The bright moon, which was as round as a jade disk, spread a layer of silver glow on the earth.

Wang Zhong landed on the open-air viewing platform of the villa from the roof of the Tian family's villa, like a gust of wind.

The fish who control everything and are disturbed cannot escape the fate of being killed.

The "Nine Birds Imperial Killing Gong" cultivated by the Sect Master of the Heavenly Killing Sect in one line, as a true holy method of Yuan Qi cultivation based on the way of killing, is the first thing to oppress and control the momentum.

The breeze blew slowly, rolling up the dust and dead leaves on the ground.

The next moment, Wang Zhong's momentum was released, and the surroundings of the Tian family villa seemed to be frozen in space and time, and everything was still.

A terrifying momentum, like the collapse of a mountain in the sky, passed through the top floor of the Tian family villa and entered the hall of the villa.

Tian Hu, the head of the Tian family, who was restless on the main seat, was extremely frightened in his heart, and he suddenly found that his body could not move.

The only thing that could move was Tian Hu's eyes and thoughts.

"How, what, can, can, this, to, bottom, is, what, etc., realm, realm, realm, of, god, holy?" Tian Hu's mind was leaping word by word.

He tried to roll his eyes to look at the rest of the hall, all of whom were as frightened as he was.

Fear made the faces of everyone in the hall distort extremely.

At this moment, the despair in Tian Hu's heart seemed to be like ashes.

He was a Heaven-level junior martial artist, but he was actually oppressed by an invisible force like this, and he couldn't move at all.

He, a heaven-level martial artist, was like a waste at this time.

The overwhelming momentum on Wang Zhong's body continued to impact the surroundings of the Tian family's villa, wave after wave, like the stormy waves in the sea crashing against the beach.

"Everything is under control. ”

Looking at the brilliant lights in the Tian family's villa, Wang Zhong muttered softly to himself.

At this moment, an unusual aura directly broke the momentum he released.

Immediately after, this powerful aura spread towards him at a rapid pace.

Wang Zhong just blinked an eye, and this unusual aura was like a rushing wave, constantly agitating and colliding with his momentum, and then quickly confronted it.

At this time, Wang Zhong's expression became very solemn.

He didn't see who emitted this aura, but he was sure that this person, like him, was a cultivator of Yuan Qi.

And it's not impartial, this person's realm is also like him, and it is all at the emperor level of the Fetal Light Puxuan Realm.

Since Wang Zhong came down from the ruins of the end of the sea, except for the old man in charge of the secular realm of the Heavenly Killing Sect, he had never met any other Yuan Qi cultivators.

Unexpectedly, today, in Jiangzhong City, a small second-level entrepreneur family, Tian Jia, he actually met such a master.

Through the induction of spiritual sense, Wang Zhong found that the person who emitted this breath was slowly approaching his side.

The continuous impact of the breath of the two of them caused slight ripples in the surrounding air, and Tian Hu and the others in the Tian family's villa felt a shocking oppression that was even more terrifying than just now.

Wang Zhong released his momentum alone, and the bodies of Tian Hu and the others were completely unable to move.

It was only because Tian Hu was a junior martial artist of the Heavenly Rank that his eyes and thoughts could move with difficulty, and people like Tian Chongguang and Tian Leopard were already about to short-circuit.

Now, there is another breath that is comparable to Wang Zhong.

The double oppression is like making matters worse, and everyone in the Tian family villa is about to collapse due to oppression.

Faintly, Tian Hu heard the sound of teacups, dishes, etc. shattering and the creaking of wooden furniture.

Tian Chongguang, Tian Bao and others were even more oppressed by the breath and lay directly on the ground.

"Da, da, da......"

Slow and rhythmic footsteps came from the stairwell upstairs of the villa.

Wang Zhong tightened his eyes and stared intently at the staircase of the open-air viewing platform.

After three breaths, a man with blond hair, a tall and burly figure, obviously not an oriental face, entered Wang Zhong's field of vision.

Wang Zhong's gaze froze.

"Westerners!"

A strange color flashed in Wang Zhong's heart.

He looked at the blonde man in front of him seriously, and the blond man was just like Wang Zhong, looking at Wang Zhong seriously.

"Who are you, why did you break into Tian's house at night?"

The blond burly man, speaking non-standard Chinese, asked Wang Zhong.

"This is the east, the land of our descendants of Yan and Huang! Wang Zhong did not answer the blonde man's words, his face did not show any color, and said unceremoniously.

He paused slightly, and then, as if interrogating, asked the blonde man, "Let me ask you, who are you, and why are you hiding in the Tian family?"

Although Wang Zhong entered the Tian family as a killer, he met a Western cultivator in this situation, and no matter what, he was on the side of righteousness.

Without a legitimate reason, the cultivators of the two holy lands of the Eastern Frontier and the Corner Hill were not allowed to allow the cultivators of the West to walk freely on the land of the Yan Country.

Naturally, the rules in the West are the same as in the East.

"In the Western world, the most representative places of legend that can cultivate vitality masters are the Grom High Holy Land and the Eternal Night Hills. Wang Zhong's eyes moved slightly, thinking in his mind.

"Dear friend, you are a practitioner who came out of the Eastern Cultivation Holy Land and practiced in the Yan Country, right?" said the burly blonde with a smile on his face, looking at Wang Zhong.

Obviously, he had some understanding of the cultivation realm in the East.

"Look at the tattoo on your neck, you're from the Illuminati in the Gromgau Holy Land. Wang Zhong's sharp gaze saw the mark on the neck of the blonde man.

The burly blonde man fell silent all of a sudden.

Just when Wang Zhong said the three words [Bright Sect], the aura released from his body fluctuated instantly.

Although the blonde man quickly adjusted his breath, he was still captured by Wang Zhong.

"The mood fluctuation is so big, it's a pity that it's such a big flaw just now! If I had just done it directly, this person would be seriously injured if he didn't die. Wang Zhong said regretfully.

"But what the hell is going on? Even if I tell where he came from, I won't be in a state of mind! Moreover, anyone who is a little observant can see the mark on his neck. ”

"Could it be that this person is still a person with a story?" Wang Zhong's eyes flashed, and he thought in his mind.

"Yes! I used to be a member of the Illuminati, but not anymore. The burly blonde man, with a look of loss in his eyes, said in a lonely tone.

"Are you...... Outcasts of the Bright Sect!" Wang Zhong's heart couldn't help but be shocked, and he said with some surprise.