Dragon Vein Martial God

Qingyang confirmed the identity of the corpse through the pieces of cloth, and was shocked... Then he spoke to Zhu Yuan, hoping that Zhu Yuan could persuade Jiang Ting to take action. Sitting here, even if you don't do anything, you can deter all those who have bad intentions.

"But..." Zhu Yuan subconsciously wanted to deny it, but at the end of his words, he whispered: "Forget it, let's go to find Fellow Daoist Jiang..."

He didn't want to expose Jiang Ting in advance, but the matter became more and more bizarre, and the person who shot it seemed to be more and more reckless... Now, that's the only way it can be.

Qing Yang's eyes flickered slightly, but he didn't speak, and together with Zhu Yuan, he quickly approached the mountain.

After reaching the yard.

Qingyang showed a little discomfort: "Jiang Ting is not here... Could it be that Fellow Daoist Jiang doesn't want to be involved?"

Zhu Yuan's expression also showed an ugly look... In Zhu Yuan's opinion, although he and Jiang Ting were not familiar with each other, at least they were both elders of Zishuang Sect.

Even if you don't want to blend in, it's better to refuse intuitively than to leave without telling.

After a while, Zhu Yuanqiang laughed: "It should be something to go out for the time being."

"It should be..." Qing Yang responded with a three-pointed smile.

Then he said again: "Brother Zhu, you have been working very hard these days... You should rest here first, I will go down and check carefully to see who it is related to, don't refuse, after the real culprit is found, I am afraid You also need to rely on Brother Zhu and the prestige of the Zishuang Sect behind you to deter you, after that, I am afraid that there will be Brother Zhu when you are busy..."

"Alright." Zhu Yuan nodded slightly.

King Qingyang turned and left... He was far away, his eyes were slightly squinting, he didn't know what he was thinking about, or, what was he feeling?

Soon, with his feet a little, he disappeared outside the Imperial Palace.

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After half an hour.

Not far from the Imperial Palace, under the night sky, Jiang Ting rode the silver dragon in the flying boat and turned towards the Zishuang Gate at a very fast speed.

fly fly.

Jiang Ting suddenly felt a little stuffy... No, it's not a feeling, it's a fact.

The air around him seemed to have stopped flowing.

Reiki, also seems to be frozen.

The flying boat, which was galloping, was forced to stop in mid-air... Suddenly, his heart began to shiver, as if something bad was about to happen.

Ya didn't act rashly, suppressed his anxiety, clasped his fists and looked at the four directions: "I don't know which senior is here, if Jiang accidentally offended the senior, please forgive me."

"Jiang Ting..." With a whisper, a man wearing a clown's smiling face mask appeared outside the flying boat.

Breath, unfathomable.

After looking at it for a while, Jiang Ting's pupils shrank slightly.

"You, recognize this seat." The clown mask's voice was hoarse.

Jiang Ting shook his head instantly: "Senior is joking, the senior's cultivation base does not want to show his appearance, and the junior He Dehe can see the true face."

He looked as usual, not like a fake.

"What do you think, how to die." The clown mask's eyes were revealing, mocking.

"..." Jiang Ting fell silent, as if, not knowing how to answer?

Half a breath, Jiang Ting suddenly stretched out his hand and took out a moving amulet, and the one that had been burned out.

Spatial fluctuations spread, ripples spread... With Jiang Ting Tianjing's peak cultivation, he could even clearly sense the force of space pulling his body.

Just when he was about to escape into space and teleport away.

The masked man suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed his claws.

An invisible air wave churned... The power of space that had just appeared trembled slightly, and disappeared silently.

Jiang Ting's expression changed slightly... Such a strong strength, this was the first time someone had been there. When he was about to leave with the Shifting Talisman, he abruptly suppressed the fluctuation of the power of space.

Previously, when he faced the phantom of the great ancestor Huaying ancestor, the phantom could not stop him... Is it because the Huaying in front of him was a real body, not an avatar?

Although the mind is very anxious, Jiang Ting's face is still forcibly maintained. Under the calm, there is just three points of fear: "Senior, I don't know where the junior has sinned against the senior? Even if you die, it is better for the senior to let the junior die and understand? "

"When you die, this seat will tell the answer to your corpse." With a whisper, the Huaying grabbed Jiang Ting again, and a terrifying suction appeared.

He even forcibly pulled Jiang Ting out of the flying boat and imprisoned him about three feet in front of him... and even suppressed the mana in Jiang Ting's body with tyrannical coercion.

There is no fighting back.

This clown mask person is not only a baby transformation, but also a leader in baby transformation!

Looking at the clown mask again, after imprisoning Jiang Ting, he didn't talk nonsense. He stretched out his hand again, and two phantoms of animal claws rose up, one hit Jiang Ting's head, and the other attacked his Dantian Zifu.

Once the rock falls... ten lives, a hundred lives or even a thousand lives are not enough to die!

So embarrassed, to die here?

Claws, close...close...

At the moment when he was about to touch Jiang Ting, Jiang Ting's eyes showed a three-point shadow: "King Qingyang... Should I call you Qingyang of the Imperial Palace, or the Demon Race?"

A "bang" sounded.

One, the pure armor composed of dragon scales suddenly appeared on Jiang Ting's body surface... The scale armor was not glorious, it was like armor that was randomly built, uneven and hideous.

More like, it can fall apart with a single blow.

However... the two beast claws hit the armor, except for the ripples, which knocked Jiang Ting flying with one blow, and had no other effect.

The eyes of the clown mask were inexplicable: "Sure enough, he has armor, but he didn't lie."

"You can't kill me."

After a pause, Jiang Ting exhaled slightly: "Jiang does not want to be involved in the matter of Huangji Palace, let Jiang leave, and Jiang will pretend that he has never been to Huangji Palace."

"Begging for mercy can be said so confidently, worthy of being a famous Tianjiao." The clown mask applauded.

Jiang Ting's eyes were three-pointed, and then he reached out and took the token from his waist.

The clown mask didn't shoot either, so he looked at it leisurely: "Your mana has been frozen, and the demon is very curious, how do you transmit the message."

Jiang Ting held the token for a while, sneered, and invisible ripples began to spread around his body.

The power of heaven and earth.

"I really underestimated you..." The clown mask condensed.

Immediately, his figure flashed, and he instantly appeared in front of Jiang Ting and punched out.

Jiang Ting was knocked flying again, and the power of heaven and earth that had been mobilized was also forced to disperse because of this impact.

When the clown mask saw this, he laughed softly: "I'm afraid it's still a little troublesome for you to spread the letter... Is it not good to be killed honestly, why do you have to experience the fear before death, or, this is the survival of the ants will?"

Feeling the body that was constantly being knocked into the air, completely uncontrollable, and glanced at the armor on the body and the token of the sect that was being held.

Jiang Ting's face became more and more gloomy.

Trouble, hit and beat, go, but also can't get away!
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