"Wen Zilong, I have something to ask you."
The elder had a dark face and flew up and said in a questioning tone.
Wen Zilong smiled and said:
"Ask, I know everything and say everything. To put it simply, that's: a showdown."
When the great elder saw Wen Zilong's showing off his might, he sneered in his heart.
Continue:
"We sect leader, Yun Wuxin, have you killed?"
As soon as these words came out, the disciples on the ground were all stunned.
The sect leader... has fallen?
How is this possible?
Could it be that the Great Elder wants to cheat this deformed barbarian dragon?
Wen Zilong smiled and said:
"What does it have to do with me if your sect leader was killed by the barbarian dragon?"
The Great Elder said coldly:
"Ten days ago, after you left, our sect leader went to chase you and never came back. And there was only a huge pit and fragments of the sect leader's clothes left. If you didn't kill him, who else could there be?"
When he said this, Wen Zilong laughed:
"Haha, you still have any reason?"
"I brought more than 3,000 tenth-level flying beasts that day. We agreed on the price, one is willing to buy, and the other is willing to buy. As a result, you have bad ideas in your stomach. Openly trade, but secretly waited for me to leave your sect leader and followed me secretly. In the end, your sect leader came to intercept and kept saying that he wanted to kill me."
"Now I'm so embarrassed to ask me with a shameless face. Is your old face not red at all?"
The elder's voice became even colder:
"In short, if you dare to kill our sect leader, our Piaomiao Immortal Sect will never stop with you."
Wen Zilong spread his wings and said with a smile:
"Haha, so what if I don't die? Can you still eat me?"
The Great Elder continued to sneer.
(This guy seems to have only this expression. No, it’s obvious that the author’s vocabulary is too scarce, okay?)
"We really can't eat you, but we can kill you."
Before he finished speaking, he saw a 33 elder of the Piaomiao Immortal Sect flying up.
The momentum on his body completely spread out.
Tenth level!
Wuji strong man!
Wen Zilong was a little surprised. There was actually a tenth-level Wuji powerhouse in Piaomiao Immortal Sect.
The Great Elder sneered and looked at Wen Zilong.
"Deformity, you didn't expect that our Piaomiao Immortal Sect has tenth-level Wuji powerhouses!"
When he spoke, the aura of the thirty-three elders had already been pressing towards Wen Zilong.
Wen Zilong just smiled faintly, and the tenth-level aura on his body completely burst out.
He pushed back towards the thirty-three elders.
The momentum of the tenth-level strong men on both sides is confronting in the air.
The barbarian dragons present felt that their aura was suffocated.
Wen Zilong ignored the thirty-three elders, but instead looked at the elder and sneered:
"A tenth-level strongman, who is not?"
The Great Elder naturally had long guessed that Wen Zilong was a tenth-level Wuji powerhouse.
Otherwise, it would be impossible to kill the sect leader of Chaotian Sect and his own sect leader of Piaomiao Immortal Sect.
And he also knew that a tenth-level strongman in his sect was no match for Wen Zilong at all.
He sneered and feared, and said:
"You are at the tenth level, yes. But you are afraid it's not enough."
Before he finished speaking, two elders flew up from below.
Elder Thirty-five and Elder Thirty-seven.
The momentum of the two of them reached the tenth level.
Three tenth-level strong men!
At this moment, their momentum completely overwhelmed Wen Zilong's momentum.
After all, Wen Zilong's current momentum is only in the early stage of the tenth level.
Under the pressure of the opponent's three early tenth-level momentum, he felt that the energy was running a little uncomfortable.
His eyes were filled with surprise.
Three!
There are actually three tenth-level powerful people in Piaomiao Immortal Sect!
Then, with the words of the previous sect leader, wouldn’t they be four tenth-level powerful men?
But soon, Wen Zilong understood.
It’s not that they had so many tenth-level strong men before.
If they had been there before, wouldn’t they have pressed Chaotian Sect to the ground and beat it?
It seems that after they knew that the sect leader died, they used some secret method to upgrade the three elders in the sect to the tenth level in a short period of time.
But why didn’t you directly improve before?
It is very likely that this secret method has strong side effects.
In just a moment, Wen Zilong guessed all this.
At this time, the appearance of the three tenth-level powerful men caused a sensation in the Piaomiao Immortal Sect.
"I'll go, three tenth level!"
"There are so many top-notch people in our sect!"
"Strong, too strong!"
"That deformed barbarian dragon is dead this time."
The elder sneered:
"Wen Zilong, didn't expect that. Our Piaomiao Immortal Sect has so many tenth-level powerful men."
"Today is your death!"
Before he finished speaking, the bodies of the three tenth-level Wuji strong men had already gushed out of energy with different attributes at the same time.
Three attributes: gold, wood and earth.
As soon as the energy of the three attributes came out, their momentum reached its peak.
The disciples of Piaomiao Immortal Sect on the ground were already spitting out blood just after being affected.
The great elder not far away was also affected, and his energy could not be operated at all. He screamed and fell from the air.
A large pit in the shape of a barbarian dragon was smashed into the ground.
The entire Piaomiao Immortal Sect’s radius of twenty kilometers was broken under the momentum of three tenth-level powerful men.
Wen Zilong, who is at the center of pressure, can only use his own momentum to barely prevent himself from being injured by his momentum.
And it is very difficult to call his energy.
If it is an ordinary barbarian dragon, the only thing that can be done at this time is to escape.
Escape with all the cards to save your life.
On the ground, the elder who had just fallen down, although his breath was not smooth, he still sneered:
"Deformity, in front of three tenth-level Wuji strong men, all you can do is die!"
The three tenth-level strong men all showed ferocious expressions on their faces.
"Deformity, today I will ask you to pay our sect leader's life!"
"die!"
"Die for me!"
Amid the hideous and murderous cry of the three of them.
Wen Zilong smiled disdainfully.
Purple lightning instantly condensed in the right palm.
As soon as the purple lightning flashed out, the three tenth-level strong men all changed slightly.
How is that possible?
Isn’t it difficult to mobilize energy by being suppressed by the momentum of three tenth-level powerful men?
How could this kid use his energy to condense lightning?
They naturally didn't understand that this was not condensed by Wen Zilong's energy.
It's his natal weapon.
Just when their faces had not changed back, purple lightning flashed out instantly.
boom--
boom--
boom--
It was clearly a lightning bolt, divided into three times, slashing at the three tenth-level strong men.
However, because the lightning is too fast.
It looked like three lightning bolts slashed at them.
The figures of three tenth-level strong men have disappeared.
There were only three balls of ashes in the air, drifting with the wind.
This moment.
Chapter completed!