Supreme Evil Sky

"Teleportation? You are a holy rank? How is this possible?"

Not only this person, even Zhao Qing was startled by Wu Zhenghao's sudden teleportation...

Originally, he knew in his heart that Wu Zhenghao would definitely not be as simple as the seventh-rank Martial Ancestor he wanted to show, but all he could think of was probably the peak Martial Master, why would he think about that Martial Saint? ?

As we all know, teleportation is the sign of a holy rank powerhouse!

"Brother, did you really teleport?" Zhao Qing looked at Wu Zhenghao with a strange expression and asked.

"Haha, so it's..."

Wu Zhenghao smiled without denying it, and then his eyes fell on the person with the green bamboo flute again, and said in a cold voice with no expression on his face, "Be honest, who are you guys? How did you get the long-lost "" "Beast Control Art", and what is the connection with Xuanyunmen?"

"Today I'm dead, but you don't want to get any news from me! Even if you are a holy rank!" The man looked very strong, without any timidity, which made Wu Zhenghao slightly surprised .

"Huh, is it?"

There was a mocking smile on the corner of Wu Zhenghao's mouth, and he stretched out his hand abruptly, only to see the shadow of his hand flicker, and he took the green bamboo flute around the man's waist...

"give me back!"

The man hastily made a sound, but his outstretched hand caught nothing, and he couldn't match Wu Zhenghao's speed at all.

"Care so much about this thing?"

The bamboo flute in his hand shook slightly, and Wu Zhenghao said with a light smile, "As far as I know, besides the more commonly known warriors, there are also seven-color bamboo flutes for the strength division of the Beast Control Sect, which are divided into red, orange, yellow, green, and green Blue and purple are different ranks! Purple is the strongest, and can control ninth-rank monsters, I wonder if what the old man said is correct?"

"Hmph! So what?" The man curled his lips, but his eyes were still on the bamboo flute in Wu Zhenghao's hand, like his beloved lover.

"Hehe, your green bamboo flute is not bad in ranking!"

Wu Zhenghao waved his bamboo flute, and continued to smile, "If the old man's guess is correct, you were the one who controlled the group of fifth-order monsters we encountered just now? Unexpectedly, you, a mere ninth-order Martial Emperor, can actually control There are so many fifth-order monsters! The "Beast Control Art" of the Beast Control Sect is really not easy!"

"Hmph!" The man snorted again, but a hint of fear flashed deep in his pupils.

"Moreover, your movement is also extremely strange, it doesn't look like you came from the Beast Control Sect!"

Wu Zhenghao gently scratched his back with the green bamboo flute, he didn't care about the man's eyes that wanted to kill, and continued to say calmly, "If the old man guessed correctly, maybe you are no longer simply a beast-controlling sect, but... ..."

After a pause, Wu Zhenghao took a deep breath and said, "It's because you recently obtained the "Beast Control Art" accidentally, so you want to use "Beast Control Art" to plan some unknown secrets like you?"

"Brother Wu, why do you say that?" Zhao Qing asked very puzzled.

"Hehe, bro, think about it, if they are really beast masters, how could it take so long to erupt?"

Wu Zhenghao replied with a smile, "Secondly, they must have inquired about your strength beforehand, brother. Naturally, it is impossible not to know that you are an eighth-level Martial Ancestor, but why do you want to control those fifth-level monsters to come to death? If I guessed correctly , I am afraid that the green bamboo flute is the highest level they can master! Even if they have cyan, blue or even purple, they may not be able to play it!"

"Brother is really wise! I admire you so much!" Zhao Qing suddenly realized, but at the same time he was self-harming. Zhao Qing didn't see the real person in the threat from the Beast Control Sect. Fear, I can't help but blush when I think of it now.

"not good!"

Suddenly, Wu Zhenghao's complexion changed suddenly, and the green bamboo flute in his hand suddenly broke open, and the ninth-rank Martial Emperor in front of him immediately spurted out a mouthful of blood, the scarlet blood dyed his clothes red, and his whole face instantly became sluggish and pale, as if he was covered in blood. It was as if all spirits had been drained.

"Brother, what's the matter?" Zhao Qing immediately asked anxiously.

"Tiaohu Lishan!"

Wu Zhenghao didn't have time to explain anything, he hurriedly said, "Brother, let's hurry back to Xuanyunmen with this person in mind, I'm afraid something is wrong! I hope there is still time!"

"Tiaohu Lishan?"

Zhao Qing was not an idiot, he had already thought through it when Wu Zhenghao's words fell, and immediately grabbed the sluggish ninth-rank Martial Emperor, followed Wu Zhenghao and rushed towards Xuanyunmen.

…………

Xuanyunmen, originally a fairyland environment on earth, is now covered by countless monsters, even though most of them are only fourth-order, but even so, the disciples of Xuanyunmen are tired of coping. They are filled with a bloody smell, which makes people feel sick just looking at them...

"Three elders, hundreds of our disciples have died tragically at the hands of monsters, what should we do now?" In the main hall of Xuanyunmen, a disciple covered in blood couldn't help crying.

Zhao Jue's face was ugly, and the other two elders who were already sect ranks also had serious expressions. The roars and pained groans of Xuanyunmen disciples heard in their ears, as if they were ringing in their hearts. Constantly beating their hearts...

"Well, let's go out, and the third elder will stay here to help!"

The First Elder and the Second Elder looked at each other, and said solemnly, "No matter what, we must protect the foundation of Xuanyunmen, and we cannot let Xuanyunmen be ruined!"

"Thank you for your hard work!" Zhao Jue nodded solemnly, "Even if I, Zhao Jue, die, I will never let the thieves from the Beast Control Sect come in!"

"Okay! Let's go!"

The two elders nodded deeply, their expressions filled with murderous intent, and instantly turned into two beams of light and rushed outside...

What caught my eye was a piece of Asura Hell. Countless demonic beasts poured in one after another as if they didn't stop, and the Xuanyunmen disciples on my side often needed one-on-two, one-on-three, or even more. Most of them are in the stage of great martial arts masters, but how can this be compared with so many monsters?Not to mention, most of these monsters are Tier [-]!

Tier [-] monsters, I am afraid that it will take a great martial artist to risk their lives to kill them, and there are probably no less than a thousand of them here...

"kill!"

The figures of the two elders rushed into the group of monsters in an instant. The two of them, who possessed the strength of Wu Zong, used all kinds of moves almost without reservation. The murderous intent filled the air and temporarily solved the big crisis, but even so , the hordes of Tier [-] monsters also became more and more crazy because of the blood, causing several Xuanyunmen disciples to die tragically one after another.

Clenching his fists, Zhao Jue stood at the entrance of the hall, his expression was solemn and extremely ugly, and there was a little sparkle in his tiger eyes, which was extremely sad.There are quite a few disciples of Xuanyunmen standing beside them, all of them are at the stage of Martial Kings, but each of them gritted their teeth, wishing to rush over and kill all these monsters, but they don't have that strength...

Taking a deep breath, Zhao Jue asked in a deep voice, "How are Zhao Wu, Wang Yufeng and Zhao Qian'er doing now?"

There was a hint of sadness in the voice, and not only a deep sorrow appeared in the eyes...

"Responding to the third elder, they are all practicing outside, and I didn't inform you!" A Martial King behind him replied.

"That's good, at least the roots of our Xuanyun Sect will not be broken!"

Zhao Jue nodded bitterly, and at this moment, an abrupt laugh sounded, "Haha, who said it won't be broken? Once Xuanyunmen is destroyed, I will definitely wipe out these three fish that slipped through the net." Kill! Jie Jie...'Fu Rong Qian Ying' Zhao Qian'er is a little beauty, I must take pity on her, Jie Jie..."

"who?"

Zhao Jue's expression changed instantly, and the disciples of King Wu behind him looked in all directions, and the long swords in their hands also appeared...

"Jie Jie..."

Accompanied by a burst of weird laughter, a middle-aged man wearing a navy blue robe and with a wicked smile on his face flashed from a distance, and seemed to have crossed the barrier of space in an instant, carrying a long shadow Liu Guang appeared in front of Zhao Jue like a ghost...

The evil smile on his face seemed to be so evil, and the light released by those eyes seemed to be able to see through everyone's hearts at a glance. The aura that was displayed alone brought Zhao Jue, the seventh-rank Martial Emperor, an extremely oppressive feeling. The feeling, not to mention those disciples of King Wu, seemed that even breathing became very difficult in an instant...

"Prestige rank?"

Zhao Jue took a deep breath, and uttered two words with an ugly face...

From this person, he could feel a more terrifying aura than his father, Zhao Qing, the peak eighth-rank Martial Ancestor!

"Jie Jie... It's really good, you can tell the strength of this seat in one mouthful, haha..."

The man laughed strangely again, like a high-ranking emperor, looked at Zhao Jue contemptuously, and said with a sneer, "Don't say that I didn't give you a chance, if you surrender now, I can guarantee the continuous inheritance of Xuanyunmen. ?”

"dream!"

Although Zhao Jue's body was trembling faintly, he snorted coldly without flinching, "My Xuanyunmen are not afraid of death! Kill me if you have the ability!"

"Tsk tsk... is it?"

There was a sinister light in this person's eyes, and he didn't see any movement. Zhao Jue felt as if he had been hit hard in the chest. The rainbow of blood is full of blood and shock...

"Third Elder...Third Elder..."

The expressions of King Wu's disciples changed all of a sudden, and they rushed to Zhao Jue's side to help him up, and then glared at the man in the navy blue robe, without any timidity, even if he was about to face death.

"Who dares to touch my Xuanyun Sect?"

At this moment, Zhao Qing's voice came from afar, and then he saw Zhao Qing appearing beside Zhao Jue, using energy to stabilize Zhao Jue's injury while dancing his hands, and then turned to look at the man in the navy blue robe , asked in a cold voice, "Who are you?"

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