The Strongest Violent Soldier Chapter 1696: Yun Kong appeared
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Although the inheritance of the emperor is very important, no one wants a world war. The last world war left everyone with lingering fears. No one wants to repeat it.
Regardless of their large number of people, even if the Primordial Clan present may be wiped out, but what about afterwards? Wasn't it just for the inheritance of children to fight each other and beat them so badly?
Relatively speaking, the spirit-swallowing tribe is the smartest, and withdrawing is tantamount to sitting on the mountain and watching the tiger fight, and the fisherman makes a profit.
They are all old antiques, and no one wants to play routines.
"I want something from the great emperor of my clan? Impossible! Fight if you want to fight." Gu Hong was furious, unreasonable. How could it be possible to hand over the treasures of the Emperor Taikoo? This is unfilial piety.
"Tank! Real ink! If you don't agree, let's do it? Hurry up, my waist is sore." The ancestor was unhappy, and anxious.
Boom!
Too ancient ancestors preemptively attacked. Since the war is unavoidable, it is better to attack first.
The surrounding aura suddenly disappeared, and they were all transferred away by Gu Hong, forming a vacuum.
At this time, there was a purple sword in Gu Hong's hand, the sword body was full of purple clouds, and the spiritual energy gathered around instantly plunged into the purple sword, and the purple light sprayed thinly.
The purple sword screamed, with a weird voice.
Ah!
Boom!
The countless cultivators around at the moment the sword rang, their bodies exploded directly.
What a strong sword intent.
Wang Meng and Xian'er were surprised. They were all safe and sound under the protection of their ancestors. But can feel the horror of that sword intent.
"Kill!" The ancestor of the ancient demon family suddenly shouted, with a voice like Huang Zhongda Lu, the world roared for it.
Boom!
Boom!
Another cultivator exploded and died in the sound waves of the ancient demon.
The other ancestors will take action together, and they must work together to kill the old ancestor.
The war broke out, and the place was shrouded in sunlight.
The golden light in Xian'er's eyes is copying their martial arts.
The powerful battle at the pinnacle of the Ninth Stage is infinite in every move, and if copied, it can definitely kill a lot of people in seconds.
Wang Meng is also watching the battle. He doesn't know how to copy. Copying is Xian'er's talent, but learning is still necessary.
Xian'er's copying skills have been useless. It was also because, without what she thought was worthy of copying, the Kung Fu taught by her brother was enough. Although it was not invincible, it was a matter of cultivation level, not martial skill.
But, now, this is a battle of top powers, can their moves be average?
It's just that, soon, Wang Meng and Xian'er became uninterested, because they found that the more powerful, the simpler the moves, but the more powerful. This is due to the cultivation base.
Optical skills are useless, but the key is the inner strength. But you can’t copy other people’s inner strengths unless they tell you.
Wang Meng and Xian'er are like this. It all stems from the hegemony of natural exercises. It seems that they have not surpassed the existence of natural exercises. These great abilities, their powerful is only cultivation base, not cultivation technique.
The battle is fierce, the various spells are brilliant, and the sound is huge,
The sky is falling apart.
Wang Meng sighed with emotion, this is much more powerful than the guns in the earth world.
In the face of many strong men, the ancient ancestors had two fists hard to beat four hands, and the surrounding spiritual power was not enough, and they soon fell into a disadvantage.
"Bull my no one in the Primordial family?" The Primordial clan chief and several elders suddenly joined the battle group, wanting to help their ancestors. They must not be able to beat a few peak powers, but they will hold them back for a while, at least for the ancestors to breathe.
It's just that, with their move, the people of the hidden family around them stopped doing it, and directly intercepted and surrounded them.
The rest, whether they belong to the Primordial Clan or other forces, have participated in the war.
Team battle! Messed up.
The surrounding auras disappeared and were transferred away by the Primordial Clan, but the attack from the opposing force itself had auras, but it happened to provide the successor power of the Primordial Clan, but it was not enough.
Boom!
The young man seemed to have recovered a lot, and then showed his power again, killing a cultivator in seconds.
"If the techniques of the Primordial Clan are integrated with those of the Ling Tuan family, the power will be greater and more perfect." Wang Meng looked at the battlefield and admired.
"This can only be an idea, it can't become a reality." The ancestor read it with gusto, and said casually.
Wang Meng nodded. Indeed, this can only be an idea. How could the techniques of the Primordial Clan be so easily leaked?
"Brother? We know how to search for souls, catch an ancient tribe, and search for souls, and we will all know." Brother Xian'er Transmission.
Wang Meng shook his head: "The cultivators of the Primordial Realm have a special physique. They are all souls and bodies. Who can't search for souls? Why don't they use them? Because, it's useless. They can destroy their memories at any time as long as they want. And, even if we Completely control them, force a soul search, and their souls will destroy all memories by themselves. This is a natural self-protection mechanism."
"Oh!" Xian'er was disappointed.
"Amitabha! Hahaha, so lively!" Suddenly, a voice rolled from the sky.
A red light flashed in the sky, and people arrived.
This is an old monk in a red robe.
"Amitabha Buddha, don't fight. The emperor's inheritance and treasures, the poor monk wants it." The monk said, waving his hand, but nothing came out.
But, bang bang bang!
In addition to a few pinnacle powers, in addition to Wang Meng, Xian'er, Turkey, and the young man who received the inheritance, the other cultivators and spirit beast mounts all burst into the void, no exception.
Among them, there are also a few in the middle and early stages of the Ninth Stage, although they are not yet at the peak of the Ninth Stage, but apart from a few ancestors, who will compete?
But, he died so strangely and easily!
Even members of the royal family guarded by the ancestors are dead.
The monk opened his mouth and sucked, all the broken flesh and blood was swallowed by him.
"Oh!" The monk gave a full hiccup.
The remaining Da Neng, Wang Meng and others were all on the spot in shock, looking at the old monk in shock.
Wang Meng and Xian'er were dumbfounded when the old monk appeared.
"Yunkong?" "How is it possible?"
Yun Kong is not in this plane at all, how did he come?
Wang Meng and Xian'er are both blindfolded.
"You did a good job." Yunkong suddenly waved to the turkey. "Cuckoo! Master!" The turkey cried out excitedly and flew towards the sky
Wang Meng and Xian'er were taken aback, but they understood that the turkey is a chicken of the sky. No wonder he can find here. Presumably, Yunkong also has a magic weapon to travel through planes, and Turkey is a positioning system.
Huh!
Xian'er suddenly snorted.
"Cuckoo? Master, help me!"
Boom!
The turkey's body suddenly exploded.
Xian'er had taken control of the turkey as early as her brother's reminder. Sure enough, there was a problem with this turkey, but Wang Meng and Xian'er never thought that the turkey would be Yunkong's spy chicken.
The old ancestor and several Da Neng looked at Wang Meng and Xian'er differently, thinking they were with the old monk, because the chicken belonged to them.
"Ancestor, go!" Wang Meng shouted suddenly, and suddenly threw out a black ring box.
Without a word, the ancestor flicked his sleeves, rolled up the two children and disappeared into the void. He had already seen that this monk was not easy to provoke, and the expressions of his disciple told him that they knew each other and had hatred!
Om!