Devouring Sword God

Chapter 1087 Tian Gang
"a show?"

Hearing this kind of speculation, the faces of several Linghou were all stunned, as if they had thought of something.

That's right, they were all beaten like this, and none of the old ancestors showed up. Obviously, those old ancestors didn't intend to do anything to Yi Xiaoyao at all.

At the same time, the ancestors didn't stop them from attacking Yi Xiaoyao, so they did it on purpose.

In this way, as long as you think about it carefully, it is just as the Linghou guessed, this is a play.

"Let us be so ashamed, is this also what the ancestors meant?"

Although Ling Zhan and the others wanted to understand it, they were still a little hard to accept. After all, they had just lost face in front of the entire Spirit Race, and anyone else would be very upset.

"The embarrassment is also because we are not strong enough, so how can we blame the ancestors?"

The oldest Linghou snorted coldly, if they were strong enough to really defeat Yi Xiaoyao, how could they be ashamed?

As soon as this remark came out, the faces of the others turned red and they stopped talking.

The elder Linghou continued: "What we should think about is not whether we should lose face, but who this play is for."

Immediately, the rest of the people came to their senses and their eyes moved slightly.

"You mean, this play is for the Celestials?"

Ling Zhan and the others said thoughtfully, they could understand the purpose of doing so.

If they easily let Yi Xiaoyao, who has the blood of the ancient real dragon, leave the Spirit Race, then the Celestial Race will definitely think that Yi Xiaoyao has established a certain relationship with the Spirit Race, and will definitely be criticized by the Celestial Race.

But now that Yi Xiaoyao left with his strength, even if the Celestial Race knew that this was a play, it would be impossible for the Spirit Race to do anything.

Although eight people were defeated, it was a bit embarrassing for the Spirit Race.

But at least the matter of offending the Celestials and Humans because of one person is avoided.

Of course, Yi Xiaoyao has the blood of the ancient true dragon, which is indeed worthy of the Spirit Race.

However, those old monsters of the Spirit Race obviously haven't figured out how to treat Yi Xiaoyao next.

If the Spirit Clan recruits Yi Xiaoyao as one of their own, it will offend the Celestial Clan.

If the Spirit Race wants to take away the ancient true dragon blood in Yi Xiaoyao's body, it will not only give the Celestial Race an explanation, but also strengthen the Spirit Race itself.

Of these two options, the Spirit Race would obviously prefer the latter, but if they didn't do so, they must have some scruples.

Therefore, right now, it is the best way to play a show to slow down the Celestials and humans, and then make plans in the future.

"I understand what the ancestors mean."

After thinking for a while, Ling Zhan and the others suddenly nodded.

They kept staring at the direction of Yi Xiaoyao's departure, and then sneered softly: "It's just that although this emperor escaped from our hands, it's really impossible to leave alive, right?"

In the past few days, they have heard that many powerful people from the Celestial Clan have gathered, waiting outside the gate of the Spirit Clan.

Those strong men, even the eight of them, did not dare to face the slightest.

"That's right, the Celestial Human Race actually sent that guy out this time. It seems that their murderous intentions for this emperor are really deep..."

When the spirit waiters said "that guy", their complexions involuntarily tightened slightly.

And just as they said this, in the direction Yi Xiaoyao left, outside the mountain gate, there was an astonishing roar in vain.

I saw a figure who was suddenly blasted into the sky as if he had been hit hard, unable to stop for a long time.

This figure was Yi Xiaoyao who had just left!

"Sure enough, I was stopped, let's go, let's go and have a look!"

Seeing this, Ling Zhan and the others were not surprised. After looking at each other, Qiqi approached in that direction.

Before the few of them approached, they heard a voice, followed by a figure soaring into the sky, and it came out suddenly.

"Hmph! Di Chu, I will wait for you here for three days, how can I let you slip away under my nose?"

That figure, dressed in a golden robe, with a calm and majestic face, closely followed Yi Xiaoyao's blown figure, snorting coldly.

And behind him, Tiansu and other Tiangang generals followed closely behind, blocking all directions.

Yi Xiaoyao had just escaped from the wolf's lair and entered the tiger's lair again. Such a change caused the faces of all the spirit clan people below to change for a while.

Although these people of the Spirit Race all have their own feelings about Yi Xiaoyao.

But at this moment, under such a tense situation, all of them couldn't help but sweat coldly for Yi Xiaoyao, thinking to themselves how Yi Xiaoyao should get out next, or even survive.

Swish!
Yi Xiaoyao retreated violently for a while, finally stopped his figure, and suddenly raised his head to look at the man in the golden robe who was chasing him.

Without thinking about it, he can guess that this person is a strong man of the Celestial Race.

However, what he cares about now is not these, but the strength of the other party's cultivation base!
"Third Tribulation Powerhouse!"

Yi Xiaoyao secretly exhaled, the cultivation aura exuded by this man in golden robe was exactly the aura possessed by the third calamity.

As soon as he left the Spirit Clan's mountain gate just now, he was greeted with a bombardment move by the opponent. Under that move, he could not resist at all, so the current scene happened.

"It seems that you Spirit Race really think highly of me. It's fine to send so many Tiangangs to kill me in the future, but there is still a strong third calamity like you."

The next moment, Yi Xiaoyao stabilized his heart, bursting out with spiritual power from his body, looked at the man in the golden robe and spoke in a deep voice.

"Could it be, are all the strong men of the third catastrophe of the Celestial Race so idle?"

While saying these words, Yi Xiaoyao's heart was still spinning, and he didn't feel despair at all because of an enemy of the third calamity.

Because, from the very beginning of making a big fuss about the Celestials to the present, it was still within his plan.

"Hmph! Di Chu, you are still stubborn when you are about to die!"

The man in the golden robe caught up to Yi Xiaoyao in an instant, but he was not in a hurry, because in his opinion, killing Yi Xiaoyao was as easy as crushing an ant.

"But what you said is correct, if I kill you, even if you die, you will be famous forever!"

As soon as the man in the golden robe finished speaking, Ling Zhan and the other eight spirits finally arrived at this void.

The eight of them first nodded to the surrounding Tiansu and other Tiangang generals, and finally looked at the man in the golden robe, with fear in their eyes.

"Tiangang, I have heard that you have broken through to the third calamity, and seeing you today, it is indeed true."

The oldest spirit waiter looked at the man in the golden robe and said with a sigh.

As he said, this man in the golden robe is named Tiangang, and he is also a general of Tiangang.

Of course, it would be a big mistake to treat him as an ordinary Tiangang general, because his status among the 36 Tiangang generals is extremely high.

This point can be seen just from his name.

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(End of this chapter)