After He Yuanhua passed the sound to Chen San into the secret, there was no second sentence, and then the three of them didn't do anything, so they circled in place, and the scene was very weird.

"What kind of people are you two from!?"

Chen San thought for a moment, his lips trembled, and he asked the two of them.

"The two of us are the people of the Moroya clan, and I am the seventeenth son of the lord of the Changdou Kingdom of the Sorrowful Realm!"

Obviously, He Yuanhua and the others were very cautious about this kind of topic, and even Zhang Chong, who seemed to be impermanent, had to reply with a voice.

It's just that Zhang Chong's words still can't solve the doubts in Chen San's heart, and after Zhang Chong replied, Chen San was silent again, and his thoughts were like electricity.

will ask himself what kind of people he is, and it is a voice question, obviously he does not want to be heard or heard, and the implication in the words is that if Chen San is the race that Zhang Chong and the others think, then he must know what the two are asking?

However, do Terrans have a tribal distinction in terms of territory?

As far as Chen San knew, from the classics and from the elders, the human race had no other clans called clans except for the family, and the Moroya clan that the two of them were talking about was obviously not a family.

In the eyes of the family in the immortal cultivation world, the country that mortals will form is just some children's things, and the political dynasty is cumbersome and inactive, so the family in the immortal cultivation world will never build a country, nor is it allowed to build a country in its territory, and the family in the immortal cultivation world pays more attention to the inheritance of a surname, and how to grow their own family is the pursuit of every family member.

If we exclude the human race, and distinguish between the foreign races that form the kingdom by race, then only three races are left that will have such habits.

One is the demon clan that is advanced and transformed by various demon beasts, the other is the ghost clan that gathers yin and evil ghosts, and the other is the demon clan that fought with the human race tens of thousands of years ago and was finally defeated and returned to the demon realm.

First of all, the race of Zhang Chong and the two can be eliminated from the ghost clan first, because the two of them obviously appeared in front of Chen San's eyes in a physical body, and their cultivation is the same Jindan realm realm, even if Zhang Chong and the two have powerful secret methods, Chen San does not believe that the two of them can completely cover up the extremely strong yin and evil death qi, so that Chen San can't detect it.

Demon Race? Or Demon Race?

The aura of spiritual power emanating from Zhang Chong's two bodies, although it is evil, gives people the feeling of being more like the demon cultivators in the monks' mouths, some monks who practice the magic exercises from the demon clan, but the abnormality of He Yuanhua's hands seems to be one of the hundred clans of the demon clan.

However, after Chen Chong was suppressed by Chen San and stabbed a wisp of spiritual consciousness in the soul inside, the black blood that he spit out when he was injured caused by the backlash seemed to be one of the characteristics of the demon race.

Uncle, what the hell are these two humanoid guys!?

Chen San couldn't help but curse in his heart, seeing that the faces of the two people in front of him were impatient, Chen San gritted his teeth and replied coldly: "I am a citizen of the Hesheng clan. ”

As soon as Chen San's words came out, although the suspicion in Zhang Chong's eyes was still there, it also disappeared a lot, and He Yuanhua's lips trembled again. The egg hurts

Seeing this, Chen San secretly exhaled in his heart, it seemed that a clan name he had made up at random was a small clan name that the two in front of him had never heard of, and the two of them were not sure, but they also believed in the appearance of their own counting.

Suddenly, Chen San's eyes widened suddenly, and his left hand pushed the giant fireball that had risen to more than twenty zhang forward, and at the same time, the green light under his feet flourished, and his body quickly retreated.

However, Chen San, whose body was moving, had not yet retreated three feet away, and an invisible mountain of huge force slammed into Chen San's body, and then Chen San's retreating figure flew back like an arrow, and when he flew back, a trace of blood couldn't stop overflowing the corners of Chen San's mouth.

Injured by the huge bombardment, Chen San didn't seem to feel pain, his eyes looked coldly at Zhang Yuan and the two who were getting farther and farther away, and looked at the two of them looking at him with a sneer, and a wave of anger burned in his heart.

The black light emitted by the eight-petal golden lotus lamp looks like a pitch-black ball of light from the outside, and if the outer monks are not cultivated enough, their divine sense will not be able to penetrate at all, and only the Jindan stage monk can pass his divine consciousness through the other end of the light ball.

However, even if the Jindan period monk was exploring the inside of the pitch-black ball of light outside, it was also very difficult, and it was obvious that the eight-petal golden lotus lamp was not an ordinary treasure.

The black light emitted by this treasure will be difficult to lock even after the Jindan period monk's divine sense penetrates, and the divine sense is like a fishing line in a rapid, not only difficult to fix in one place, but also extremely difficult to move.

As for using the microscopic technique to inspect, basically the monks who paid attention to the battle situation inside the pitch-black light ball had used it, but it still had little effect.

It is because of the extraordinariness of the eight-petal golden lotus lamp that the Cuiweilou monks and the Floating Light Sect monks who have fought together since they withdrew from the pitch-black light ball have left three points of strength and never used them, leaving three points of their minds to fall on the pitch-black light ball, in case their own monks inside are defeated, they can step forward to respond.

Just like the fierce battle between Luo Hongmei and Bai Zhilong, who had hidden magical powers above the sky, the battle above the sky could decide the fate of everyone below, and the battle in the dark ball of light was the same.

If Luo Hongmei and Bai Zhilong had not been divided, and the three people in the pitch-black ball of light had been separated first, then the fate of the losing side would have also been decided, although it was a temporary situation, but it was enough to make many monks fall.

When Chen San was defeated, Fuguang sent people to kill the monk of Cuiweilou, and in the end, even if Luo Hongmei returned victorious, the monk of Cuiweilou had also fallen.

He Yuanhua and Zhang Chong were defeated, and the monks of Cuiweilou killed the Fuguang Sect, and in the end, even if Bai Zhilong returned victoriously, all he saw was the corpses of the Fuguang Sect people all over the ground.

Such an unpredictable situation, how can you make the monks on both sides do their best, they are all your magic weapon and my secret technique, you come and go, and the battle is sonic and sonic in the four fields, but it has not been seen for a long time.

The monks of the two sides did have some spare strength, but one of them, Mo Xiaokui, a ghost creature with a cold and black aura around him and a red light in his eyes, was not a monk, and he was not as thoughtful as a monk.

Mo Xiaokui was in the battlefield, just doing his best to follow the orders of his master Chen San, and kept flying up and down to chase the disciples of the Fuguang Sect, and the black vaporized python around his body rolled out to take back a living person who was screaming and crying, and kept chewing on the delicious blood food in his mouth, and the scarlet blood line couldn't help hanging down from between his teeth, holding a terrifying picture of Yama Hell.

"Interesting! Interesting!"

Everything above the top of the Floating Light Sect Mountain, at this time, there is a person who is very happy to watch, and from time to time a smile hangs on his pretty face, and his mouth is funny.

This person was wearing a big red shirt, with a corset of trousers inside, and his chest was slightly swollen, and a big red robe was draped outside, such a conspicuous shirt, and it was also a daughter's home, who could it be if it wasn't Lu Xiufang, the owner of the Blazing Fire Gate.