Chapter 409

Just as a group of strong men rushed into the valley, Joyce and longri living Buddha, the warwolf king, were one step behind and still stayed at the mouth of the valley. They walked slowly, and as they walked, they looked around at the strange scene around them.

"Now, I'm afraid the conflict is about to begin."

Joyce walked on and on, and said, "although Ye Chen is famous in the East, we have only heard of him when he is in the West. Few people have ever seen his terrible ability."

Langri living Buddha also said with a smile: "yes, what's more, there is the temptation of the spring of destiny ahead. Even if they are afraid of it, they will definitely go forward bravely."

Joyce said with a smile: "where, where, it is not the wolf king's selfless, decisive dedication of their own discovery of treasure, we can set up this game to lure that surnamed Ye's hook ah."

The warwolf king said in a hurry: "the archbishop is joking. It's my life's honor to be able to serve for the blood devil, but I don't know..."

Joyce, of course, knew what these two guys were thinking. He said with a faint smile: "you can rest assured that as long as you get rid of the dust of ye this time, I will recommend the merits of them in front of the blood devil, and ask him to teach you the method of immortality."

When they heard this, they fell down at Joyce's feet with rapture, and said respectfully, "thank you for your help."

If ye Chen heard this, I'm afraid he would laugh out loud. Don't say that the blood devil doesn't have the skill of immortality. Even if he really mastered it and was willing to teach it, is the method of longevity so easy to learn?

There is also the fool of warwolf king. Obviously, he only knows what heaven's destiny is, but he doesn't know the more precious green blood true spirit seven leaf flower. If he can recognize it, let alone refining pills, even if he simply takes it, he may break through the realm of mysterious immortals and sit on the same level with blood demons. Isn't it better than relying on people's breath here?

Joyce, however, was still not slow to say: "the best part of this plan is to use the news of the spring of destiny to attract the powerful people of the divine realm, and then gather them all together."

"These people seldom set foot in China. On the contrary, they had a deep understanding of the dignity of the blood League, so they doubted Ye Chen's ability to kill six black bishops. When I say it's just a rumor, I'm sure I'll subconsciously believe it. At this time, if two old giants from the east come out to "refute the rumor" and say that there is no such thing at all, then they will be new even if they don't believe it. "

"There's an old saying in China called" three men make a tiger. "That's what it says. And when they saw the spring of destiny, those people's hearts were full of greed, and they would instinctively make themselves believe that ye Chen was a tough guy in the middle

Langri living Buddha's hands clasped together, and the satisfied color between his eyebrows could not be erased.

On the contrary, the warwolf king looked solemn and frowned: "archbishop, I'm not questioning you. Although there are many deities coming this time, it's even more serious than the seven black bishops who besieged Ye Chen, but Is that really going to take him down? "

Mentioning this matter, no matter langri living Buddha or warwolf king, his face does not change slightly. After all, ye Chen's strength is too terrible!

On the top of Huashan Mountain that day, they saw with their own eyes that the sword Xiao Yijue had accumulated for a hundred years was easily blocked by the other party. Even if he finally broke through the divine realm, he was still killed with one stroke and a second!

Joyce said calmly: "you two, please rest assured that all the people, including me, are just delaying Ye Chen. The real killing move is the blood demon's own hands!"

"Lord blood demon, do it yourself?"

Hearing this, langri living Buddha and the warwolf king looked at each other and showed a look of horror. How could ye Chen, who has lived for five thousand years, be compared with him?

"Ha ha, in this case, ye Chen is dead."

In their hearts, there was no longer any hesitation, and they were willing to bow down and submit to the throne!

While they were talking, there was a crash of cursing and roaring in the valley. The eyes of the three suddenly congealed, it seems that the conflict between the two sides has risen!

In the middle of the valley, when the man rushed up, Tang Junyi's face changed. He took a step forward, punched him, and said, "look for death!"

As the leader of the Tang clan, Tang Junyi is a well-known strong man in one mansion, two chambers, three sects and four sects. Although Tang Junyi's strength is not enough to reach the half step divine realm, he is also at the top of the holy land. Especially in the past ten days, his whole body is surging with real strength. It seems that there is a wind blowing from heaven and earth with his fist strength surging like a raging wave, which is as far as ten meters away.

Even on the ground, he made a long mark by his fist style. The vast force of breaking empty fists is rampant and rampant, and it is also accompanied with severe poison. If you are a general martial artist, you will hear it for a long time, and you will have two battles.

But the one who can reach the valley is the one who is famous all over the world. How can he be afraid of just a martial saint?

This man, known as the winged tiger, is a strong white man over two meters tall. His whole body is full of muscles. Even in the ice and snow, he does not wear a coat. His physical strength is no less than that of Jeter, the king of trolls.At this time, in the face of Tang Junyi's fist, a trace of ridicule appeared on the face of the winged tiger. Tang Junyi punched him in the chest. He heard a sound like a muffled voice. The winged tiger was undamaged. However, Tang felt a sharp pain, which seemed to have broken his hand bone.

Then the tiger with wings in his hands, like an old bear embracing a tree, wants to put Tang Junyi in his arms. And then with great power, he strangled the wusheng who didn't know good or bad and dared to kill himself.

But after all, Tang Junyi is an old martial saint who has been famous for a long time. When the situation is bad, he points a little, and his body is like a swallow skimming the water. He skilfully dodges to the back to avoid the broken stone of the winged tiger.

"Damn it, how come this guy's body is so strong? Who the hell is he? "

Tang Junyi is annoyed. After all, he only has some strength in China. He does not know about such overseas strong men, who have lived away from the world for nearly 100 years.

However, before he could continue to think about it, the winged tiger had already descended the mountain like a fierce tiger, stepping on the sound of rumbling feet and crashing up. Tang Junyi had no choice but to fight with the other side.

No matter how heavy his fist power is, it's like tickling the tiger with wings. The poison that Tang clan is proud of can't work at all. However, this guy with inserted wings should only know how to train his body and be a martial god. His skill is far less flexible than that of Tang Junyi.

The two men were in a standoff. For a moment, neither of them could do anything about it