swallow dragon

Hearing Shen Haojie call himself a native chicken and tile dog, the faces of Teng Laoqian and Bu Er monk suddenly darkened.

The person is not good!

"We are indeed disciples of the Myriad Tribulation Sect, but we are definitely not the chickens and dogs you speak of!"

"You will know how powerful we are in a while!"

Fuji Laoqian and Monk Fuji sneered, and with a wave of their hands, the disciples behind them blew the alarm conch.

"woo woo woo woo……"

Soon, the anxious and hasty sound of the police conch resounded through the entire sky.

The disciples of the Ten Thousand Tribulation Sect rose into the sky one after another, and swept towards the direction where Shen Haojie and his party were located.

Mo Qilin, who was trying his best to repair the magic circle, also raised his head and looked at the distant sky. With a cold drink, he turned into a black smoke and swept towards Shen Junjie.

In a short while, five or six thousand monks from Wanjiezong gathered together and came in front of Shen Haojie and his party.

Inside the palace hall.

When Xiaoyao heard the sound of the police conch, her expression changed drastically, she jumped up from the red sandalwood chair, rushed to the door in three steps, and looked towards the place where the police conch made the sound.

"It's my senior brother!"

Xiao Xiaowen opened his eyes slightly, and when he saw that the person who came was his senior brother Shen Haojie, his eyes lit up.

"Hehe, so it's your senior brother? It turned out to be a misunderstanding."

Xiao Yao breathed a sigh of relief, returned to her seat, crossed her legs, and looked at Mai Wen who was still holding on with a smile, "Mai Wen, wouldn't you rather die than compromise?"

Mai Wen's nose twitched, and he snorted coldly, not bothering to talk to Xiao Yao at all.

Xiaoyao shook her head helplessly and said nothing more.

After being poisoned by the natal spider venom of the Hundred Poisonous Demon Spider, the more difficult it is to get to the back, the piercing pain is like ten thousand ants devouring the heart.Xiao Maiwen has persisted for two days now, and it is a bit unsustainable, and the next days will be even more tormented.

To Xiaoyao's astonishment, Xiao Xiaowen didn't seem to have the slightest intention of compromising.

In the distant sky, the two sides confronted each other in the sky.

Shen Haojie looked at the five or six thousand monks in front of him, and couldn't help but sneered, "I thought the Wanjiezong was such a powerful force. It turns out that the disciples under the sect are all unremarkable native chickens and dogs."

Shen Haojie's spiritual consciousness was swept away by five or six thousand disciples of the Myriad Tribulation Sect, and he didn't pay attention to it at all.

"The elite of our Myriad Tribulation Sect happened to be absent, but even so, it's not your turn to be presumptuous."

Fuji Laoqian snorted coldly, with a bad tone.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly, the figure of Mo Qilin transformed out of thin air and appeared in front of Shen Haojie.

boom……

As soon as Mo Qilin appeared, a violent power swept out, suppressing Shen Junjie's power out of thin air.

"what!?"

"It's actually a master of Broken Realm?"

Caught off guard, Shen Haojie was shocked by the berserk power and retreated again and again, beads of sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Boy, do you dare to come to my Myriad Tribulation Sect to play wild?"

Like a goshawk fighting a rabbit, Mo Qilin swooped down, grabbed Shen Junjie's neck, and lifted him up like a chicken.

Shen Haojie was panting suddenly, feeling that his neck was about to be broken, he hurriedly begged for mercy, "Misunderstanding, this is a misunderstanding."

"Senior, I am a disciple from the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect, not an enemy."

Shen Haojie shouted loudly.

"Are you a member of the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect?" Mo Qilin was slightly startled, and suddenly loosened his grip, "What is your relationship with Xiao Xiaowen?"

Mo Qilin looked at Shen Haojie's clothes, and found that Shen Haojie and a dozen monks were dressed very similar to Xiao Xiaowen, and seemed to be disciples of a sect.

"Xiao Xiaowen is my junior sister, and Huang Lao is the elder of my Ancient Tomb Sword Sect."

Shen Haojie said hurriedly.

"Hahaha, it's really flooding the Dragon King Temple, and the family doesn't recognize the family anymore."

Hearing this, Mo Qilin hurriedly let go of the hand that was pinching Shen Haojie's neck, and smiled awkwardly, "Sorry, sorry, I didn't know that you were a disciple of the Ancient Tomb Sword Sect, and you were shocked when you came up .”

Shen Haojie coughed a few times, his face turned purple, as embarrassing as he wanted.

"Second Elder, Third Elder. What's the matter with you, why didn't you find out the identity of the little friend, and rushed to the police conch?"

Mo Qilin saw that Shen Junjie's anger was hard to dissipate, and immediately turned his head to reprimand Teng Laoqian and Buer Monk.

"Qi to the deputy leader, just now this guy spoke rudely, and he called us as chickens and dogs as soon as he came up, so..." Monk Fuji explained aloud.

"shut up!"

Mo Qilin snorted coldly, "Quickly apologize to my little friend."

Teng Laoqian and Monk Fuji looked at each other, both of them were a little bit reluctant, but under Mo Qilin's order, they still didn't dare to disobey.

"Stop talking nonsense, I'm here to find my junior sister, where is she?"

Shen Haojie waved his hands impatiently, full of anger.

Originally, with Shen Haojie's cultivation base, few monks of the same realm were his opponents.

But who would have thought that Shen Haojie met a master of the Shattered Realm by chance, and he seemed to have a bad temper, so he gave Shen Haojie a blow as soon as he came up.

Although Shen Junjie is talented and a proud son of heaven, he is still a thousand miles away from the masters of the Shattered Realm, and he is not at the same level at all.

The only thing that can be obtained is the ultimate sword of nine-turn tidal swordsmanship, which is enough to kill a broken master.

But as soon as Mo Qilin came up, he grabbed Shen Haojie's neck, lifted him up like a chicken, and didn't give him a chance to use his sword skills at all.

"Xiao Xiaowen is in the imperial palace, Second Elder, take him there." Mo Qilin instructed.

Fuji Laoqian nodded in agreement, and immediately flew towards the direction of the palace and treasure hall, "Follow me."

With a gloomy face, Shen Haojie followed with thousands of disciples unhurriedly, and flew towards the direction of the palace and treasure hall.

After walking away, Mo Qilin narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked the monk Bu Er beside him, "Third Elder, do you know who this little friend is leading? Why is there a floating cloud above everyone's head?" A coffin? Could it be a disciple of Corpse Refining Sect?"

Monk Buer shook his head blankly.

"Never mind, let's keep working."

Mo Qilin waved his hand, and the five or six thousand disciples gathered in the sky scattered in all directions, each of them returned to their own tribes, and began to help repair the sects that had been destroyed by the war.

At the entrance of the palace and treasure hall, as soon as Mai Wen saw Shen Haojie leading thousands of disciples into the central square, he immediately stood up with support, leaned against the door, and waved to Shen Haojie excitedly, "Senior brother, hurry up!" Come!"