Fantasy: There Is Something Wrong With This Beastmaster

The language is not surprising!

As Yun Hongliu's voice fell, more than a dozen breaths emerged from the Xuanmen's back mountain, under the Xuanming Ice Mountain.

Like a torrent, the holy breath poured out!

Everyone present at this moment was shocked! Because there are as many as sixteen of these holy breaths! Adding the six persons outside, there are twenty-two holy spirits!

"hiss!"

Everyone gasped at this moment, even Qin Luo who had guessed that the Xuanzu had a lot of background, did not expect the Xuanzu's background to be so luxurious!

Twenty-two plus the five kings and guards are twenty-seven saints!

This is not counting the Xuan Clan below the Lingsheng, the Lingzun level! Spirit Lord class! Enough to form an army!

What was even more unexpected was Yun Hongliu's words, which were simply too shocking.

"You Xuan Clan has accumulated so much over the years? It's not enough!"

As soon as this sentence came out, the spirit saints in the same camp were all ashamed, don't say it anymore, don't say it anymore.

More than twenty spirit saints are scary enough!

Under the Xuanming iceberg, the sixteen holy spirits came out one by one, all frozen like zombie flesh.

Arranged one by one in order, the leader's clothes are already tattered, and his appearance is more cautious, looking at Yun Hongliu.

"Yun senior, you are still alive."

Yun Hongliu looked at the old man and said with a sneer: "Xuan Gu, you are still alive, of course I am alive! Hmph! Back then you tricked Daddy and asked Daddy to help you eradicate many people from the Xuan Clan!"

Xuan Gu laughed and shook his head: "Yun senior, what you said is a bit framed, it's all Gu, and you didn't do it for Yun Qing's success back then? Even without the help of our Xuan clan, you would not let those people go. They all died in your hands."

Yun Hongliu nodded slightly: "That's the truth, they didn't know what to do back then, and now it's your Xuan clan's turn."

Xuan Gu raised his head, looked at Yun Hongliu, and said, "It's my Xuan Clan's turn? Hehe, Yun senior, what you said is wrong, it should be only my Xuan Clan left, so many Gu are all dead now, except The king of our clan is still alive, and the rest are dead, so only my Xuan clan is still qualified."

The corner of Yun Hongliu's mouth coldly: "Only your Xuanzu is still qualified? A joke! My Master is not successful, and I don't want your Xuanzu to succeed, so ah! You Xuanzu must die!"

Xuan Gu nodded: "Let's take a look! By the way, let's experience Yun Senior's strength!"

In the next second, Xuangu ascended into the sky, and together with him were five people from the Xuan clan of Eighth Stage, the spiritual saint.

Yun Hongliu didn't To put in one's eyes at all, and said jokingly: "Just a few? Don't you want to shout more?"

Xuan Gu shook his head and smiled: "It's enough! It's enough! Yun senior, don't think too highly of yourself!"

Yun Hongliu sneered: "Is it because I can't lift a knife? Or are you too drifting?"

In the next second, Yun Hongliu directly fought with these five Holy Eighth Stages and one Ninth Stage, like a tiger in a herd of sheep, extremely fierce!

Su Xingtian was slightly shocked, Yun Hongliu's fighting power was too strong.

Looking towards Xuanming Iceberg, Su Xingtian said, "Which one of you is here?"

Those elders of the Xuan clan didn't talk nonsense. From a moment's perception, they had already noticed how extraordinary this person was.

"Su Yunzhi's inheritor, don't underestimate him!"

Another five holy saints ascended into the sky, all of them were Eighth Stage, and their aura unfolded like a scourge!

At this moment, everyone can understand how terrible the Bai Xuan clan has accumulated in these years!

Lingsheng Eighth Stage is as much as wholesale!

At the same time, on Xuan Tianyang's side, an old man of unknown age appeared beside him.

"You are the sect master of this generation of Xuanmen? What is the goal of our clan?"

Xuan Tianyang replied respectfully: "I have seen the Eleventh Patriarch, and now the Patriarch of the Five Kings Wei has successfully broken the seal and is born, occupying half of the land in the Beiming Territory. My king will break the seal soon, and it has been less than three years!"

"Less than three years! Less than three years!"

The Eleventh Patriarch of the Xuan Clan is the eleventh sect master in the history of the Xuan Sect, and the rest are the highest level of the Xuan Clan, except for the king of the Xuan Clan and the Five Kings of the Xuan Clan.

The Eleventh Patriarch of the Xuan Clan laughed loudly: "Hahaha! The five kings and guards are born! My king's seal has been sealed for less than three years! Great things can be expected for our Xuan Clan!"

Following this sneer, the morale of the Xuan Clan soared!

To them, the birth of the king of the Xuan clan represented everything! It is faith! Is the goal of life to follow!

"Since that's the case! My Xuan Clan doesn't need to hide anymore! Kill these invading spirit saints! Make them my king's food!"

Xuan Tianyang cupped fist and bowed: "Yes! The Eleventh Patriarch!"

Xuan Tianyang turned around, a mottled horn appeared in his hand, and immediately blew it!

Woo~

The melodious and low-pitched horn sounded, and the Xuanmen site turned over like an earth dragon, and the corpses of the holy spirits that had been preserved under the basement of the Xuanmen crawled out one after another.

Although there is no spiritual intelligence, the power exerted by the corpse of the Lingzun is still terrifying!

Several tied together, it is not a problem to deal with a Holy First Stage!

"These corpses... aren't these corpses all the lost ancestors of the Northern Nether Realm?"

Now everyone on Qin Luo's side felt their scalps tingling, the mystery is really hidden!

The Great War breaks out, the Spirit Saints have their own enemies, and Qin Luo and the Spirit Saints naturally have enemies too!

That is the spiritual level of Xuanmen!

There are no ancient corpse spirits, but there are so many spirits cultivated by the Xuanmen generation!

After all, the birth of the five kings and guards brought a lot of wealth to the Xuan clan.

In the Xuan clan, except for those who are at the level of spiritual saints, the Xuan clan below the spiritual saints are just nourishment, so let alone the Xuan clan with low Realm.

Qin Luo also confronted a Spiritual Venerable, and after beheading him decisively, he attracted more Spiritual Venerables to attack!

"come out!"

With a wave of Qin Luo's hand, all four little ones appeared. As for Xiaobai, he only has the strength of the Spirit Sect and cannot participate in a battle of this level.

When the four little ones appeared, they immediately revealed their powerful background as divine beasts!

Phoenix! Black Tortoise! White Tiger! real dragon!

Even on the battlefield of the Holy Spirit level, they are not only looking sideways!

"Xuan Yun! You go and deal with them!"

Xuan Tianyang gave an order, on the battlefield of the Holy Spirit, Xuan Yun with a gloomy face came out!

There is no way, the background of the Xuan clan is too strong, and there are too many corpses of the Lingsheng and Lingsheng, so it doesn't hurt to separate a Lingsheng to deal with Qin Luo!

Qin Luo raised his head, and Xuan Yun, who had a sinister appearance, was just a Holy First Stage, with a strong aura, and he seemed to have touched the threshold of the Second Stage!

However, the corner of Qin Luo's lips twitched at this. In the past, Qin Luo might not have the strength to deal with it, but it's different now!

"Xiao Hei! The first kill of the Holy Spirit is here!"

Xiao Hei, who was already Phoenix, circled back immediately, and the fire of Phoenix was burning. I don't know if it was because of the dyeing, but Xiao Hei's flame was also black.

"Come on! Today, let's join forces to kill a Xuan clan spirit sage!"