The big guy behind the curtain

Chapter 215 The King of Zhongzhou
Zhongzhou, Shangqing domain.

Fuyao Holy Land is millions of miles away.

The sun shines on the earth, and the desert is hot.

The clear water of the lake is quiet, and if you touch it with your fingertips, you can feel the coolness pouring into your heart. There are many creatures swimming in the lake, such as huge herrings, krill that seems to be mutated, and aquatic plants that emit a faint blue light.

The boat is leisurely, floating in the water and going down the current.

The river is not wide, nor is it too fast. The bank is full of aquatic plants, and the scent of the grass is mixed with the smell of the soil, which makes him feel the endless nature.

On the surface of the water, fish jumped up from time to time, splashing one after another, revealing the white belly of the fish, which is very vivid.

Ye Mo lay on a lone boat, reviewing the harvest of the past two months.

"Two months, one hundred and five bloody battles, fighting every day, I saw a total of [-] holy masters of the evil spirits in the western desert, and I personally beheaded [-] killers in the underworld and the world. "

It can be said that the conflict between Ximo's evil spirit and Ye Mo is irreconcilable.

Adhering to the principle that one thing more is worse than one thing less, the powerhouses of the Palace of Longevity and the evil spirits of Ximo worked together to encircle and suppress Ye Mo with the people of the Killer Dynasty. Many times, they almost drove him to a desperate situation.

Fortunately, Goldfinger did not trap Ye Mo, and saved himself from danger several times.

But at the same time, he was chased for two months with serious injuries, and that period of time can be called a nightmare.

Ye Mo's eyes are deep, and there are endless principles hidden in his eyes.

After fighting for two months and experiencing nearly a hundred battles to the death, his mind was thoroughly polished.

final battle.

Thirty of the great powers of Ximo were beheaded by him, the innate yin spirits were almost half dead, and Ye Mo slaughtered millions of evil spirits in a steady stream.

Similarly, he himself was also disabled, seriously injured, and forced to leave the Eastern Wasteland and escape to Zhongzhou.

Right now Ye Mo is still recuperating from his injuries, but when he recovers from his injuries, his cultivation will take a step forward. It is estimated that he will be able to break through the barriers and enter Immortal Two in just two years.

At that time, Ye Mo was only 19 years old, which was a shocking number.

As night fell, Ye Mo took out his wine bag, drank a few sips of water and wine, lay down on the lone boat and fell asleep peacefully, letting the boat drift down naturally.

In the constant escape, his sense of spirit became more and more sensitive, and gradually, Ye Mo developed a new magical function, which is similar to the previous formula, which can sense future events.

It's vague, but it's better than knowing nothing.

"boom"

In the middle of the night, the leaf boat collided with a boat ahead. Ye Mo woke up and entered a wide river at some point.

Starry, there was a large boat in the river tens of feet long, with lights flickering, many people looked down, and someone asked, "Who crashed into the boat?"

"I'm sorry everyone."

Ye Mo apologized.

The people on the boat were quite surprised that there are still people around this barren mountain, which is rare, so they invited Ye Mo to board the boat, and chatted to relieve the boring journey.

This is a large ship that sails on the river all year round. There are ordinary mortals and many monks on it. Many people can't sleep at night and stand on the deck chatting.

Inside, there is obviously a leader, that is a middle-aged man, his cultivation is not bad, he has reached the level of dragon transformation, the people around are quite respectful to him, but he waved his hand and said with a smile that there is no need to be so.

Ye Mo paid some money to the owner of the big ship, that is, the middle-aged man, and officially became a passenger. He listened quietly to the discussions of these people.

"During this period of time, it is no different from a period of darkness and turmoil. Evil spirits are all over the sky, and they are specially catching monks like us who have no background."

An old man with a sad face.

"This place is not bad. If you go to Donghuang, you will know what purgatory is."

"Those evil spirits treat people as food, livestock, and raise them in their territory."

The middle-aged man's voice was cold, and it could be seen that he was extremely dissatisfied.

"No, Zhongzhou held a grand meeting separately, inviting all parties to come and discuss this matter together."

Some monks were sighing and talking about recent events.

"If you want me to say, our human race doesn't lack such a little combat power, why don't we just fight there? Do we have to go around such a big circle?"

"Isn't it a waste of time to hold any meetings?"

A young man looked angry.

"Brother Dao, what are you talking about?"

The monks around hurriedly persuaded him.

"You don't know that. The reason why those big bosses didn't make a move is because something happened at the border again!"

"border?"

"That's right, the Primordial Ten Thousand Clans are ready to move, and want to contain it from the outside, so as to distract our dynasty in Zhongzhou,"

"Well, the only people who are really willing to make a move in today's Beidou are the people from Zhongzhou. The people in Beiyuan are of mixed blood, and they don't know anything about those ancient peoples. The Western Desert has fallen and turned into a paradise for evil spirits. There are many races in Nanling. The human race has not yet been unified and cannot be distracted."

"Sadly, if the great emperor of our clan is still alive, those creatures would dare not even say a word, so how could they dare to bully them!"

"If the Great Emperor of Shenzhou is still alive, he will hold the emperor's soldiers and drive all monsters into reincarnation!"

Ye Mo listened quietly.

"If we really want to prosper, it is not enough to rely on the emperor alone. Our entire human race must become strong."

A man in black suddenly spoke.

Everyone looked away.

This is a very young man with a slender figure and a handsome appearance. His eyes shine like stars in the sky, and the black battle suit he wears has a cold metallic luster.

In his hand is holding a black sword, its blade is very sharp, a little bit of blood is looming, and the endless killing intent is sealed, as if drinking the blood of thousands of living beings.

There is no doubt that this is one of the top talents of the human race.

Almost no one on board knew when he came.

Only Ye Mo knew that he had traveled tens of thousands of miles to come here.

"Dare to ask brother's name?"

Some people were surprised and asked quickly.

They have been away from home for so many years, so their eyesight is naturally not bad.

"Fuyao Holy Land, Xuan Ming."

As soon as these words came out, there were constant sounds of astonishment.

Even Ye Mo raised his head and stared at him carefully.

"It was him."

Ye Mo whispered, he had heard of the name of the Son of Xuanming as early as when he traveled, but he had never seen it.

At that time, Holy Son Xuanming, Qing Ge, and Tsing Yi were twelve holy sons in total, different from Ye Mo, who "eating soft rice", he had a much better reputation.

"Dare to ask brother where?"

"Exorcism!"

Xuanming's texture is loud and his expression is determined.

"Great goodness."

Everyone admired and saluted one after another.

Although Ye Mo didn't salute, he still nodded his head to show his respect.

In troubled times, although there are outstanding people, few people are as willing to make contributions as Ye Mo. Xuanming's trip can relieve a lot of pressure on the Eastern Wasteland Holy Land.

"I'm afraid I will die in the past."

A voice came, the words were faint, with a few hints of ridicule.

"who?"

The middle-aged man shouted.

"Do you want to declare your name?"

"There is nothing wrong with it, but I think it would be better for Xuan Ming on the other side to say it."

A woman, proud and glamorous, with fluttering blue clothes, ethereal and clear, standing quietly under the night sky, a jade flute appeared in her hand, crystal clear, engraved with complicated and mysterious Dao patterns, there was a kind of aura of Dao flowing, she One with heaven and earth.

(End of this chapter)