The messenger has been gone for a long time.

Su Miaojin also left, and when he left, he glanced at Xin Zhuo deeply, and left a sentence: "The demon clan is the top three powerful ethnic groups among the ten thousand clans, after the initial emperor and the emperor of Tongtian, the Purple Buddha Emperor of the demon clan suppressed the heavens and the earth for 27,000 years, and there are many masters of the demon clan!" There are also demons entering the trial, you know. ”

This sentence is somewhat inexplicable.

In the bowl with many noodles and few sides of beef, there is a lot of beef, and on the side is the jade plate that represents identity, asking for help, and contacting the saints of the Quartet.

The guardian of the "Hundred Tribes".

Su Miaojin is a strict person, and those old guys now know him Xin Zhuo well enough, so it is really dangerous to say that there is danger, and it is also dangerous for the Mixed Yuan Saint to go.

Su Miaojin is not wrong at all, sometimes people's hearts are more terrible than other races.

Even if you are amazingly talented and a mixed Yuan saint, you are only a human saint, and you are not strong enough.

The old ghost master doesn't know what he has done to "anger and resentment", as a disciple has to bear, it's okay to be obedient and sensible, if you are disobedient, they are afraid of you, they can hold you to the sky on the surface, and naturally they can also kick you into the abyss.

That biological father, when he needs you, is extremely eager, because you are a manufacturable material, you can cultivate, once you find that you can't control you, you are useless, you are still that impure blood, you can abandon it at will.

The situation went round and round, as if it was back to the beginning.

Although no one wants to kill you, they force you to die, force you to fight with all races, and the "Seven Emperors" and the Great Sages and Saint Kings are pressing on their heads.

But......

Xin Zhuo's heart did not fluctuate, and he even wanted to eat beef a little.

The only thing that those people mistook about him was that he Xin Zhuo, the soul of a modern person, had no sense of belonging to any human race and all races, and there was no righteousness, blood and desperation.

If Wan Clan is not a fool, he will definitely cherish the potential of a Mixed Yuan Saint!

Moreover, he was even thinking about whether it was possible to quietly destroy the world's holy lands, caves, and great sects while taking advantage of the war of all races, and sacrifice to the spirits? ”

Then you can't send it?

Well, it's a good idea, but it's too dangerous, so shelving it for now.

The top priority is for him to be able to bend and stretch, pretend not to know on the surface, obey the arrangement, and secretly see if he can make a windfall of the war of all races. In the future, it will be so strong that you can not look at people's eyes, and then you will overturn that mountain!

All in all, the bureau is alive!

Thinking of this, Xin Zhuo divided a bowl of noodles into two bowls, gave Xiao Huang a bowl, and one person and one dog ate it cleanly.

Then he seemed to react to something, slammed the table, and scolded the three-character scripture.

The shopkeeper had been staring at him, and at this moment he cautiously approached: "Guest officer, what's not to your liking?" ”

"It tastes good, it's just that I forgot to bring the money, those people ran away, I don't actually know them!"

"Uh......"

The rain became heavier and heavier, and the shopkeeper was stunned on the spot, and after a while, he smiled and said: "A noble person like you, being able to come to a small shop is really a small shop, where do you dare to ask for money?" Guest officers walk slowly, come often! ”

"The road is wide! I owe you...... Fourteen bowls of beef noodle money, wait for me to come back to you, you are gone, pay back your descendants! ”

Xin Zhuo got up and patted him on the shoulder, with Xiao Huang, his figure flashed, and disappeared into the sky.

The shopkeeper looked at his distant figure, his eyes were shining, he rushed into the house, and shouted to his daughter-in-law: "Developed, the saint is worth ten thousand gold, and my Wang Lao Wu's branch will definitely soar in the future, tell his son, in the future, when the saint comes back, our family will be the emperor, my temple number, and the ancestor!" ”

The daughter-in-law wiped her apron and laughed: "Just wait for the words of the saint, hahaha......"

……

At the moment when Xin Zhuo left, five figures appeared in the sky, Ye Feiying, Zhao Chunqiu, Ji Fengyu, Yingshi Yingqi and Jiang Wen, and the five of them no longer had their original enthusiasm on their faces.

"He went?" Ye Feiying asked.

Zhao Chunqiu brushed his beard and said: "Genius, naturally he has his own persistence and righteousness, he will definitely go!" ”

Ying Ke shook his head and said: "He doesn't know what his master has done, but it's a pity that he is a good seedling, this son is a mixed sage, the only one in the world!" ”

"It is indeed unjust!"

Ji Fengyu's face was ugly, "Although half of the masters of the ten thousand clans above the Great Sage came to attack the four major arrays, and most of them were on the mountain, but the hundred clans, thirty saints would have to sink into the sand!" And why let him go, is there no better option? ”

"Pedantic!" Ye Feiying reprimanded: "It's because the Emperor of Medicine has done too much, and this son is not subject to discipline, no one can take it away, he can't control it, and he has no affection for his biological father. This matter was personally ordered by the Seven Emperors! ”

Ji Fengyu shook his head and looked at Jiang Wen: "What does Brother Jiang think?" ”

Jiang Wen was silent for a long time, and said: "The Yuan of the Hundred Clans always has to be guarded by someone, the war of the Ten Thousand Clans is difficult, the human saints are scarce, and he is the strongest among the human saints!" ”

Ji Fengyu stopped talking.

……

"Whoosh-"

The dense figure of the warrior in the sky rushed in all directions, the world's super sects, big sects, martial arts families, and small sects, belonging to three thousand small formations, arrived within a month, violators, beheaded!

Xin Zhuo's momentum was in full swing, and the true qi of the nine-colored saint crossed the sky, and wherever he passed, countless warriors gave way one after another, saluting respectfully with respectful faces.

Even the ancestors and quasi-saint masters in the eyes of ordinary martial artists also lowered their posture and bowed sincerely.

"Mixed Yuan Sage, Xin Zhuo!"

"I don't know which small formation to sit in, if you belong to your own family, you have a better chance of being alive."

There are even more well-informed people who recognize the identity of this nine-colored holy miracle, and their faces are eager.

However, the Nine Colored Sacred Miracles did not stop for half a minute, flashed by, and disappeared into the sky in the blink of an eye.

Xin Zhuo's destination was not "Baizu Yuan", but the capital of the Great Qian, who arrived half a day later and jumped into the palace, and the nine-colored holy rhyme reflected the entire Qianli Imperial Capital.

Millions of people, whatever they were doing, immediately walked out of their houses and bowed in a panic.

The bigwigs in the capital were taken aback and poured out.

King Jing Ji Bixuan led a large number of high-ranking civil and military officials, his face was flustered, and he scolded: "Nine Colored Holy Miracles, Mixed Yuan Saints? Xin Zhuo, what is this guy doing, he is the middle beam to resist the tribulation of all races......"

"Your Highness, don't disrespect the Yuan Saint!" Zhongshu Ling Dacheng Prime Minister Ji Man also knew Xin Zhuo, but he was a rigid and conservative person, and immediately scolded him.

"Got it."

A group of people entered the Nine Dragons Hall of the Lord, but there was no one, and they hurried to the secret passage under the Sheji Palace.

Finally, in the endless abyss and peaks, I saw Xin Zhuo in front of Feng Shuning, the county lord of Sanssouci and Tuoba Ling'er with a respectful expression.

He was putting his hands behind his back and looking down into the abyss.

"Sister...... Brother-in-law! ”

Ji Bixuan swallowed his saliva, with a little caution and envy on his face, God is pitiful, he was comparable to Xin Zhuo's cultivation at the beginning, but now he is only Yuanji Jiulin, and it will take some years for the quasi-saint, Xin Zhuo has already moved the world, and the power of mixed yuan, who doesn't know? It's only been a few years, and the word "brother-in-law" has to be shouted if you don't shout.

Xin Zhuo didn't pay attention, but asked softly, "How long will it take?" ”

Feng Shuning hesitated for a moment, not daring to answer.

Ji Bixuan said with a smile: "Your Majesty's cultivation is different from others, the first emperor in the world, but the Ji family paid a great price in exchange, as soon as Your Majesty breaks through, he will be a True Yuan Saint or Xuanyuan Saint!" ”

Xin Zhuo bowed his head, looked at the abyss again, for a long time, turned around, and disappeared in one step.

"Hey......"

Ji Bixuan wanted to say something more, where was there still a figure, so he had to scold: "You also say something considerate!" ”

……

Xin Zhuo left the capital of the Great Qiandi, and still did not go to the "Hundred Tribes", but to the big city "Suiyang", 80,000 miles south of the capital of the Great Qian, and landed directly on a hundred-foot high building.

Nine-colored holy relics are scattered all over the city.

Millions of soldiers and civilians in the entire city were shocked, and they flocked to the high-rise buildings to pay homage to the holy miracles, but when they arrived downstairs, they were stopped by a group of mysterious people: "The Forgotten Immortal Building has been packed, and idlers are not allowed to enter!" ”

This group of people are all in the Lingtai Realm, and all of them have monstrous killing intent.

The crowd was frightened and scattered.

At this moment, the five of them swept past the guards and hurried into the gate of the tall building.

The shopkeeper of "Forget Immortal Building" is a woman, not only has the appearance of flowers and moons, but also has the cultivation of Hun Yuan Xu, everyone admires it within a radius of thousands of miles, and at this moment he greeted five people and saluted respectfully: "Senior Gou, Senior Li, Mr. Zhuge , the big boss is upstairs!" ”

"Got it, stand down!"

These five people are none other than Prophet Gou, Li Guangling, Mr. Zhuge , the Master of the Ten Thousand Laws Sect and Duan Dapeng, the sect leader of the Ritian Sect back then.

The five of them cautiously went upstairs, their faces flushed with excitement.

Prophet Gou's old face trembled: "It's only been a few years, this guy is a mixed Yuan sage, and his fame has moved the world, he deserves to be a big boss, Lao Tzu is just Yuan Ji now, and he is still ...... The private use of public funds has made a lot of natural treasures. ”

Li Guangling also said: "What Lao Gou said is too reasonable! ”

Mr. Zhuge was more rigorous and asked cautiously: "Mixed Yuan Sage, what does it represent?" ”

Prophet Gou laughed: "If you don't die, you can't run a true supreme!" ”

Mr. Zhuge looked stunned.

That section of Dapeng's fat face trembled, and his eyes lit up: "I knew that I would be in charge of the Heavenly Sect!" ”

When they reached the top floor, the five of them pushed the door and entered, and they saw Xin Zhuo and Xiao Huang who were tasting fruit.

"Hahaha......"

"Congratulations, our King Heaven and Earth Network has risen!"

The five of them looked up to the sky and laughed, and the tears of Dapeng's laughter came out.

"Laugh and hang it, count it as a hexagram!"

Xin Zhuo pushed away the fruit and pointed to the table, "Whole! ”

(End of chapter)