leonardwarren Chapter 331 He Is A Secret Agent Of The Human Race, And Emperor Yun Has Murderous Intentions In His
Chapter 331 He Is A Secret Agent Of The Human Race, And Emperor Yun Has Murderous Intentions In His
"He can't really fight, can he?"
In the main hall, the fat demon Wu Zun frowned and said.
"The thirteen monsters of Shengjie are all transformed by Wu Wanjie's will, and they contain Wu Wanjie's purest fighting will. This Shancang..."
"It's unbelievable. Although it's Saint Tribulation Thirteen, it's a bit outrageous to be able to make it like this."
"Hasn't he been banned in Houshan for ten years? Why does he have such a mellow fighting ability?"
"It's unbelievable. This kind of extreme single-soldier Tianjiao is very rare. Even the human race will never allow such Tianjiao to be suspected of entering the Holy Tribulation..."
Behind Emperor Yun, those strong men from various major forces of the fairy clan kept talking.
The fighting ability shown by Shan Cang is shocking and suspicious at the same time.
That is, why a Tianjiao who has lived in his backyard for a full ten years can acquire such a powerful fighting ability.
When Shan Cang fought a group of holy creatures alone, many people had already suspected it.
Now, it's unbelievable to fight like this with Saint Tribulation Thirteen.
In the front seat, Emperor Yun sat quietly, his eyes were frighteningly cold.
"It can cause the attack of Saint Tribulation Thirteen, which means that the world of Saint Tribulation thinks that Shan Cang is an alien genius who needs to be eradicated. Even the martial saint of the human race wants to eradicate him at the last will. Why do you doubt an innocent genius?"
Emperor Yun spoke indifferently, and all the discussions stopped abruptly.
Emperor Yun squinted his eyes, and seemed to be speaking for Shan Cang at the moment, but he was no less suspicious than others.
The more arrogant he is, the more he can attract his attention and suspicion.
The inside of the fairy clan is rotten, but there are always a few people who understand.
"Emperor Yun, this Shan Cang doesn't look like a fairy at all!"
A voice full of murderous intent sounded, and it was Shan Jue, the patriarch of the Mountain Clan who spoke.
Emperor Yun glanced at him indifferently, but the other party fell silent.
At the same time, Emperor Yun sent a voice transmission:
"Go, secretly go to the back mountain of the mountain clan, investigate and see if there are any clues about the past of the human race."
"yes!"
A voice sounded from thousands of miles away, and at the same time, a beautiful figure flew out of the metal fortress and soared into the sky.
at the same time.
The Holy Tribulation World.
"Shan Cang, who is it?"
An indifferent voice sounded, and the graceful and handsome Tai Cheng stood in the void. He stood alone on a long sword, flying with the sword.
Roar!
On the ground, holy robbery creatures roared at him.
"Secret of the Sword - Born from Breaking the Clouds!"
After Tai Cheng said a word, he waved his hand casually, and countless sword blades flew out from his sleeve robe in an instant, riding on the afterglow of the setting sun, one after another of sharp blades turned into a rain of swords in the mid-air and slashed down instantly.
The bodies of the sacred creatures were washed by the sword rain, and their flesh and blood splattered.
…………
Boom boom boom!
A roar sounded from the ground.
Mo Lina flew high in the sky, and under her body, the black-eyed demon youth punched out.
Each fist mark shattered the air and kept rushing down, destroying the holy creatures one by one.
"This Holy Tribulation creature is a good thing. A Holy Tribulation can almost bring me two blood points."
The black-eyed youth named Morodo laughed lightly.
"Brother, we mainly want to hurry to the Bridge of Despair. No matter how many sacred creatures you kill here, it's useless. Don't forget, we are here for the opportunity of the Eucharist."
Mo Lina was speechless, her petite body was lying in the void, her forehead was stroked with one hand.
"Kill some more, kill some more."
Mo Luoduo nodded his head, but the murderous intent in his eyes did not decrease a bit.
"It's over, you're dazed, that Shan Cang was the first to get a thousand holy leaves and hit you?"
Molina rolled her eyes.
"Hey, no, but I want to be the first one to get the Ten Thousand Saint Tribulation Leaf!"
Morodo roared loudly, and punched out.
"It's over, my silly brother, there is no hope for us demons in this Eucharist."
Molina's face turned pale, and she looked behind her:
"Demons, leave my brother alone, let's go to the Bridge of Despair first."
After her voice fell, dozens of Mozu Tianjiao cheered and left behind Molina.
They simply ignored Morodor who was still killing madly.
Among them, of course there is Bu Shengxi who pretends to be Kuang Jiaoyue, the genius of the demon clan.
…………
Time passed slowly.
"Emperor Yun, found some clues."
A cold voice reached Emperor Yun's ears.
"Oh?" Emperor Yun's eyes turned cold, and he nailed Shan Cang on the screen.
"Requesting visual share."
"pass."
The moment the voice fell, a picture appeared on the contact lenses on Emperor Yun's eyeballs.
It was in a lonely and cold back mountain fracture.
The entire fracture is almost the size of a room of twenty square meters.
There was only one bed that looked reasonably clean.
However, Emperor Yun's subordinates found a very old-looking notebook from under the bed.
Immediately afterwards, a slender and pure white hand within sight opened the book.
The book is full of immortal characters crookedly.
When he saw the first line, Emperor Yun's eyes were filled with surprise.
[Fighting against the sky, fighting against the earth, fighting against people, the joy is endless!
However, I am the only one here, the world has forgotten me, the immortals ignore me, who can I fight?
Is it true that my Shancang is going to be ruined here and become rotting bones and rotten skin? 】
Emperor Yun narrowed his eyes, and with just a few words, he actually felt the resentment and the helplessness of being invincible.
This book should be Shan Cang's diary.
It is most normal for a person to be locked up in the back mountain, and to write a diary. After all, what else can he do besides talking to himself and writing a diary for himself?
Wow~
Follow the slender fingers to turn to the second page.
[I can fight with myself. I know that only fighting can make me stronger. Since I am invincible, then I will find a powerful enemy that makes me most desperate!
Today's me should be stronger than yesterday's me, and at the end of the moment, I should have rushed to a new limit.
From now on, I will be Shan Cang's only friend, and also Shan Cang's only enemy, an enemy that will always be defeated...]
Emperor Yun frowned, is that so?
The oldest cultivation method of the ancient immortals is to retreat and meditate.
A person endures endless loneliness, and in his mind, he is the only one, constantly simulating and pursuing the truth in the world.
There was an ancient Buddha who sat cross-legged facing the wall for more than ten years, and his own shadow collapsed the wall. On the day he left the customs, he had already comprehended the superior Buddhism.
This method is not very different, but it has to endure great pain. Many people can't give up the worldly laughter and happiness, so they can't practice meditation.
Unexpectedly, in despair, Shan Cang really thought of a path of his own.
Emperor Yun fell silent, and the coldness in his eyes gradually disappeared.
This book was a complete surprise.