long night walk

Chapter 474

A god attendant came suddenly, he tilted his head, looked at the black magic sealing sword in Ying Xiu's hand, let out a yow, and said unexpectedly: "It's also a fairy sword, no wonder you kid is so rampant and rude, but Your mother didn't tell you that there is a difference between a low-grade fairy weapon and a high-grade fairy weapon."

The huge black umbrella in the sky can not only shock and injure everyone, but it can even absorb the spiritual power of the cultivation base, and even the soul of a spiritual weapon.

For weapons, it has a terrible suppression ability.

Ying Xiu, who was holding the Demon Sealing Sword, faintly felt that his saber's rank was faintly falling.

The god attendant looked at him with disdain, and the strange, almost rude and teasing gaze gave Ying Xiu an extremely unreal illusion about the world for the first time.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's face turned red in embarrassment. He came from the Zhongyou Dynasty with a noble lineage.

Even if the immortal sects in the world have something to say about the Zhongyou Dynasty, they only dare to discuss it privately. He was born with a noble status, countless geniuses of the same generation all bowed their heads when they saw him, and even the elders of the masters did not dare to be rude to him .

Along the way, he treats people with kindness and tenderness, not to mention being admired by all the stars, but he is determined that no one will dare to pinch his neck like this, with playful eyes like looking at ants.

The god attendant saw the anger and shame in his eyes, he laughed twice, slowly loosened his neck, put him on the ground, stretched out his hand to straighten his collar, and said, "I can see that you It should be of extraordinary origin, and be the one with the highest status among this group of human beings."

Ying Xiu angrily shook off the hand between the collar, and said coldly: "The man who fights, what's the point!"

The god attendant sneered, clenched his fists, and with energy between his fingers, he punched Ying Xiu's face.

With cracked teeth and broken bones, Ying Xiu didn't even have time to let out a scream. The fist on his face was deeply sunken, and blood flew out of teeth.

He stumbled back two steps, his blood-stained face was quickly covered by anger, His Royal Highness roared, the red official robe bulged and danced, and countless black and cold crow feathers fluttered from the hem of the clothes.

But under the umbrella of the fairy artifact, Ying Xiu's power was completely suppressed, and the speed of summoning the crow was much slower than usual, and the god attendant grabbed the void forcefully.

On the side of Ying Xiu's cheek, cold blood gushed wildly, and a dead Crow was just thrown on the ground by him.

The god attendant, with a surprised expression on his face, grabbed Ying Xiu's hair and yanked it down, raised his knee and pressed it heavily against his blood-stained face.

Ying Xiu finally couldn't take it anymore, he let out a painful groan, his scalp and cheeks were in unbearable pain, but what was even more uncomfortable was that this extremely humiliating behavior undoubtedly trampled his self-esteem on the ground.

"His Royal Highness!"

"His Royal Highness!"

The group of monks following Ying Xiu all exclaimed in unison.

The god servant who grabbed Ying Xiu's hair showed mocking eyes, and said with a chuckle, "Kneel down for me."

Ying Xiu's whole body was shaken, and his head, which was forced to lower his head, suddenly lifted up regardless of the severe scalp pain, and stared at him with red eyes: "What are you talking about! You!"

God Attendant raised his finger lightly, and the energy from his fingertips swept out, a small bright red hole pierced through his abdomen, which was only half an inch away from his spiritual root.

He repeated coldly: "Kneel down."

Physical pain is replaced by deep fear.

The spiritual root is one of the most important foundations for practitioners. If the spiritual root is destroyed and the cultivation base is completely useless, even the human body will quickly become old, weak and weak.

Cold sweat dripped down the blood on his cheeks, and there was no room for maneuver in the god servant's indifferent tone. As long as he resisted a little, the next finger would penetrate his spiritual roots without hesitation.

As one of the three sons of the Heavenly Dao, as His Highness the Crown Prince Zhongyou, he will never allow himself to be a useless person with no cultivation!

Gritting his teeth tightly, the muscles under the back of his clothes were bulging and tense because of the shame he endured. Ying Xiu said nothing, and let out a heavy panting sound like a dying beast.

He slowly lowered his body, his knees resting on the hard ground, his body trembling violently.

All the monks behind him were stunned, although they knew in their hearts that instead of destroying Dao Ji Linggen, they would choose to endure the humiliation and kneel for a while.

But when they saw that Ying Xiu really bent his back, they still felt incredible.

They secretly thought in their hearts, after tearing off the identity of Prince Zhongyou and Young Master Tianxi, it turns out that he is just an ordinary person.

After Ying Xiu knelt down, he fell into a deathly silence. The servant let go of his hair in satisfaction, and he looked around the crowd indifferently.

Those people looked at each other, and although they were extremely angry and unwilling, His Highness the Crown Prince knelt down. Little people like them still gritted their teeth and stubborn bones. Wouldn't it be a mayfly shaking a big tree and bringing about their own destruction.

After a while, everyone knelt down one after another.

The head of the god attendant had a mocking smile on his face, and said: "It turns out that we don't need to draw our swords, some people's bones soften on their own."

The immature-looking child ignored his sarcasm. He calmly glanced at the crowd who hadn't bowed before fighting, then looked away and looked at the young man in the crowd.

The boy was not very tall, but he did not kneel down with everyone.

So he looks at the moment.

It looks extraordinarily high.

He didn't know when he stopped in front of a god attendant.

The god attendant was originally going to search in the direction of the stone house promenade where the tribe rested and stayed.

Under the aura of the big umbrella, Fang Geyu and the others' auras are clearly visible.

The god attendant looked cold: "There is always no shortage of stupid people in this world."

Bai Lian sighed softly and said, "There are always many people who don't understand the truth in this world, so..."

God Attendant: "So?"

Bai Lian raised his fist, and smashed it directly and decisively at his face.

"So just use your fists to reason with them."

The god attendant raised his head in astonishment, and looked at the weak and pale young man in front of him. He punched him in the face like an ordinary punch, without any severe wind, nor any hurricane spiritual power attached.

The god attendant sneered and punched back, the fist was wrapped with violent lightning spiritual energy, which was extremely dazzling, as if it would ignite the darkness under the big umbrella.

How terrifying is the Chengling Realm.

The group of monks kneeling on the ground quietly looked at the young man who dared to muster up the courage to fight against the God Attendant, they didn't admire him, they just felt stupid.

They are also weak people who are willing to be mermaids, so why waste their energy to attract people's attention.

Even if he was able to stand in front of them for a while, he would face an extremely painful price before long.

At the same time as the two fists met, they suddenly heard a sharp and piercing cry of pain.

Then a figure seemed to be hit by a huge mountain, flew out quickly, and hit a huge boulder with a bang.

The god attendant was deeply embedded in the cracks on the stone surface. His head was tilted, his face was full of pain, his whole right arm was broken and collapsed, the bright red cracked bone pierced the muscles, and blood gushed out constantly.

Ying Xiu suddenly raised his handsome face with a broken nose, looked at the servant on the boulder in shock, and couldn't say a word.

(End of this chapter)