Listening to Mu Ziyan talk about the matter of the Protoss, Pei Zhenzhen only felt extremely shocked, his expression was awe-inspiring, his expression was serious, his eyes widened a little, and he asked loudly, "Senior sister, what kind of porridge is the rain porridge, why do the gods live in the porridge?"

Mu Ziyan had a gloomy face, but she was amused by his serious expression and tone and the strange questions he asked, and couldn't help but smile.

After a moment, she lowered her face and explained in a cold voice, "The universe is the endless stars above the firmament, and the Protoss is the strongest race among the endless stars. ”

"Senior sister, I only know that the three measurements are chest circumference, waist circumference and hip circumference...... But what kind of circumference is this?"

She couldn't think of how to explain it for a while, so she casually said, "You should think that the fourth dimension is the face circumference......

"Senior sister, are you saying that in the Protoss, the bigger the face, the more powerful it is, right?"

Pei Zhenzhen still looked serious when she spoke, but the question she asked made Mu Ziyan want to laugh, she shook her head lightly, and said to herself, "It's also because I forgot that you and I are not contemporaries." ”

She replied lightly, "It's pretty much the same as what you said......"

He continued, "My father's clan is the former master of this planet, and they have very powerful technology and technology, which can make ordinary people who have not cultivated easily reach the combat power of the Yuanying Cultivator, but in front of the high-level god clan, they are still just like ants. ”

This time, without waiting for Pei Zhenzhen to speak, she preemptively explained, "Technology is a kind of chicken that is ten million times more powerful than the Mixed Yuan Chicken, and at that time, we had one each, but we were still defeated by the Protoss." ”

Pei Zhenzhen clapped his hands violently, as if suddenly realized, and sighed, "It turns out that there have been such powerful chickens in this world, and none of you are the opponents of the gods......

At this time, there was a deafening explosion suddenly from the sky, and then there were various halos of light flashing in the sky above, shouting and killing one after another, and the sound of wind and thunder was endless.

Suddenly, a vision appeared in the sky, Pei Zhenzhen nervously shouted, "It's not good!

He wondered to himself, "Who are they fighting against?"

He was still looking up blankly, Mu Ziyan had already strode in front of him, and a faint scarlet light appeared in his right hand, and he slammed his palm into his chest.

He only felt stunned for a moment, he couldn't see anything in front of him, his consciousness began to become blurred, and Mu Ziyan's soft voice came from his ears.

The soft voice said lightly, "Really, the Protoss will wipe out all the existences that disturb them, and if they gather the strength of all the monks in this world, they will definitely not be able to compete with them. ”

The voice paused, and began to mix with some sobbing, and continued, "Don't believe those who call you against the sky, they are all sacrificing your life to fulfill their long-cherished wishes, so give up your practice and live your life in peace......

As Mu Ziyan's voice disappeared, he had completely lost consciousness and fell into a cold darkness, as if he was falling into an endless abyss.

At this moment, above the thick poisonous miasma of the Nightmare Swamp, a battle of immortals and demons was taking place, and the immortal Dao side was uniformly wearing black robes and white shirts, and the magic weapons were mostly fairy swords. On the side of the Demon Dao, he is dressed more casually, most of them are black, and the magic weapons are also strange, such as skulls, fangs, and even the severed hands and feet of others.

There are more than 100 monks on both sides, and all of them are above the peak of Jiedan, and all kinds of spells and magic weapons collide in mid-air, and it is difficult to distinguish between you and me.

The leader of the Demon Dao, one of the four heroes of the Demon Dao, is fighting the four peak masters of the opponent alone, but she still looks at ease on her face, but she is charming but ruthless, revealing deadly elegance in every move.

The leader of the Immortal Dao is the head of the Kunlun faction, Dao Kunlun, he did not make a move, but just observed the battle situation not far away, but even this made the people of the Demon Dao feel a little afraid.

His gaze did not fall on the Demon Queen of the Northern Realm, who was one against four, but silently looked at his personal disciple Jiang Hao, and saw that he was suppressing a mid-stage Demon Infant monk on the other side, and his eyes showed a hint of relief.

Both sides are full of masters, and for a time the flames soared into the sky, the black shadows swayed, the thunder roared, and the wind roared in the mountains and forests, and on this nightmare swamp within a radius of hundreds of miles, they jointly painted a scene of the end of the world.

Just when the fierce battle between the two sides was in full swing, an old man's voice came, this voice sounded old and weak, but it was like the wail of the nine demons, which made people feel furious in their hearts, and the two sides also stopped.

"Dao Kunlun, you immortal old things are all virtuous, and you know that you will see your men die one by one. If you can't get up or not, if you don't get up to that treasure below, you'll have to run away with long legs, and none of us will be able to please it then!"

Hearing this, Dao Kunlun smiled contemptuously, the same old voice, but it was diametrically opposed to the old man, the voice was like thunder, the words were sonorous and powerful, and he replied awe-inspiringly, "I know that you demons are scheming on weekdays, and you dare to confront my Kunlun faction, how can the four heroes of the Demon Dao come here, don't pretend anymore, if you have any tricks, just use it!"

"Hahahaha!

With a sinister laugh, a ten-foot-tall, sturdy Demon Dao monk wearing a black cloak turned his back, his cloak gradually slipping off, and behind him was a thin old man.

The old man looked like a dead man, with a withered countenance, dull eyes, sunken eyes, not a single hair on the top of his head, skin as dry as tree bark, a body as thin as a skeleton, and his mouth did not move when he spoke.

"Dao Kunlun Master, we haven't seen each other for more than three hundred years, I don't know if you still remember the old age?"

Dao Kunlun's expression was still contemptuous, and he snorted coldly, "You old dog is not dead yet, I really regret that I didn't split you into ashes at that time!"

The old man smiled and said, "Wrong, wrong, the head of Dao Kunlun, you are wrong, the old man is a dead man, what can you talk about life and death?"

Seeing that this old man was so arrogant, Jiang Hao couldn't help but ask Xiang Dao Kunlun, "Master, the opponent is just a Demon Infant Peak Monk, why do you dare to talk to you in such a tone?"

Dao Kunlun replied, "Don't underestimate him, this old dog is also one of the four masters of the Demon Dao, called 'Southern Demon Corpse', insidious and vicious, heinous and heinous, he has refined hundreds of thousands of mortals into zombies, and he is the evil ghost who killed the most of my immortal Dao monks three hundred years ago, and even the same kind of Demon Dao are afraid of him!"

Hearing this, Jiang Hao's face immediately turned cold, and he swallowed his saliva unconsciously, and there was a trace of fear in his eyes.

Dao Kunlun seemed to recall the past, and couldn't help but be angry, and said, "Old dog, did the Demon Emperor send you to restrain me, he also underestimated me for thousands of years!"

The Southern Demon Corpse smiled again, and replied, "Wrong, wrong, Dao Kunlun Master, you are wrong again, I am not here to restrain you, but to be sent to kill you!"