Chapter 147: The Three Great Masters of the Western Desert

Although Su Ling is the male protagonist in the novel, but looking at the description in the plot in the book, he can have the same strength as the sky, all relying on the support of the will of the heavens, if it were not for the will of the heavens, I am afraid he would have died on the way to the pursuit of all forces.

Chen Jinfei couldn't count how many times Feng Huang had rescued Su Ling, if it weren't for Feng Huang's existence, Su Ling would have died a long time ago.

But Chen Jinfei is not afraid of him, after all, there is systematic support behind him, and the scope of the system's ability far exceeds the will of the Heavenly Dao, and the places where it can help Chen Jinfei are far more than the will of the Heavenly Dao.

Although the Colorful Divine Blood and the True Dragon Immortal Emperor Technique are equivalent to human flesh plug-ins, the growth height of the four ancient beasts is far higher than these two human flesh plug-ins.

After thinking, Chen Xuanji put his hand on Chen Jinfei's shoulder and stared at him with his eyes.

Suddenly, a figure flashed through the air!

At the same time, countless figures appeared in mid-air, and as the dark clouds cleared, everything was revealed.

I saw countless monks suspended in the sky, tens of thousands of people and horses, or even more!

Looking at the clothes on their bodies, they look like the outfits of the people of the Western Desert, menacing! One by one, their faces were gloomy, as if they had ghosts in their hearts!

Chen Jinfei didn't expect that these people from the Western Desert would actually hide behind the dark clouds and use this clumsy trick to come to the territory of the Ziwei Holy Land.

It looks like the big war is coming!

Today, in the sky above the crape myrtle holy land, an unprecedented battle will definitely break out.

However, the people of the Western Desert would not have expected that the Crape Myrtle Holy Land had been waiting for them to take the bait here!

"Who's coming? Register your name. ”

Chen Xuanji scolded angrily, and clenched the sword trick in his hand in case of emergency.

The aura emanating from the bodies of the three people led by Xi Mo is similar to Chen Xuanji, and they should all be powerhouses of the Mahayana realm.

"Who? Someone who came to kill you. ”

"Don't say? Think you can hide your identity by covering your face? Lord Canaan? The Holy Lord of Jinxi? And the Hellflame Holy Lord? I don't know why I came to the crape myrtle holy land? ”

Chen Xuanji saw through their identities at a glance.

They are all the top powerhouses in this continent, and they naturally know each other, but the two regions are thousands of miles apart, and Chen Xuanji is not familiar with them, but they have a few faces.

The voice landed.

The first few people led by Xi Mo directly ripped off the mask on their faces, and under the mask was a gloomy expression, and the three of them stared at Chen Xuanji with a strong killing intent in their eyes.

It seems that their first target is the crape myrtle holy land.

The three Mahayana realm powerhouses were also sent to find out that there were two Mahayana realm masters in the Ziwei Holy Land, and it seemed that they were also prepared, and they wanted to take this opportunity to take the Ziwei Holy Land in one fell swoop.

"Huh! I haven't seen you for hundreds of years, I didn't expect your memory to be so good? What about knowing who we are? Old friend, you're still going to die here today. ”

The Holy Lord of Jinxi strode forward, holding a long stick in his hand, and his momentum was as fierce as a tiger descending from the mountain.

In an instant, tens of thousands of Western Desert monks behind him were ready to move, waiting for the signal all the time.

On the contrary, Chen Xuanji did not show embarrassment, but did not take this matter to heart at all.

The crape myrtle holy land has been prepared for a long time, and the current crape myrtle holy land is equivalent to a place that is easy to defend and difficult to attack, how easy is it to take it down?

"I wonder when the crape myrtle holy land will tie up with you? Why don't you give me a chance to explain? Dongzhou and West Desert well water does not interfere with river water? Is it possible that you want to break the current deadlock? Take the lead in provoking a war? ”

"The well water does not interfere with the river water? And what about provoking a war? When there is any force that can stop the rise of the Western Desert today, you will be able to understand the intention of what we are doing when we are under the Nine Springs, but before that, the Ziwei Holy Land must disappear. ”

"Really? Think crape myrtle holy land is soft persimmon? At your mercy? ”

"So what? Isn't it just a little girl in the Mahayana realm? Could it be that you still want to block the three of us Mahayana realms? I advise you to disarm and surrender, making cattle and horses for the West Desert is also a rare errand in the world, and it won't take long for the West Desert to become the strongest force in the whole continent. ”

At this moment, Chen Xuanji clenched his palms, and a fresh breeze suddenly blew behind him.

Looking back, it was Fenghuang.

Feng Huang's face was resolute, his eyes swept over everyone in front of him, his gaze rested on the body of the Hellflame Holy Lord, and a smile flashed on his face involuntarily.

Who did she think it was? It turned out to be the previous defeated subordinate, the defeated subordinate who was beaten to cry dad and call his mother.

The Hellflame Holy Lord's gaze also stayed on Feng Huang's body, and in the first second, a hint of fear appeared in his eyes, but in an instant, his gaze became deep, and he hated Feng Huang in front of him.

The two Mahayana Realm Holy Masters beside him also discovered the clues, and looked at the Hellflame Holy Lord in unison.

"It's this little Nizi, she was the one who robbed the Prison Flame Holy Land before!"

"Today, we must take down the crape myrtle holy land, and then we will be ashamed!"

The Hellflame Holy Lord opened his mouth and muttered two words.

Just as he was speaking, there were two more figures in the sky, and the people who came were Chen Jinfei and the ancient puppet.

"Shame on the snow? Do you really think you have what it takes? ”

"The Western Desert is the powerhouse of the three Mahayana realms, and it seems that our crape myrtle holy land is also the same."

Chen Jinfei's voice landed.

The Ancient Golem rushed straight to the front!

This startled the Hellflame Holy Lord, and he directly took two steps back involuntarily, until now he still remembered clearly, those two slaps left a great shadow in his heart, and he couldn't linger away for a long time.

Looking at the aura emanating from the Desolate Ancient Puppet, it was the breath of the Mahayana Realm, and it was also the peak of the Mahayana Realm, in fact, with the strength of the Desolate Ancient Puppet, it was enough to block the offensive of the two Mahayana Realm powerhouses.

The situation was reversed in an instant!

Both sides have three Mahayana realms, and their combat effectiveness is equal.

The three Holy Masters of the Western Desert would not have expected that a mere Holy Land force could sit on the three Mahayana realms.

If the Western Desert withdraws its troops today, not only will Dongzhou be killed in the future, but the Western Desert will definitely become the target of the public and be squeezed by all the forces on the mainland.

No matter what, rise to the occasion!

"It can't be delayed any longer, sooner or later something will go wrong! First solve the Ziwei Holy Land, and see if you can get the firepower reinforcements of the other two Holy Land forces, and hope that there will be no sudden changes on their side. ”

The Holy Lord of Jinxi strode forward, his eyes met with the desolate puppet, and he didn't pay attention to a dead thing at all.

For him, what if the puppet has the strength of the Mahayana realm? Could it be that he can far surpass a human in terms of intelligence?

Therefore, in his heart, this desolate ancient puppet of the Mahayana realm is equivalent to half of the Mahayana realm.

As everyone knows, their conjecture is just the opposite.