The steward of Tianji Pavilion secretly notified the people in Hanshan as soon as Xiaode appeared. However, seeing the brown luster in Xiaode's animal pupils getting deeper and brighter, he knew it was too late , hurried forward to prepare to protect Chen Changsheng, and then prayed for Han Shanli to respond as soon as possible.
Once the genius of the monster race, who is known for both wisdom and madness, decided to do something, he must have figured out all the reasons. Even if he didn't kill Chen Changsheng, he only needed to humiliate the future Pope, or he could accomplish the purpose of his trip, but this is not what Tianji Pavilion would like to see.
There may be some problems between His Majesty the Pope and Old Man Tianji, but how can Tianji Pavilion watch the future Pope be humiliated in his own territory
In addition to the steward of the Tianji Pavilion, dozens of ascetics held the hilt of their waists at the same time and looked at Xiaode vigilantly. Already in his hand, his eyes were extremely cold, as if as long as Xiaode dared to make a move, he would be willing to sacrifice his life to protect Chen Changsheng's dignity.
This is because most of the dozens of ascetics on the mountain road are human races, and they are all followers of the state religion.
How could they allow the future pope of the state religion to be humiliated by the monster race
Xiaode looked at the dozens of human ascetics who were waiting in full force, a hint of ridicule flashed in his eyes.
His expression did not become dignified, but instead he put his hands behind his back, appearing extremely disdainful.
With this movement, his originally not very burly body turned into a mountain peak.
He looked at these human ascetics, condescending.
He is a real strong man, and he has completed his star-gathering form, and he can even faintly see the dividing line between the sacred realm and the secular world.
The sage and the eight directions have not yet come. Except for the top ranking gods of the Zhou Dynasty, those big figures from the state religion and various sects, and Wang Po, Xiao Zhang, and Liang Wangsun who are also on the Xiaoyao list, who will be him? opponent
A wind blows from the mountains and forests, rolling up pieces of yellow leaves, bringing an unimaginable coercion.
Whether it was the casual cultivator with the sword in his hand, or dozens of human practitioners who were about to fight, they suddenly found that they had lost the ability to make a move, and even lost the courage to make a move. The manager of the Tianji Pavilion also had an expression on his face For the first time, I felt strong remorse for the arrangement of going to Hanshan this time.
Why must the state church cavalry be prohibited from entering the mountain with Chen Changsheng as his attendant
If Mao Qiuyu and the King of Ling Hai were present, would this powerful monster be as arrogant as he is now
Zhong Hui, who had been standing behind the crowd, turned a little pale, but his eyes became hardened. With a muffled grunt, he grabbed the hilt of his sword.
Zhexiu was expressionless, his knees bent slightly, staring at Xiaode's throat, like a hungry wolf, his pupils instantly turned red, ready to transform.
Standing at the front, Chen Changsheng felt the most real and intense coercion.
It can even be said that at least half of the coercion released by Xiaode was borne by him.
His expression remained unchanged, and he slowly raised his left hand in the howling mountain wind.
He holds a dagger in his left hand, which is a word of please.
The name of the sword is Wugou, and the name of the sheath is Zangfeng. He is a sword hidden in the sheath, ready to show its true edge at any time.
In fact, whether it was the martial arts performance in front of the Orthodox Academy, or the battle with Xu Yourong on the Naihe Bridge, he had never fully revealed his full strength. At this time, he had no choice but to hold back when facing the top powerhouses on the Xiaoyao List who were on the same level as Wang Poxiang.
For the next battle, he didn't know what the ending would be, whether it was a failure or doomed, but he wanted to see if he could stab the opponent with a sword.
The Wandao sword in the scabbard, any sword will do.
Or, he wanted to try to see if he could cut this person down.
Wuhui's one hundred and eight swords in front of Duanbeilu, any sword will do.
Seeing Chen Changsheng's expression, Xiaode's eyes narrowed even more, as if he had turned into a tiger dozing in the sun, but the gaze in the slits of his eyes was colder, and the yellow-brown fierce light became more violent, he was a little surprised by this man It was actually stronger than the rumors, and it seemed that he really had the ability to resist himself for a moment.
"Please let me go."
Suddenly a person came down the mountain road.
That person was wearing a blue dress, with his head bowed and his voice low, giving off a very humble, or in other words, unable to impress.
The crowd gradually parted, making way for the man in Tsing Yi who came suddenly.
"Thank you." The man in Tsing Yi lowered his head and continued to walk upwards.
It wasn't until they got out of the way that people realized that the situation was a little weird.
The aura in the field before has been completely controlled by the aura released by the monster master, no one can move it at all, even the movement of drawing a sword can't be done.
Why did the man in Tsing Yi ask everyone to make way, so everyone was able to move
Zhong Hui looked at the back of the man in Tsing Yi, with extremely complicated emotions in his eyes. When he first entered Cold Mountain today, he met Chen Changsheng and was forced to bow his head in salute. After seeing so many experts, he, who had gained a lot in the past year and was inevitably proud, suddenly understood something.
The man in Tsing Yi walked along the mountain path, seemingly slowly, but it didn't take long for him to pass through the crowd.
He walked past Tang Thirty-Six and Zhe Xiu, brushed past Chen Changsheng's body, and then came to Xiaode's body.
Until now, he still lowered his head and drooped his shoulders, no one saw his face.
Looking at the back of the man in Tsing Yi, Chen Changsheng was a little surprised.
"Please let me go."
The man in Tsing Yi said to Xiaode, his voice was very low, and his attitude was very humble.
Xiaode didn't give way, his eyes narrowed even more.
He once saw a person who liked to wear Tsing Yi, and that person also liked to droop his shoulders.
If he hadn't met that person, he might have recognized the man in Tsing Yi as that person.
Because in his eyes, this man in Tsing Yi is as scary as that man.
But that person drooped his shoulders, more like a wordless attitude towards the sky, shabby and noble, counting the accounts in the shop, but worrying about the hearts of the world.
The man in Tsing Yi drooped his shoulders, showing his attitude towards the world of mortals. In his eyes, the world was full of dead people, and the collapse of his shoulders was just for the convenience and speed of drawing his sword.
Xiaode didn't know the man in Tsing Yi, and he didn't want to give way, his breathing suddenly became violent, like a howling mountain wind.
He released all his realm and aura, and the coercion suddenly became even more terrifying.
The man in Tsing Yi didn't seem to notice anything, he still stood quietly in front of him, with his head down and his shoulders drooping.
The man in Tsing Yi didn't do anything, just stood there in an ordinary way, but seemed to disappear.
That's the really scary thing.
After an unknown amount of time, the man in Tsing Yi moved and walked up the mountain path with his head down.
Xiaode's expression was cold and stern, his palms came from the sky, they joined in front of him, countless sandstones and bark were blown by the strong wind, and they slapped the man in Tsing Yi.
For a while, sand and stones were walking on the mountain road, and the yellow wind filled the air, and the vision became blurred.
Suddenly, a beam of sword light lit up, illuminating all the wind and sand, cutting through the terrifying coercion.