Chapter 284 The ten-meter-high city wall was stained with blood and exuded a pungent fishy smell.

An ancient spirit corpse, with green eyes flashing green, and the hearts of those who watched it were furious, and they all roared out desolate cries and charged towards Qingtang Town.

"Kill!" one after another, the divine rainbows rose to the sky, and the major young leaders in Central Continent made a move, sacrificing magic weapons and suppressing the spirit corpse.

"Woo......"

A terrifying ancient corpse, roaring in the sky, dry and skinny, like a skeleton wrapped in yellow skin. The ancient corpse swallowed purple mist in its mouth, flooding the surroundings, many monks were shocked in their hearts, and some people hurriedly shouted: "It's an old corpse in the psychic realm, and it's spitting corpse poison in its mouth!"

"Ahh

A monk was overwhelmed by the purple corpse poison, and let out a terrible scream, this person's strength was in the three realms of the Xuan Rank, but he couldn't resist for a moment, and soon turned into a puddle of pus, and blood spilled into the sky.

......Seeing this scene, many monks gasped, and they also understood that participating in the slaughter of ancient corpses this time was a very dangerous task.

Many of the friars were pale, where had they seen such a bloody scene?

"What a powerful ancient corpse, it has actually been refined to the point of the three realms of psychic!" Xuanyuan Yanran spoke, she was wearing a fiery red dress that was blown by the wind, her short hair fluttered, and she had the demeanor of a strong woman, standing at the head of the city, quite conspicuous, not like other female monks, afraid of this bloody scene, but inspired by the fighting spirit.

Immediately, this fierce second sister turned into a colorful rainbow and rushed towards the ancient corpses in the sea.

"Second sister, be careful. Xuanyuan Yue reminded.

"What a strong woman, she dares to rush into the group of ancient corpses!" Many monks stared out of their eyes, and sighed in their hearts.

Xuanyuan Yanran was radiant, with a slender posture, with a bit of hotness, and her skin was as transparent as crystal, with a peerless demeanor. But her methods are not as beautiful as her face, she killed into the group of ancient corpses, but Qianqian's fine hands had amazing strength, and with a flick of her right arm, more than a dozen ancient corpses who rushed forward all turned into powder.

The monks in the city were dumbfounded, and they all stammered when they spoke, "This, this is too strong......

She rushed straight at the psychic ancient corpse, and in her hand she sacrificed a fiery red sword, and with a flash of the sword, the head of the ancient corpse separated from the body and rose to the sky.

"Xuanyuan Ancient Sword, this is a holy sword, how can it be in the hands of this female monk?"

A monk broke through: "This person is a demon woman, and she is holding the shocking holy relics of the Xuanyuan family in her hand, obviously her identity is extraordinary, and it is very likely that she is the second lady of the Xuanyuan family!"

"Poof!"

The ancient corpse's head was separated, blood shot out of its neck, and it had died before it could give birth to a frightened expression.

The ancient corpse's head flew into the void, arcing, and flew towards the city. When many monks saw the head of the ancient corpse, they showed a greedy look in their eyes, and shouted: "That is the head of the psychic ancient corpse, maybe it is only a stone's throw away from the realm of the dragon, and it can be exchanged for fifteen thousand mortal spirit stones!"

Bang, a head smashed into the city, cracking the bluestone slabs, you can imagine the weight of this head!

Many greedy eyes looked at the head of the ancient corpse, and just found that it had fallen at the feet of a young man in white, and their hearts suddenly became murderous, wanting to come and seize it.

Wu Heng's expression was indifferent, and he was not afraid of everyone's killing intent, he looked at the head that fell at his feet, slightly puzzled.

"Boy, this head is a gift from the second sister to you!" Immediately, Xuanyuan Yanran's voice sounded at the head of the city, the voice was very gentle, but it was very shocking, this female demon slashed the psychic ancient corpse with a sword, who in the younger generation is not afraid?

"What? That young man is the brother of this tough woman, and I think it's better to be less troublesome. Thinking of Xuanyuan Yanran's methods, all the monks were silent and dispelled the idea of making a move against Wu Heng.

"This demon woman is really generous, and she will give away tens of thousands of mortal spirit stones!" Many people sighed, sighing why they don't have such a sister?

"Second sister, thank you!" Wu Heng was not pretentious, and as soon as he reached out and grabbed it, he stored this head in the space jade pendant, and when the time came, he could go to the town to exchange for spirit stones.

Seeing that Wu Heng easily picked up the head of the psychic ancient corpse, several sharp-eyed monks jumped with their eyelids, this head must be very heavy, and it is not easy to pick it up. Wu Heng's action of easily putting away the head directly illustrates one thing, this kid's brute force is very great.

Of course, if Wu Heng's brute force is very strong, the second sister Xuanyuan Yanran, who just made the move, will be terrifying. A sword slashed the ancient corpse, and accurately threw such a heavy head at the head of the city, and landed at the feet of Wu Heng, such a method, even some old monks were shocked, it was clear that this demon woman must be the terrifying second lady of the Xuanyuan family, otherwise, the Xuanyuan Holy Sword would not be in the hands of the woman.

At this moment, a shrill voice resounded through the city, clearly reaching everyone's ears: "Hmph, relying on a woman to get a spirit stone is really a waste." ”

Wu Heng's face sank, obviously understanding that the owner of the voice was specifically coming at him.

The third brother Qingyun and the fourth brother Yaotian are all angry, Wu Heng is a member of the Xuanyuan family, how can he allow others to be ashamed and angry?

The two of them glared angrily at the comer, the demon blood in the body was boiling, and there was a tendency to want to fight, in front of the second sister they were like docile sheep, but in front of others, they would transform from sheep to lions, and the younger generation would have to crawl!

"What's the matter? Now you have to rely not only on women, but also on your own brothers?" A young man in a cyan robe walked over, and the four fiery red suns embroidered on his chest made many people's facial muscles twitch, at such an age, he turned out to be a senior monk of the Qingyang League.

He was sarcastic, and he was not afraid of Xuanyuan Qingyun and the others.

The little girl Xuanyuan Yue stretched out her little pink fist, waved it in front of the young man, wrinkled Xiao Qiong's nose and said: "Bai Ye, don't be too proud, you won't be able to find the north when this girl beats up!"

As soon as these words came out, many people were dumbfounded, looking at the cyan man, until Xuanyuan Yue opened her mouth to point out the identity of the person, they learned the identity of this person, it was the personal disciple of the leader of the Qingyang Alliance, Bai Ye!

"No wonder this person is so impulsive, daring to provoke the younger generation of the Xuanyuan family, it turned out to be the white night of the Qingyang League. "Many people suddenly realized.

"I heard that Bai Ye is less than twenty-seven years old, and he has the cultivation of the Three Spiritual Realms, and he is only a stone's throw away from the Dragon Transformation Realm!" someone exclaimed. It also reminded me of some events a few months ago, when a young man killed hundreds of monks of the Qingyang League, went to take his life in the middle of the night, met the young man, but in the end he failed and returned with all his face.

Later, the young man seemed to have become the grandson of the head of the Xuanyuan family, and the Qingyang League suppressed its anger because of this.

The deeds of Wu Heng fighting hundreds of monks in the Qingyang League alone had actually spread a long time ago, but it was not until this time that many people remembered the appearance of Wu Heng in the portrait at that time, and then looked at the white-clothed young man who had just put away the head of the psychic ancient corpse, and suddenly understood something.

"I know who he is, this person is the Wu Heng who has bloodied hundreds of monks in the Qingyang Alliance!" a young man exited the crowd.

Someone said in disbelief: "Wu Heng, is he the young man who killed Liu Game and beheaded hundreds of monks in the Qingyang League?"

"Yes, there will definitely be no fake, I heard that his cultivation was still in the three realms of the Xuan Rank at that time, but he had the strength to challenge beyond the ranks, and killed five psychic monks of the Qingyang League, and nearly a hundred Xuan Rank monks and innate monks. When it comes to that war, the narrator is full of enthusiasm, as if he did it himself.

Hearing the discussion of the people around him, Bai Ye's face turned dark, gloomy and terrifying, and everyone said that he was a monk of the Qingyang League as if he was all a waste.

Bai Ye will never forget, Wu Heng's hammer, that hammer broke the round of remnant sun he sacrificed, and also shattered the pride in his heart, a monk of the three realms of the Xuan Rank actually survived under the blow of his full strength, this is tantamount to a slap in the face, and he will definitely be despised by the world, and the personal disciples of the leader of the Qingyang League are nothing more than this, and the cultivation is in the Three Realms of Psychic, but even a monk of the Three Realms of the Xuan Rank can't be killed!

Thinking back to this scene, Bai Ye's face was extremely hideous, full of murderous anger, and his eyes were burning with anger.

"Bai Ye, calm down, that third old man of the Xuanyuan family is in this Qingtang Town. A woman standing beside Bai Ye saw that his expression was wrong, and immediately reminded.

Bai Ye is not the kind of person who is not rational, he understands the horror of Xuanyuan Tree very well, his gloomy face quickly returned to nature, and he immediately smiled disdainfully, and said loudly: "Wu Heng is just a man who relies on women to eat, what's the big deal." ”

"You are not allowed to insult my brother...... Xuanyuan Yue was angry, stretched out his small fist, and wanted to rush up and smash the bridge of Bai Ye's nose, but was grabbed by Wu Heng.

Wu Heng's expression was very flat, and he even smiled slightly, as if he didn't care about Bai Ye's disdain, he said: "What's wrong with relying on women to eat? You don't even have women, isn't it even more pathetic!"

Many monks looked strange, thinking that what Wu Heng said was very reasonable, being able to rely on women to eat, this is also a kind of ability, like Xuanyuan Yanran, a woman with both talent and beauty, many men are lined up to pursue, willing to be a little white face.

Bai Ye looked stunned, and he didn't know how to refute it, but not everyone could do it if he could let Xuanyuan Yanran help him kill the ancient spirit corpse, but it was not a shameful thing, it was definitely the glory that countless people wanted.

Seeing that he was speechless, the little girl Xuanyuan Yue smiled proudly: "Why didn't you suddenly stop talking?"

"Hmph. Bai Ye was a little deflated, and his expression was very hideous, but he was arguing with the little girl because of his bad identity, so he shook his sleeves angrily, turned to leave, and left an intriguing sentence, "Not everyone can enter the Demon God Valley and come out safely, Wuheng, you'd better be careful!"

"He's threatening you, I'm afraid that if you enter the Valley of the Demon God, White Night will kill you. A cold woman's voice sounded in Wu Heng's ears.

"Well, I know. Wu Heng nodded.

"You know, it's time to settle the score between us?" the cold woman's voice sounded again.

Wu Heng looked stunned, then turned his head, and found that the second sister was staring at him gloomily, and he couldn't help but have trouble in his heart.

"Boy, the courage is not small, I dare to say that the second sister I am your woman!" Xuanyuan Yanran inserted Xiao Man's waist, revealing the appearance of wanting to teach the younger generation.

"Uh......" Wu Heng remembered what he had just said, and showed a helpless wry smile, and sure enough, it was a disaster that came out of his mouth.

Before Wu Heng could prepare mentally, the second sister knocked a chestnut on his head, and then turned around and walked straight away.

"Hey, she's a witch. Wu Heng held his head with his hands with a painful expression, he was a generation of ancient gods, but he didn't expect Xuanyuan Yanran to knock out a small bag on the head of the ancient gods.

Xuanyuan Yue gloated and chuckled beside her, Wu Heng always knocked her little head, but now she was knocked by the second sister, the little girl looked very happy, and the second sister finally avenged her!

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