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Chapter 1275 Monster?Heavenly Demon Race?
The flagship Majesty stopped off the island for fear of running aground due to lack of a professional dock.

The King of Soldiers of Thousand Hands, the King of Dharma, the Sword Ancestor, Mao Nineteen of Maoshan Dao, and the Bubei Monk of Dabei Temple stood proudly on the bow of the boat, Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian stood behind their backs.

The eyes of the first two were tightly closed, and the last three looked at the island.

"The island has three powerful auras!"

The King of Thousand-handed Soldiers opened his eyes, fear flashed across his pupils, he turned his head and snorted coldly: "It seems that besides us, Young Master Huangfu has invited many people. If you don't believe in our strength, Young Master Huangfu can invite you Someone else will do it."

Among the peerless masters, each other has a sense of energy. The three of them broke out in a battle on the island.

As soon as I entered the peerless realm, I was an invincible generation. I felt that the Huangfu family had foreign aid, and I only felt that my strength was questioned.

Some came under coercion, and the King of Thousand-Handed Soldiers immediately became angry.

"Master Qianshou, don't blame me!"

Yue Kaishan clasped his fists and said with an apologetic smile: "That little thief is so powerful, my young master had to be fully prepared. Last time, the second young master brought three peerless masters, the secret door, the elder Yi Qingluan, the real Liuji, and the thirteenth elder. The holy monk besieged him alone, but the real person and the holy monk were killed, and the elder of the secret door was captured, he is too, too monstrous."

"He defeated Yi Qingluan, the real Liuji, and the thirteen holy monks!"

Upon hearing this news for the first time, King Qianshoubing and King Dari were horrified.

Master Liuji, Thirteen Holy Monks, and the Supreme Elder of the Secret Gate Yi Qingluan are all contemporaries. Although they have never fought against each other, they have all heard of each other's fame.

Now that the three teamed up and lost, the two of them immediately looked a little more dignified.

But it's just a bit dignified. Once you enter the peerless realm, you have something to hold. If you don't really fight to decide the outcome, no one will easily admit defeat.

"One person defeated three peerless masters, beheaded two, and captured one alive. It's quite a skill!"

I have been in seclusion for many years, and I have never heard of the reputation of the three. Jian Zu Jian Bukong has his hands behind his back, his sleeves are fluttering, his handsome face is cold, and his vicissitudes of life are full of fighting spirit: "It's not in vain for me to come here. If it's an ordinary opponent , I can’t even catch the old man’s sword, this overseas trip is too boring, I hope that kid won’t let the old man down.”

"Should not let you down!"

Mao Nineteen twisted his goatee, his small eyes sparkled, "You must have sensed that of the three powerful auras just now, one of them has perished, the other has become weaker, and the remaining one is at the peak of the sun, and has not attenuated at all. , it must be that kid. It’s unimaginable that it didn’t take much energy to fight against two such masters.”

"so what!"

The ancestor of the sword, Jian Bukong, looked up at the sky, his vicissitudes of life were lonely and arrogant: "No matter how huge the spirit is, if it can't be condensed into an inner alchemy, it will transform into the power to control the world. For us Jianmen sword cultivators, it's just a matter of one sword." The kid who died, I met him with a single sword. Remember, the sword is as powerful as your heart is. There is no one in this world who cannot be cut. Never set limits on your heart, your heart will be It is your sword."

"Yes, Master!"

Heaven Sword and Earth Sword looked at each other, clasped their fists in response, their eyes were shocked:
It is unusual for the master to mention such a point.

Could it be that the kid has become so powerful that the master is a little unsure, and now he will start to give a serious confession.

"what!"

The King of Thousand Hands and the King of Dharma looked at each other, their expressions became more dignified.

The two are slightly worse, only when the three of them are fighting, they can sense a strong aura, and when they get close to the island, they can't sense anything.

But I didn't expect one of the three to perish.

If someone else told them, the two of them might not believe it, but Jian Zu and Mao Shijiu were both old monsters of their ancestors' generation before they became famous.

"Another peerless master died!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian looked shocked, and unconsciously pondered: "Who could it be? Leishan's new sage lord Goganda, Dongpu's peerless genius Tiandao Meteor, and the twelve consuls of God's Hand, Dark God Gaia."

"Senior Mao, Senior Sword!"

Just like a little novice, dressed in white and snowy, and a man like a child without sorrow, the holy monk bowed his palms together and said, "Actually, besides the three auras, there is also an evil aura lurking on the island. Except for those who have fulfilled Huangfu's benefactor's entrustment this time, this one Don't let go of the evil aura, otherwise it will become a catastrophe for the world in the future!"

"There is still an extremely evil aura!"

Yue Kaishan, Yang Potian, King of Thousand-handed Soldiers, and King of Falun Dari looked surprised, and their eyes turned among the three extremely powerful men who reached the peak.

Neither of the two old monsters sensed the fourth aura, so it's possible that this young and unsorrowful divine monk surpassed the two of them.

Jian Zu Jian Bukong frowned slightly, and a sneer flashed across his handsome face: "The little master seems to think he has a higher eye than the old man!"

"Ha ha!"

Mao Nineteen exposed his shriveled gums, a stern light flashed in his eyes, he still smiled and said, "Okay, Jian Bukong, those of us who are old and immortal, have already been blinded by old age, how can we compare with these young people's sharp eyesight."

The two of them spoke like this, obviously a little unhappy.

If they can't sense it, it's not sad to sense it. Doesn't it mean that this kid is stronger than them.

"The little monk has no other meaning!"

As if he couldn't understand the cynicism, the Godly Monk of No Sadness still clasped his hands together: "My little monk practices Buddhist exercises, and he is very sensitive to those evil auras. It may not be true just now, but I want to remind everyone that no matter who we come up Once we got off the island, we must guard against this aura, the little monk has a vague feeling that it seems to regard us as food."

"Oh!"

Jian Zu Jian Bukong and Mao Jiu looked at each other without saying a word.

This little novice looks young, but his siblings before boarding the boat are no longer inferior to them.

Now that I have saved face, and deliberately reminded him, there is no need to worry about it.

"Since there is still an evil force coveting!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian looked horrified, they clasped their fists and said, "It's better for you all to enter the island together, so that we can take care of each other, so as not to let that evil aura sneak in."

"Let's join forces!"

The King of Thousand-Handed Soldiers flicked his black robe, frowned and said coldly: "The Huangfu family invited us to kill, how to kill is our business, do we have to listen to the two orders, or your young master gave us the death order. "

Even though he heard that Su Qi was powerful, but he didn't face it, he still refused to believe it, and he didn't want to join hands with the enemy.

"Don't, don't dare!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian clasped their fists again and again: "The little one is just afraid that the little thief will escape."

"With this old man around, even a mosquito can't escape from this island!"

The ancestor of the sword, Jian Bukong, had his hands behind his back, his silver hair fluttering in the wind, his handsome face was cold and extraordinary, and his vicissitudes of life were dismissive.

"We two old men, although we are old and dim-sighted, we still won't let a big living person slip away from our eyes!"

Mao Jiu stroked his goatee, and glanced at his small eyes brightly: "You young people, go find out the details of that kid first. If it can be solved, we two old bones will save some effort. If we are not defeated, we will try our best to support him. Two or three strokes, and we'll be there soon."

"The two seniors are right!"

The sad monk nodded with a smile, but he also wanted to make a gesture.

"Qian Shou, why not go with you and me!"

Glancing at the gazes of the three people, Dharma King Da Ri immediately turned his head: "If you make a move, I will come to sweep the formation; if I make a move, you will come to sweep the formation; there is a mutual support, so that we can guard against the evil aura's sneak attack, so as to avoid the snipe and the clam. If you fight, the fisherman will benefit."

"it is good!"

The god monk reminded me not to be sad, and the thousand-handed soldier king was no longer stubborn. He jumped off the yacht with a flick of his black robe, and walked on the sea with his feet on the waves.

"go!"

The Great Sun Dharma King and the four lamas in red jumped up, still forming a large mandala formation in the Taizang Realm, like a huge flower floating towards the island.

"Three, let's go and have a look!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian clasped their fists together, and the three of them flung out some pieces of wood, crossing the sea on the floating pieces of wood, it was extremely fast.

Then five drones on the yacht flew to the island.

In the blink of an eye, two peerless masters and six great masters entered the island.

Jian Zu Jian Bukong, Mao Nineteen, and Bubei Divine Monk suddenly closed their eyes, and their minds seemed to follow the eight of them to the island.

The King of Soldiers of Thousand Hands and King of Dharma arrived on the island, and a group of people, like lightning, shuttled across the island, and traveled around the island in half an hour.

"People are on the island, where are they hiding!"

After searching for no trace of the opponent, the thousand-handed soldier king frowned, his whole body was covered in black robe, his expression was gloomy and stern.

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian also broke out in cold sweat on their foreheads.

If you can't even find someone, what kind of battle is there to fight? No matter how good your kung fu is, it's useless if you can't beat someone.

"Hahaha, don't worry about Qianshou, I'm here to help you!"

Da Ri Dharma King smiled slightly, holding the winning ticket in his hands, and slapped forward with his palm, his voice was like a loud bell: "Benefactor Su, it is such a pleasure to have friends coming from afar, if we don't want to show up to see you, we have no choice but to make excuses." The villain of the room."

"His Holiness has found that little thief!"

Yue Kaishan and Yang Potian were overjoyed: there are five peerless masters, as long as the little thief is found, he will definitely die this time.

The King of Thousand-handed Soldiers frowned thickly, and his murderous intentions soared:
He couldn't find Su Qi, but the King of Dharma found him, and he was obviously stronger than him; in the past, he was king in Shu, but now he comes here, all of them are stronger than him; a generation of soldier kings, reduced to pathfinders, How can I swallow this breath.

"Let you live a little longer, it's a pity that you don't know how to cherish it; if that's the case, I will come out and send you back to the west!"

Cold and harsh voices sounded from all directions, the ground in front of him rumbled, and a road was automatically opened on the ground, and Su Qi's appearance changed greatly. Su Qi walked out, and the tunnel closed automatically.

"This this--"

Yue Kaishan, Yang Potian, King of Thousand Hands, King of Dharma were all stunned.

On the one hand, it is Su Qi's magical power to manipulate the earth, on the other hand, this Su Qi no longer looks like a human being.

Tails, bone spurs, wings, horns, fangs, scales, gills, double pupils, a living myth that walks out of demons.

"You, you are Su Qi, you are a monster!"

Without understanding the magic of genetic potions, the voices of Yue Kaishan, Yang Potian, and King Qianshou Bing couldn't help trembling:

The children of Huaxia have heard so many legends of ghosts since childhood, and now they finally think they have seen them.

"The Demon Race?"

Da Ri Dharma King looked solemn, but his tone was a little uncertain.

Esoteric Buddhism is a branch of Buddhism. It pays attention to self-cultivation all the year round, and it also knows nothing about genetic technology.

However, there are records in Buddhism about the Buddha's enlightenment, and the demon king Bo Xun led the witch to prevent the Buddha from becoming enlightened.

Seeing Su Qi's different appearance, he immediately classified him as a demon clan.

(End of this chapter)