Cold sweat appeared on the monk's forehead.

Qin Lang said no, with the kind of spiritual power just now, he basically had never seen it.

Even the elders of the Xuanwu Sect had never seen it.

It's obviously the most barren star field, but why is there such a strong person?

Shouldn't they be in the central star field?

"My lord, please forgive me for the rudeness!" the monk picked up his storage bag.

That's right! I just picked it up, and I didn't even dare to use my mental power!

"That garbage is useless to me!"

Looking at the storage bag in the hand of the monk who taught him, Qin Lang spoke lightly.

"Just tell me the distribution of forces in the north of Pluto~"

"Yes!"

After the monk put the bag back on his body, he told everything respectfully.

North Pluto, the largest immortal civilization planet in the north of the galaxy world.

All the sects on it are respected by the "Xuanwu Sect", who dares to disobey, who dares to disobey?

It's a bit like Luo Tianzong on Saturn now.

As long as it is recognized by the Xuanwu Sect, then basically no one in the sect will dare to do anything in the Northern Pluto.

However, offending the disciples of the Xuanwu Sect, even the lowest-level miscellaneous disciples of the outer sect, their identities were not dared to be provoked in the Northern Pluto.

Of course, the usual dominance of the family will change when this unnatural opportunity is opened.

After all, countless powerhouses poured in, and even the Xuanwu Sect didn't dare to do anything too presumptuous, after all, those one-star overlords were not vegetarians.

Moreover, at this time, there will also be monks from the other four realms who will come here to participate in snatching the opportunity against the sky.

Even the people of the Southern Regions set out decades ago.

In general, the current North Pluto, and even the planets near the North Pluto, are a mixture of fish and dragons, bulls, ghosts, snakes, and gods.

Listening to the lecture monk's narration, Qin Lang's eyes that were not visible to the monk flashed with light.

Although he knew in his previous life that there would be many forces to get a piece of the pie, Qin Lang didn't expect to alarm the entire galaxy world.

After knowing these circumstances, Qin Lang closed his eyes and ignored the monk.

However, Qin Lang regarded the monk as a passerby, and the latter regarded Qin Lang as an enemy of life and death.

A monk, a monk whose cultivation is no less than that of an out-of-body immortal, and his ability to do what he just did already shows the patience of this person.

In the case of knowing that you are invincible, admit it immediately, so that there is a high probability that you will not let the other party kill you.

There is no doubt that the monks succeeded.

And the people who asked him to do this before are already dead~

The starry sky is vast, and the monks who travel thousands of miles at every turn are also insignificant here.

A year later, Qin Lang was barely at the center point between North Pluto and Sagiant.

However, at this time, a streamer of light swept through the sky, even faintly carrying the aura of destruction of the shattered space.

Of course, this was not the result of the monk, but of the magnificent flying machine.

Compared to the flight under Qin Lang, it was really the gap between the stars and the bright moon.

Qin Lang didn't have any mental fluctuations, after all, that kind of gorgeous flying machine really didn't suit his style.

As for the herald monk, he looked at it with envy, and even jealousy appeared in the depths of his pupils.

As fellow monks, why is there such a big gap?

Qin Langfang didn't have any thoughts, but that didn't mean that the other party didn't.

In the face of this "broken copper and iron" flying machine, the control of the gorgeous flying machine obviously did not leave arrogantly.

Instead, the direction of progress changed slightly, and then it collided straight towards Qin Langfang's flying magic weapon.

There is clearly a momentum to crush the "garbage".

Even if the monk tried his best to control the flying magic weapon to dodge, the gap in "performance" could not avoid the "car crash and death" at all.

"My lord~" At this time, the monk reminded Qin Lang.

One is to get closer to his status as a minion, because this kind of attack can't kill Qin Lang at all.

Second, the monk wants to cause trouble, after all, the strong have the pride of the strong.

"Heh~" Hearing the words of the monk, Qin Lang slowly opened his eyes and woke up from his decision.

Indifferently looked at the flying magic weapon that was about to collide, his expression was unwavering, and he couldn't see joy, anger and sorrow.

It didn't take too much, and it was only a few breaths of effort, and the flying magic weapon thousands of miles away was already close at hand.

"My lord~" After the monk saw the simple characters on the luxurious flying magic weapon, his face changed instantly.

Southern Regions, Suzaku Dynasty, Imperial Lin Clan!

"My lord, you go quickly~" At this time, the monk no longer cared about the so-called slave identity, and directly flew out of the flying magic weapon.

The entire galaxy world knew that after the Southern Regions and the Northern Regions came into contact, there was a chance that war would break out.

The exact reason is unknown, but both sides have an indelible estrangement from each other.

Even those in the central region are no exception.

Legend has it that it was because of the war between the Immortal Venerables of both sides, and then they both disappeared~

But no matter what, in this environment, there is such a disparity in identity, so the destruction of one side is unstoppable.

Thousands of miles, hundreds of miles, tens of miles, ten miles~

Seeing that the distance was getting closer and closer, the monk shouted loudly in his heart: "Kill him~ Kill him."

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However, the monk who knew that this was very unlikely, his face showed a look of loyalty: "No~My lord, leave quickly~"

"Boom~"

A shocking sound that resounded through the stars erupted.

Under the attack of the Lin clan's royal family, the "garbage" flying magic weapon was like tofu.

Even before the gorgeous flying magic weapon touched the "tattered", the "tattered" was scattered by the ripples of the starry sky that separated.

There was no Qin Lang in the starry sky, and the actions of the Lin clan royal family and the herald monk at this time were unexpectedly the same.

That is to find the body.

"Haha~ Is this the garbage of the Northern Regions?

Inside the Lin Clan's Royal Flying Magic Weapon, a person whose cultivation had barely reached the out-of-body immortal was unscrupulous, laughing wildly.

The four-clawed dragon robe on his body proved that he was actually a descendant of the royal family.

And it was he who had just controlled the flying magic weapon and crashed into Qin Lang, because Xiu Wei was forcibly raised, so after such a series of actions, this person's face turned pale.

"Old Eighteen, did you do it just now?" At this time, a person suddenly appeared in the cockpit.

A young man who is also dressed in a four-clawed dragon robe, but with a lofty instrument, but compared to the former, the gap between them is like the gap between a beggar who doubts life and a rich second generation who struggles to make progress

"Fourth brother. Seeing the visitor, Eighteen shouted in awe.

"Just a nameless monk. ”

"I don't care if it's a big family or a casual cultivator, but old eighteen, don't forget. We are the Lin royal family!"

The fourth prince stared at the eighteenth prince and spoke.

"Have you not been out and around for a long time, and you have forgotten your identity?"

"I~I was wrong, fourth brother~"

The eighteenth prince bowed his head and admitted his mistake, and he didn't have the attitude that he had just now.

Seeing this, the fourth prince sighed inwardly.

In the Lin Dynasty, only these eighteen princes are the same father and mother as themselves, and the others are half-brothers.

But it's such a younger brother, who hasn't learned since he was a child, and he can't do anything wrong.

When I walked to the front of the artifact, I found that there were survivors outside.

The look of hatred that the fourth prince had just now disappeared, and was replaced by incomparable indifference.

"Uncle Wang, if you don't leave a living, you can't add unnecessary potential hidden dangers to the royal family. ”

"Hmm~"

A voice sounded from the void, and then an old man with a white beard appeared in the monk's field of vision.

When the latter saw this scene, he immediately understood that the other party was not good, at least not to pay compensation for land cession.

Therefore, without hesitation, the monk turned around and ran.

But his pitiful slow speed seemed so ridiculous in front of the old man.

Even squirting blood from the mouth is useless.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the old man was back inside the flying magic weapon.

As for the herald monk, he has now become a corpse adrift in the starry sky.

"Eighteen, is this the only one?"