Just became a beast, someone built a sect on my hill

Chapter 72
wow.

chi...

Blood is coming out!

Smooth and round fur, one sword, split!

The huge monster was split into two halves from the center.

Slope gently.

The green blood poured out, like a gushing fountain, spreading towards the surroundings...

Pfft!
The fur-like body with two chapped petals, tilted to a certain angle, quickly fell into the swamp under the action of gravity.

Make a noise.

The smooth fur began to sink slowly downward.

grunt.

The monster's body seeped into the depths of the swamp sluggishly, exuding rotten-smelling mud bubbles.

"What a stinky monster!"

Wang Qiang frowned, turned around with strides, and returned from the sky.

"Master Uncle is amazing, if he makes a casual move, this terrifying monster can be easily caught!"

Mao Li walked towards the side of the boat, took two steps forward, and said hey.

"Get out of here." Wang Qiang patted Mao Li on the shoulder, and scolded with a smile: "You boy, you don't know how to do something serious all day long, you just know how to flatter horses."

"Senior Brother Cang Zhuo knows how to cultivate, isn't he still the same as me, stuck in the Heavenly Moat of Transforming God..." Mao Li murmured softly, stepping on his feet.

"Ok?"

Wang Qiang glared at Mao Li.

Mao Li shrank his neck and turned his face away, not daring to look at Wang Qiang's admonishing gaze.

"Mi Chenghuang, haha, it's okay."

Wang Qiang took big strides, looked at the little old man and the three of them and said.

Here

Civet cat Xiaobei hid under Wang Ye's crotch, trembling.

This made Wang Qiang's pleasure after slaying the monster to the fullest.

The pace couldn't help but become a little more chic.

He has a mediocre face, and in order to practice the sword at the beginning, it was to...be handsome!

That's the only way to be happy...

One person with one sword cuts all the vulgarity in the world, just like showing the holiness in front of people.

"Wang Jianxian, this monster is..." The little old man cupped his hands, hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The 'weird' among the ancient spirits?"

The so-called ancient spirits and strange things are actually a saying handed down from ancient times.

According to legend, before the establishment of the Hedong Dynasty.

At that time, the five major monastic systems had not yet fully formed.

In the world at that time, human monsters were still low-end, but there were four major races that roamed the world.

In the ages and ages, only these four clans are the best!

Ancient, spiritual, clear and strange!
The ancients actually refer to the second category of dragon and phoenix.

This kind of race, which is cultivated by heaven and earth, is very powerful.

From birth, he has the power equivalent to that of a demon king or even a demon king.

After adulthood, the state of transformation and distraction can be found everywhere.

Vertical and horizontal, churning all over the world, it's easy!

There are even those with strong blood and extraordinary talents, once transformed into real dragons and phoenixes, they will be the overlords of one side!
Even today, the old dragons of the dragon clan and the phoenix emperors of the phoenix clan are all the top combat powers in the world.

Compared with the Emperor of the Hedong Dynasty, the owner of the Tongtian Pavilion is not much different!
The same is true for the Spirit Race.

For example, Wang Ye at this time, or the Tianxuan bird in Fengshan, Zuo Qingling's cousin.

In the eyes of the world, they all belong to the spirit race.

The fifth layer of natural moat can be easily broken, and then practice all the way up, the talent is extraordinary!

Spirit race creatures, relying solely on the power of blood, are not inferior to the true ancestors of dragons and phoenixes.

If there is a breakthrough, it can also become a saint and become an ancestor!
The same is true for the other Qing and Weird clans.

However, the four clans are now extinct.

Even the ancient clan ranked first among the four clans, the dragon and phoenix, is still rare and rare.

Although it is still a force that cannot be ignored, its influence is far less than before.

After all, in terms of total number, there are more cultivators of the five major systems, and the cohesive power is stronger.

The Hedong Dynasty, Wanshan Mountains in the southwest, and the Hexi Kingdoms.

The rule of the three major forces is as unshakable as a solid city!

Even if such an overlord as the real dragon and the real phoenix, although the right to speak is not weak, but when it comes to truth, they are only attached to the southwestern Wanshan or the Hedong Dynasty.

As for the other three races, Spirit, Qing, and Monster.

If the ancient race is still rare, then these three races can only be said to be almost extinct!
It is not an exaggeration to say that it is extinct...

There are no top-notch powerhouses anymore, only the rustling legacy remains.

"Hmm...not really." Wang Qiang thought for a while, based on his knowledge of the Qingcheng Sword Sect, he certainly didn't know the saying of "ancient spirit and clear strangeness", on the contrary, he knew more than the little old man.

"It's just a hybrid with a hint of 'weird' power."

The so-called strange powers and chaotic gods are not talking about the natural power of the "weird" people.

In ancient times, there was a saying of killing ghosts and gods with one punch!

You know, anyone who dares to call themselves ghosts and gods must be at least the eighth-level incense and fire giant!

"As for the monsters..."

Wang Qiang's voice gradually weakened, and he seemed to be whispering while walking.

Fear flashed in his eyes.

These races are, after all, ancient races.

Bloodline, inheritance, innate and unique.

If it really exists, even if he is in the same realm as him, he can easily beat him to the ground.

Moreover, he is still a sword immortal with extremely strong combat power, and he is even worse than other immortal sects.

Sword Immortal is awesome, but I can't bear it, he is a pervert...

Of course, among their sword celestial beings, there are also heavenly ones.

For the hardcore generation, that little evildoer master uncle of their Qingcheng Sword Sect... is known as the evildoer who is not stingy with the ancient four clans!

"It is rumored that there are monsters appearing in the land of no man." Wang Qiang walked over, sat on the ground, and said:
"However, apart from the ancient four clans of the South China Sea, the Taihang Phoenix clan, and the Southwest Yufeng clan, the other three clans are almost extinct! There are only some rumors left for joking."

"No man's land?" Wang Ye murmured.

He noticed Wang Qiang's words.

Some strange...

"Oh..." Wang Qiang smiled lightly, and explained: "We in Southern Sichuan Province are used to calling this a land without an owner. Since the three major powers do not govern it, it is natural that there is no owner."

In this way, Wang Ye understood.

Black Horn Domain...

In addition, he also understands some strange things.

According to common knowledge, he belongs to the "Spirit Race" among the four races, so he is somewhat interested in such secrets.

"In fact, there are legends about strange people appearing in this Yunlai Swamp."

Wang Qiang said with a smile, anyway, he doesn't believe these rumors.

Otherwise, once they meet, wouldn't it be cool...

"The mud ridge is magnificent?"

The little old man suddenly brightened his eyes and said.

Along the way, he was specifically inquiring about some strange things.

I'd rather believe it, never believe it!
Especially those who are powerful but not famous.

After all, only such an existence... will you be able to see Daojun show his might if you meet him~~
"Yes."

Wang Qiang nodded, he did not expect a half-step Nascent Soul City God to know so much.

Knowing the four clans of "Ancient Spirits and Qingwei" is nothing more than that, but I didn't expect to know even "Niling Hongjun"...

But Wang Ye frowned.

Although he was interested in these rumors, he didn't want to run into the muddy mountains.

Looking at Wang Qiang's fear hidden in the depths of his pupils, he knew... this mud ridge must be very strong!

at this time,

Wang Qiang's voice just fell.

As the sword boat rumbled forward,

"squeak"

In the distant swamp, several sharp thorns suddenly appeared on the horizontal mud surface.

It pierced through the mud and made a weird sound.

(End of this chapter)