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Eight hundred and twentieth chapters Wujiang's win

"Young Master Yuantun knows this person?" The old man with long eyebrows lowered and drooped, his body was thin, but he exuded an extremely terrifying aura.

Yuantun bowed, "Great Grandpa, the previous hunting failure is the reason!"

"Hmm?" The old man with long eyebrows frowned, "It's time to kill!"

call--

A hot breath burst out, and countless red divine chains appeared above his head, hanging down, setting off his majesty like a god.

"The strongest person in the imperial rank!"

In amazement, the monks around him retreated one after another, showing a look of horror on their faces.

If the way of heaven does not come out, the strongest person in the imperial rank is the peak, and he can travel around the ancient land!

"The strongest man in the imperial rank takes action, this monk is afraid he will be in danger."

"The elders of the Killing Huoman Tribe are unforgivable!"

"No one can save him, but a powerful existence will be wiped out."

The old man with long eyebrows looked indifferent, raised his hand and pointed forward, and a red divine chain above his head shot out like a horse, trying to pierce Mo Yu and burn it into ashes.

Suddenly, a little black appeared quietly, expanding outward, forming a layer of black ice that blocked the front.

The red divine chain blasted down and made a shocking sound. A ball of white mist rose up. In the surging, red and dark forces were entangled together, devouring each other and fighting each other wildly.

Extremely hot and extremely cold forces burst out, but they are neutralized with each other, strangely causing no great damage.

Swish-

Several more figures appeared, one of them stepped forward and bowed and said, "Thanks to the help of fellow Taoists that day, my Shuiman Tribe is here today, so I will never let fellow Taoists suffer."

This person is Wujiang.

The old man with long eyebrows in the Huoman tribe shook slightly and became completely gloomy. "I want to kill this person, how dare you stop him?"

"Why don't you dare!" A black-clad old woman sneered, "Yuan Duo, do you think she's afraid of you?"

"Wu Shuyue, you old monster is not dead yet!"

"When you are alive, how can I take one step first!"

"Then, I will give you a trip today." The old man with long eyebrows spoke gloomy.

The old woman screamed, "Let's see who dies first!"

boom--

The two people's auras met, and without real action, they had already caused a divine chain to emerge in the void, one fire and one water, one red and one deep black, and they drooped down, emitting infinite destructive aura.

The other monks in the two sectors were also tense and had to fight at any time!

"Stop!" As he shouted, two old men in golden robe appeared in the air, with a powerful aura suppressing all directions.

"Everyone, please restrain yourself in our Jinman tribe!" One of them spoke.

Another person told me, "Otherwise, it would be a provocation to our Jinman tribe, and they would be expelled and would not be allowed to participate in this trade fair."

The old man with long eyebrows looked gloomy and growled: "Can I, the elder of the Huoman Tribe, die of vain?"

"In my Jinman tribe, you must not take action." The old man who spoke first looked plain, but had a strong aura.

As the head of the five major tribes, the Jinman tribe has such strong confidence!

"Great grandpa, since you discovered this beast, are you still afraid that he can escape? It's not too late to kill him when he leaves the Jinman tribe." Yuantun whispered, looking coldly, "Boy, this time you have to have wings and fly!"

The old man with long eyebrows was silent for a few breaths, snorted coldly, turned around and strode away.

The Huoman tribe followed closely behind.

In the air, two old ancestor figures of the Jinman tribe frowned and looked at Mo Yu, nodded slightly to the old woman in the Waterman tribe, and turned around and left.
Chapter completed!
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