the Jinyan ancestor heard this, his whole body felt cold.
I just said before that I didn't take Xiao Naihe seriously at all, and the next moment Xiao Naihe rushed over. His old face was slapped loudly.
"Ancestor, this is..."
The man in white clothes in front noticed Xiao Naihe's tone and suddenly felt a little strange. He couldn't help but turned around and asked Patriarch Jin Yan.
But at this moment, Ancestor Jin Yan shouted and backed away at an extremely fast speed.
In an instant, he exited the entrance to the Temple of Heaven and flew directly towards the sky.
brush!
No one expected that Ancestor Jin Yan, who was still lecturing a moment ago, would turn around and leave at this moment. For a moment, everyone looked at each other, not knowing why.
"snort!"
Xiao Naihe snorted coldly, and moved slightly, as if a civet cat was stretching, opening it in a weird posture, clenching his fists, and jumping out with a burst of fist power.
"The human-dragon fist destroys everything!"
A dragon roar immediately burst out from this fist.
"What a powerful punch."
When the clone of Patriarch Jin Yan just felt Xiao Naihe's fist burst out, he immediately felt the pain of being torn apart in his soul.
His clone only has the strength of the early eighth level, which is far inferior to his original form.
Now that he felt the impact of Xiao Naihe, the fear in his heart became more and more obvious. He trembled and said in a very sharp voice: "You guys stop this person quickly. This person is Xiao Naihe from Yantian Pavilion. If you can get this If someone stops or even kills him, the Blood Prison Ancestor will definitely be rewarded, even if he becomes an eighth-level master, he will have a chance."
There must be a brave man under a heavy reward.
After hearing the words of Ancestor Jin Yan, these people suddenly felt excited, sharpening their knives.
A strong fighting spirit was woven all of a sudden, and even Zhu Jia could clearly feel the thoughts of these people.
In Zhu Jia's view, Xiao Naihe stopped the Jin Yan Ancestor because of Xiao Naihe's overwhelming strength.
But from other people's perspective, Patriarch Jin Yan and Xiao Naihe seemed to be on equal footing.
Normally, these people would not dare to have such thoughts, but when they heard the words of Ancestor Jin Yan, taking down this person would make him an eighth-level master, everyone suddenly became restless.
"Zhu Jia, don't you want to show your loyalty? Suppress these people one by one."
Xiao Naihe glanced at the others and said in an extremely cold tone.
"good."
Zhu Jia nodded. After all, she was a master who had entered the eighth level and survived nine calamities.
Although there are 30,000 masters in the field, they are far inferior to Zhu Jia, a strong man.
"It must be done beautifully for Xiao Naihe. This man is a strong man who can conquer even the master. If I do well, maybe he will be taken as a confidant in the future, which will also be of great help to me."
It has to be said that Zhu Jia is also a smart person and sees hope in Xiao Naihe's strong strength.
Xiao Naihe is a ninth-level master. Even if this kind of existence falls in the four realms, it is already a first-class peak existence.
After Zhu Jia entered the eighth level, he increasingly felt the difficulty of his own progress. If he took refuge in Xiao Naihe's disciples, it would be tens of thousands of times better than taking refuge in the disciples of Patriarch Dai Jun.
Besides, even Master was subdued by Xiao Naihe, and Zhu Jia knew what to do.
This idea flashed in my mind instantly, and I made a decision quickly.
"Nine Heavenly Thunders, Divine Sky Lightning!"
Suddenly bursts of light floated on Zhu Jia's body. When this burst of light flickered, it suddenly seemed to merge into the sky.
A strong thundercloud suddenly floated over from the distance and enveloped the entrance of the Temple of Heaven. The entire altar was covered with black clouds.
Boom boom boom!
The thunderstorm was raging wildly, and for a moment it seemed that an unknown world had opened up. At this time, Zhu Jia seemed to have transformed into a powerful thunder and lightning messenger.
When this burst of thunder burst out, it was like stars colliding, and violent thunder boomed, shaking the entire imperial city to collapse.
"This is Thunder Nine Heavens, a master of nine thunder tribulations. He is an eighth-level powerhouse, an eighth-level powerhouse."
"I know this woman. This woman is Zhu Jia, the disciple of Patriarch Dai Jun. I heard that she has entered the eighth level not long ago and has passed through nine tribulations."
"Could it be that Ancestor Dai Jun came and knew that Ancestor Jin Yan and Ancestor Blood Prison were cooperating?"
"We are not opponents, Ancestor Jin Yan, please help!"
For a moment, the entire field screamed and screamed, asking for help from Ancestor Jin Yan.
But how did they know that the current ancestor Jin Yan could not protect himself.