Super Tiandao Academy

Chapter 909

Ye Mao raised his hand expressionlessly to undo the first button.

The three of them immediately laughed.

In their view, Ye Mao is only at the Dzogchen stage of Dao Fruit Realm, and no matter how powerful his combat power is, he can only compete with the most trashy saint at best.

They are sword cultivators, and one of them is a middle-stage saint. It is only natural for this kid to submit.

The moment Ye Mao unbuttoned the first button, he suddenly jumped up, mobilized all his strength, stabbed out with a sword, the red sword light rolled, and pierced the thin man's head.

The holy blood was sprayed, and he didn't even utter a scream before falling straight down.

"Bold!" The scribe in white reacted quickly, rushing forward like a dragon.

It's a pity that he was still a step too late, after Ye Mao killed the lean man, he immediately activated his god boots, crossed the void, and approached Lin Xiangrong and the burly man in an instant.

The 360 ​​five orifices on his whole body were instantly opened, and a murderous stegosaurus roared and roared, carrying his full of anger, and blasted towards the cheerful couple.

"boom!"

The burly man was blown up in an instant, his body was turned into pieces, scattered on the ground, his head fell to the side, intact, streams of light erupted from it, it was a talisman for death.

As for Lin Xiangrong, the lower half of her body melted into nothingness, and she let out a shrill scream.

Ye Mao stabbed the head with a sword, and the red sword light shot out, and the head instantly disappeared and died completely.

As soon as the white-clothed scribe arrived, he saw this scene and said furiously, "Bastard, you bastard, how dare you kill him, he, he is the only relative of Wanlong Sword Emperor."

"I am the heir of the Saint of Desolation, the heir of the Ice Phoenix Empress, the heir of the Tang ancestor, the heir of the Zhang ancestor, the heir of the Master of the Extreme Way, Ye Mao, the heir of the demigod of ice and fire, and the body protection of the sword rain order bestowed by your patriarch." Mao held up the sword Yuling, and looked at the white-clothed scribe with a cold expression on his face, "You bastards, who have sex with the scum of Qianlong Demon Sect, want to kill me regardless of injustice, don't say that he is the only one of Wanlong Sword Emperor! My relatives are Wanlong Sword Emperor Chang Haosheng himself, and I will kill him as well."

The scribe in white looked at the Sword of Rain in Ye Mao's hand, his face was extremely ugly, he thought that what Lin Xiangrong wanted to kill was just an ordinary ant.

Who ever thought that this person would be so extraordinary, with the Dao Fruit Realm Dao Consummation stage, he killed two saints like lightning, and he was such a powerful successor, even got the sword rain order from the patriarch.

"You bitch, you dare to plot against the grandson of Wanlong Sword Emperor, you just wait to be skinned and your soul refined." The scribe in white hated Lin Xiangrong. If it wasn't for this bitch, why would everything have turned into this way? .

Lin Xiangrong laughed bitterly, and said, "Ye Mao, you killed this man so well and so perfectly. You may not know that there is a huge ancient city in the Falling Rain Sword Realm, called Sword Rain City. There are twelve sword emperors sitting in Jianyu City, headed by Wanlong Sword Emperor, who has the cultivation base of the peak of the holy ancestor.

His wife and children are all dead, and there is only such a precious grandson by his side, but he was killed by you, what do you think he will do to you, hahaha..."

"The Sect of the Qianlong God, the dragon emerges from the abyss; with the roar of the ages, who will fight for the front!" Lin Xiangrong shouted excitedly, triumphantly, "Ye Mao, Ye Mao, you have unlimited potential. It's easy to kill a saint, and you have the talent to become a god, but what's the use, you are doomed to die under my calculations, I'm so happy, hahaha..."

"I, Ye Mao, have never broken through anywhere, how can a mere Falling Rain Sword Realm trap me." Ye Mao said in a deep voice.

"Ye Mao, you are too arrogant. Even the Twelve Sword Emperors can't get out of this Falling Rain Sword Realm, let alone you." The scribe in white looked at Ye Mao with a sneer on his face, "The most correct thing for you now is to commit suicide. You can suffer less."

"Hehe... Grandson of Wanlong Sword Emperor, if you can't take me down, you two will be the first to bear the anger of that Sword Emperor." Ye Mao understood the source of the fear in the eyes of the white-clothed scribe and the square-faced man.

The white-clothed scribe quietly used secret techniques to increase his speed and kill them.

After urging Ye Mao to step on the god boots, he disappeared in the same place in an instant, and the white-clothed scribes continued to chase, trying to take Ye Mao down with all their might.

Ye Mao galloped at the fastest speed, and the white-clothed scribe behind him looked like a sword, and his speed was also very fast, like a flying sword.

"Flying sword?" A flash of light flashed in Ye Mao's mind, "Now that I have reached the realm of 'a man is a sword', can I regard myself as a sword guard?"

As soon as he thought of this, he immediately displayed the "Mother and Child Controlling Sword Technique", and the sword light erupted from his body, and his speed "swished" a lot, and his body seemed to be much lighter.

Ye Mao didn't understand the terrain here, so he could only fly all the way forward while observing the surrounding environment with his soul power.

After a while, he saw an incomparably huge opening in the ground in front of him, and tens of thousands of huge ancient swords were inserted around the opening.

These ancient swords formed a huge sealing mask, covering the huge opening.

On top of those huge ancient swords, there is a majestic ancient city, which hovers there like a giant dragon, majestic and inviolable.

There are three large characters "Sword Rain City" written on the top of the city.

"Going there is like throwing yourself into a trap. I can't go there." Ye Mao was about to change direction when he suddenly noticed a small group of people flying out of the city, passing through the mask, and heading for the opening.

He cast his gaze under that layer of light shield, the area underneath was almost boundless, and there were streaks of strong fierceness in it, which were all emanating from ferocious beasts.

"This is a good place to avoid the enemy!" Ye Mao glanced back, and the white-clothed scholar persevered in chasing after him, and the distance was getting closer.

He mobilized the power of Pan Minghu, accelerated his speed, approached the mask, and passed through it with a "swish".After entering this place, I feel even more deeply. The ferocious aura of every beast here is so strong and frightening.

During the acceleration process, Ye Mao opened his mind to observe carefully, and couldn't help being surprised: "There are all pure-blood beasts here, in other words, they are all ancient beasts."

Those that can be called primordial beasts are at the same level as low-grade divine beasts at the very least. Once a beast of this level is born, it must at least be at the Zhoutian Realm.

"This is a super fierce place!" Ye Mao felt an astonishing fierceness rising in the distance, and there were quite a few of them, at least at the holy level.

He also noticed that as soon as the white-clothed scribe entered here, he restrained his breath, fell to the ground, and advanced in the grass and woods, slowing down a lot, and being vigilant about his surroundings.

Ye Mao also hurriedly landed, using the Zangkong seal to restrain his breath, and at the same time released his soul power, paying attention to every move around him.

"Damn, what did I see?" Ye Mao was startled.

Fifty feet away, there is a three-legged Golden Crow, its whole body is fiery red, like a small sun, it is still a young animal, and it has only been cultivated in the early stages of Dao Fruit Realm.

More than ten feet away from it, there is a Qiongqi approaching rapidly, it is also a cub.

"Primeval beasts are walking everywhere, and there is such a strange place in the world." In Ye Mao's consciousness, ancient beasts are very rare, and now his world view has been refreshed.

The white-clothed scribe caught his breath, followed the route he walked, and accelerated forward, shortening the distance between the two sides.

(End of this chapter)