Xue Xuan hurriedly said: "Lin'er can't, how can she be worthy of an elf's daughter if she slaughters something like an animal." Man is inherently dead, either lightly or severely. What's the point of exchanging your life with the Spiritual Revelation, ask the people, will they agree?"

Tu Gang didn't care about Xue Xuan's insults, and yelled at the elves who were watching from afar, "Do you want to live?"

A voice said, "you!"

Then thousands of voices said in unison: "you!"

Tu Gang's face changed suddenly, and he said angrily: "I don't know what to lift, since I want to die, then I will fulfill you." ”

A giant palm made of divine power in the sky, covering a radius of hundreds of miles, slapped it fiercely to the ground. The earth seemed to shake, and after the smoke and dust dissipated, a huge palm print appeared on the land of Middle-earth. Thousands of people were beaten into deep pits and turned into a mass of flesh.

The second mudra solidified in the air. Xue Lin burst into tears and closed her eyes in despair.

Erhu said angrily: "The things raised by dogs, grandpa and you fight." He covered his stomach with a broken arm, and took out a medium-grade flying sword and rushed towards Tu Gang. His top-grade flying sword and top-grade flying sword were all destroyed, and only this medium-grade flying sword could be used at this time.

As soon as he rushed out, a black hole suddenly appeared next to him, and then a flash of light and shadow, and a person rushed out of the black hole.

When the figure saw the erhu in front of him, he exclaimed in surprise: "Erhu, it's you!

The people who came were extremely ugly, like evil spirits crawling out of hell. Erhu didn't know if he was friend or foe, so he replied angrily: "Do you think I'm okay now?"

"Why don't you have hands?" God, your stomach has been cut open, and that thick layer is full of fat, right?"

Erhu was angry, and the beard on his face shook a few times. Shen Nian swept over the other party, this ugly ghost had a strong aura, and it turned out to be a powerful Yuanying Monk. He asked, "Do you know me?"

"Of course I do, I don't just know you, I know a lot of people here. ”

It turned out that he was Yang Jiong, who had placed Lingju and Qingya, and came from the Red Moon Continent. He teleported from the Red Moon Continent, and the Void coordinates were not fixed, and he didn't know that he had reached the Elven Heavenly Kingdom.

As soon as he came out of the Void Teleportation Channel, he saw Erhu at first sight. This elven clan's Yuanying Monk made a deep impression on him. More than ten years have passed, and he has always remembered Erhu's bearded, rugged but delicate and kind temperament.

Yang Jiong looked around, and suddenly found that it didn't seem to be the right time to come over today.

He asked Erhu, "Are you fighting today?"

"We're killing animals!"

There are only more than 40 elves in the clan, all of them are ruthless, and a few people are seriously injured. On the other side, there were all monks from the three factions and two sects, Wang Rui'an, Xiahou Changqing, and Dongfang Zhanping were very popular, and an atmosphere of slaughter enveloped the Quartet. The ground was densely covered with corpses, both elves and humans.

Yang Jiong chattered with Erhu, and Tu Gang shouted impatiently: "Who are you? You dare to mess around with the cultivation of the True Continent, have you forgotten the regulations of the Cultivation of the True Continent?"

"Who are you?" Yang Jiong asked rhetorically.

The erhu helped him reply, "He is the animal." ”

Tu Gang was furious, and a divine thought attacked Erhu. Erhu insulted him several times, and the ants dared to slap the gods and tigers. Originally, in order to get the spiritual revelation and Xue Lin, he didn't want to kill the few elven infant cultivators. But what is the dignity of God-man if he endures it any longer?

The gods and men kill the Yuanying monks, and they can use a few divine thoughts. Erhu could never block Tu Gang's divine thought attack. Xue Xuan and Tu Gang are both mortal gods, and their gods are of the same level. He tried his best to rush out the little divine power he had just recovered, and most of Tu Gang's divine thoughts were neutralized. The remaining small stream of divine thoughts failed to cause substantial damage to Erhu, but it also made Erhu's head feel like he had been hit hard by a hammer, and his face turned pale in an instant.

The first time he failed to kill the erhu, Tu Gang suddenly commanded the Zhongpin spirit weapon flying sword to slash towards the erhu. Xue Xuan's flying sword has been destroyed, there is nothing in heaven and earth that can stop his flying sword, and a single sword can cut the erhu into several pieces.

Yang Jiong stood beside Erhu, naturally he couldn't ignore it. Erhu is the master of Qianxi and Gao Zhuoyang, and the elf clan is his master's family. It makes sense that he has to help the elves.

A flash of brilliance flashed, and Yang Jiong also sacrificed a medium-grade spirit weapon flying sword, blocking Tu Gang's lore. After the two flying swords collided, they separated, and Tu Gang was furious and commanded the flying swords to kill Yang Jiong.

His eyesight was sharp, and he could see at a glance that Yang Jiong's flying sword was also a medium-grade spiritual weapon. The spiritual weapon is a treasure that can only be used by gods and men, and he, a primordial infant monk, dares to possess such a heavy treasure, and his origin must be unknown. In an instant, countless thoughts turned in his heart, and he made up his mind to kill Yang Jiong first and seize the flying sword.

Tu Gang was thirsty for killing, and he poisoned Yang Jiong without asking the reason. Yang Jiong no longer had a good impression of him, so he slashed at Tu Gang's flying sword with all his strength, using a medium-grade spirit weapon flying sword.

He had the best spirit treasure parting hook, but he didn't want to use it easily. The so-called wealth is not revealed, and the master's revenge for being imprisoned for more than 900 years must be avenged, and it is my duty as an apprentice. If the divine envoy of the Southern Underworld knows about the best spirit treasure, there will be less chance of a surprise attack.

He didn't know that this person who had already faced him with two moves was the Southern Immortal Divine Envoy.

After a "poof", the two flying swords bounced off. A notch appeared in both swords. Only Yang Jiong's gap in the flying sword is larger, after all, he is only in the Yuanying realm, and his ability to control the flying sword is far inferior to the god Tu Gang. Under the full force, his flying sword was a little more injured.

The spiritual weapon was damaged, and Tu Gang suffered a pain in his flesh. Yang Jiong was shocked, and finally found that the flying sword used by this green-robed man turned out to be a medium-grade spiritual weapon. His mind swept towards the other party, and there was no reaction from the blue-robed man. The more Yang Jiong doubted, who was this person? It couldn't be the divine envoy of the Southern Underworld, right?

Tu Gang summoned back the spirit weapon and looked at it carefully, and the more he looked at it, the more heartbroken he became. Several Yuanying monks of the three sects and two sects suddenly made a move, and several flying swords attacked Yang Jiong in unison.

After Yang Jiong's appearance was ruined by the Ten Thousand Gods Peeling Pill, none of the three factions and two sects recognized him. As he passed through the Void Passage, he sided with the elves and even made a hand with the oracle. Invisibly, he was recognized as an enemy by the monks of the three sects and two sects. As soon as the divine envoy made a move, they were not to be left behind, and attacked Yang Jiong one after another.

The quality of the flying sword attacked is not high, but it is only a high-grade magic weapon. Yang Jiong's refining body is still within the range of the high-grade magic weapon. He didn't even bother to open the shield, allowing the flying sword to slash at his body, only to scratch his clothes in pieces.

Yang Jiong was so good-looking, Tu Gang asked in surprise, "Who are you, where are you from?" Yang Jiong's strength is extraordinary, he even suspects that Yang Jiong is from Zixiao.

Yang Jiong pretended to be deep and said: "It's inconvenient to tell you everything about me now, but you have to tell me, who are you and what are you doing here?"

The more arrogant Yang Jiong became, the more unfathomable he became, and the more bottomless Tu Gang's heart became. Zixiao once sent an inspector to various continents to learn about the situation of the divine envoy. But the patrol envoy is at least the first level of the earth god, how can it be this Yuanying monk in front of him?

He muttered to himself in his heart, could it be that the matter of the elf clan was reported to Zixiao, and someone was sent down to warn me? However, this ugly ghost is not even a god, and he is like an ordinary mortal in Zixiao!

Tu Gang thought for a while and said, "I am the divine envoy of this continent, the elven clan rebelled, and our three sects and two sect monks are ready to destroy the elf clan." Which god-king are you?"

"You are the Divine Envoy of the Southern Underworld?" Yang Jiong affirmed, but his heart was surprised and happy. No wonder he couldn't find out his cultivation, it turned out that he was the culprit who imprisoned the master.

Erhu doesn't know the current Yang Jiong, but when Yang Jiong appeared, he affectionately called his name, and he should be someone who knows him. He hurriedly said: "Friend, it's not what he said. Tu Gang, this dog thing, is hot at my elf treasure, and covets Emperor Xuelin. He commanded the three factions and two sects to come over today, which is to prepare to exterminate our clan and kill people and seize treasures. ”

In fact, there is no need to explain it to Erhu, Yang Jiong is already clear at a glance. He scratched his head and said, "This is not easy to do, your name is Tu Gang, right?" If you want someone's baby, and if they don't give it to you, you will kill someone. I want that medium-grade spiritual weapon of yours, will you give it to you?"

Tu Gang has been supreme in this continent for more than 900 years, and no one has ever dared to call him by his name like this. And Yang Jiong's tone of voice didn't take him seriously at all.

Take 10,000 steps back, even if Yang Jiong was sent by a big man in Zixiao. Now this is his one-third of an acre of land, and there is no room for a mere Yuanying monk to point fingers. What's more, how could Zixiao send such a mediocre person down to patrol?

The more Tu Gang thought about it, the more sure he became, and danced the medium-grade spiritual weapon in his hand and said, "If you want this medium-grade spiritual weapon, just come and get it." It's up to you to see if you have the skills to get it?"

Yang Jiong ignored him, and said to the thousands of monks of the three sects and two sects behind him: "What are you doing here? Do you want to fight for the tiger? Go back, follow behind Tu Gang, except for the smell of fart, you won't get anything." ”

Today, I have offended the divine messenger, so I will simply offend to the end. Now that he can save a little face, he has avenged his master.

Yang Jiong has no fear in his heart, the earth god Ye Kai can't bear the soul suppression seal, Tu Gang will not be a god. If Tu Gang was just a mortal god, and the soul suppression Inca parting hook would be able to completely avenge the master today.

A primordial monk said, "The elven clan has occupied the free heavenly kingdom for a long time, and it is time to move its position. Seeing that you are on the Terran side, why do you want to help the elves speak?"

Yang Jiong said: "The elven race is a race that yearns for peace, and they have committed no offense against any race on this continent. Such a peace-loving and kind race, why do you have to force each other? I'm not helping anyone to speak, you let the elves move their positions, that's good! You three factions and two sects come to the kingdom of freedom, and free up the south for the elves to use. ”

The Yuanying monks were speechless for a while, didn't they pick up sesame seeds and lose watermelons.