Primordial Devouring Technique

Chapter 540 The Enemy Comes
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Rong Kun stabbed out with a spear, which was originally an ordinary shot, but at the moment of firing.

A strange implication appeared on the black war gun.

The woman in Tsing Yi yelled suddenly, she felt that the moment the spear came, it seemed like a dragon was rushing towards her, and the sound of an angry dragon sounded in the void.

'boom! With a bang, the defense mask of the woman in Tsing Yi was shattered, and she was directly pierced between the eyebrows by the battle gun, and her entire head was shattered!
One shot!
With just one shot, a female Martial King with a high level of cultivation was beheaded!

hiss~~!

There was a gasp from the crowd, just now they felt that the man's shot seemed to turn into a dragon!
Destroy the flowers!

Such a ruthless, poisonous, strong, and domineering shot!
"The way of the gun, this person should have mastered the meaning of the way of the gun, Xiaoxuan, be careful when you meet him!" Xuan Yue said.

Ye Xuan nodded and praised, "Zhongzhou really is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and his spear intent is actually related to dragons."

Ye Xuan also had to sigh, the man's blow just now, although not very powerful, was extremely domineering and hard to resist.

Xuan Yue reminded softly, "I checked just now, not only this Rongkun but also the Shang Pagoda, there are also many extremely powerful fighters on other battle platforms."

"Look at the woman on stage six, she has won nine games in a row!"

Ye Xuan looked around, and saw on the battle platform No. [-], a female cultivator with the ninth level of the Martial King Realm. Her soldier was a piano, and when she played it, the wind and sand around her could be aroused and turned into a Only Shafeng attacks the opponent.

"There is also the sword cultivator on the No. [-] battle platform, and all seven opponents were killed by him with a single sword."

Xuan Yue continued, "The one on the No. [-] battle platform is the most powerful. His martial soul seems to be a scorching sun, and the flames that radiate even make me feel a little afraid."

Ye Xuan also noticed the man on the No. [-] battle platform, and said, "His martial soul should be the 'Da Luo Zhuri' martial soul, a mid-level heavenly level."

"Oh, you know a lot about Wuhun." Xuan Yue said strangely.

Ye Xuan smiled, and gently stroked her long hair.

Of course he knows a lot about martial spirits, he wants to fuse other martial spirits, of course he can't be blind, he is very concerned about other martial spirits.

This Daluo Zhuri martial spirit is already the top of the fire-type martial spirit, and the flames it emits are said to be able to burn mountains and cook seas!

As soon as the man waved his hand, dragons appeared one after another, burning all the weapons and defenses of the opponent to ashes!
Seeing Ye Xuan caressing Xuan Yue's hair gently, the eyes of the men around him revealed a look of jealousy.

Although Xuan Yue covered her face, her voice was like the sound of heaven, which made the hearts of the male cultivators who heard it around her tremble.

In fact, there are quite a few good-looking female cultivators in the martial arts field. Women wearing black silk, meat silk, crystal silk, and veil skirts can be seen everywhere.

Long white legs, a slender waist like a willow, a choppy weapon...

But none of the men around Ye Xuan went to see those women.

Anyone can see that Xuan Yue is a stunning female cultivator. Although she just stands there calmly, she has a sense of peerless elegance.

Moreover, Xuanyue's cultivation base is even more powerful, the Empress Wu is a strong woman.

Today's Xuan Yue is still wearing a white dress, the hem of which just covers her jade knees, so that her white, smooth, and calf are exposed in the air, and her crystal clear jade feet are stepping on a pair of white crystal shoes, cute Every toe of her toes is like a pearl, which makes some male cultivators with special hobbies want to kneel on the ground and hold every pearl in their mouths.

Three thousand blue silks hang down her waist, she is tall and has long legs, her jade waist is slender, her chest is full, her curves are perfect...

All in all, even if Xuan Yue covered her face, she would overshadow the female cultivators around her.

Ye Xuan has also clearly felt Xuan Yue's terrifying power to attract hatred...many knife-like eyes are falling on him, jealous and even murderous.

That feeling can't wait to step forward and give him two swords: such a white swan, such a beautiful woman who dare not even think of blasphemy, why did she fall in love with you, a toad?
Ye Xuan sighed in his heart, sometimes it's not a good thing for his own woman to be too beautiful.

He didn't care too much, he just chatted with Xuan Yue.

At this time, on the spectating platform of the martial arts field, many people from Mo Luozong were watching the battle on the ten platforms.

The audience on the viewing platform was extremely lively today, because a big man came, the Holy Son of Moluozong!

As the holy son of the Mo Luo Sect, Zang Ye has a very high status in the Mo Luo Sect, and the elders all want to give him some face.

On the funeral night, surrounded by a group of beautiful women, he came to the viewing platform, and he ignored the flattery of the beautiful disciples beside him.

Vulgar and vulgar fans, this kind of female whore who flirts with him just because of his status as the holy son, although she is a bit pretty, it's enough for fun.

Thinking back when he was just an ordinary disciple of Moluozong in Zanye, why didn't these women come to take off their clothes and belts, and even all of them had high-eyed eyes and looked down on him.

After all, it's all cheap!

"Congratulations to Brother Zan for advancing to the Martial Emperor Realm! From now on, who can compete with Brother Zan among the younger generation of Mo Luozong!" Several secret disciples, seeing the arrival of the funeral night, hurriedly got up and congratulated.

"Yeah." Zang Ye nodded lightly, with a rather indifferent expression.

It should have been a happy thing for him to successfully advance to Martial Emperor a few days ago, but the funeral night was still not happy.

There is no other reason, it's that damned Ye Xuan, who hit him too hard, thinking that he, the majestic son of the Demon Sect, was actually crushed by a casual cultivator much lower than himself in the blood saint's inheritance?
This made Zing Ye unacceptable. They were all competing for the inheritors. Why did he have to bear the pressure step by step to climb the inheritance road, while Ye Xuan could fly up? Zing Ye never figured it out.

The inheritance of the blood saint was snatched away by Ye Xuan, which made Zanye very unwilling. In a rage, he left the place of inheritance, and immediately retreated to the Martial Emperor Realm.

"Hmph, that Ye Xuan was taken away by the third elder of Sun Moon Palace, he should be dead, and the final winner is my funeral."

Thinking that Ye Xuan was dead, Zang Ye felt more comfortable. The only pity was that he didn't get the inheritance from Ye Xuan.

While thinking about it on the funeral night, suddenly there was a voice of surprise: "Look, Her Royal Highness is here too!"

Zang Ye's eyes flashed with shock, and in the eyes of everyone, he saw a stunning woman, surrounded by several Mo Luozong disciples who were obviously of extraordinary status, walking up to watch the battle.

This young woman has long black hair, a jade-like face, a graceful figure, a slender waist, star-like eyes, a black dress that flutters naturally, and has the aura of a demon fairy.

Her arrival immediately aroused the amazement of countless people on the viewing platform and even in the square.

This Mara saint is like the magic snow lotus of Tianshan Mountain, giving people the feeling of being otherworldly, making people admire and awe.

That's right, it is Yaochi.

For a time, Burial Night and Yaochi attracted the attention of thousands of people.

(End of this chapter)