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Chapter 1813

Words:1953Update:22/12/24 18:30:14

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* Dong dong dong! *

At this moment, even the wind stopped. Everyone's heartbeat continued to rise and fall, their breathing became coarse, and the sound of saliva being swallowed could be clearly heard.

Only Ye Qinghan and Magic God Demon Sage knew Lin Wutian's strength, so they were still as immovable as a mountain.

Just as the Insane Sect gained the upper hand, Ye Qinghan looked straight at Astor and said, "Our small sect doesn't want to provoke trouble. If Senior wants to stop, this junior won't have any objections."

Astor's mouth twitched, and his killing intent intensified. His hands were trembling as he said hoarsely, "You killed two of our disciples, and you want to stop just because you said so? Where will this old man put his face? "

Ye Qinghan looked at Astor's crazed expression and shook his head confidently. "If you insist, you will lose even more face in the end. I can make sure that none of the ten people sent by your sacred ground will live!"

Ye Qinghan's voice was filled with a firm will that left no room for doubt.

Astor stared at Ye Qinghan. He could see that he was the backbone of the Insane Sect. It was impossible to kill Lin Wutian. Even if the strongest saint of the Ouxi Sacred Ground's younger generation came, he would still be killed. He couldn't take this risk, but he was confident that he could kill Ye Qinghan. As long as he killed Ye Qinghan, he would regain his face!

Astor's eyes signaled to an expert beside him. That person quickly understood and rushed towards the Ouxi Sacred Ground.

The distance of a few thousand meters was covered in a moment.

"Lord Saint Spell Warrior, the High Priest invites you to battle." The expert was in the top thirty of the younger generation, but facing the person in the carriage, he didn't dare to raise his head and speak. His body was bowed humbly.

The Ouxi Sacred Ground's ten great Saint Spell Warriors were known as the Ten Wild Tigers. When they came out of the mountains, they would shake the world and cause a rain of blood.

Yegasheng was the tenth ranked Saint Spell Warrior, but he was killed by Lin Wutian in a single strike!

The Holy Spell Warrior in the carriage was Arthur Shen. He was ranked sixth and wielded the Blood Dragon Saber. It was rumored that a supreme Dragon God was sealed within the saber. It was extremely vicious and few people dared to use it! Those who dared to use it were all people with a heavy killing intent, and Arthur God was the God of Massacre of the Holy Land of Ouxi! Wherever it passed, not even a blade of grass grew!

Whoosh!

The curtain of the carriage was opened, revealing an old and cold face. His eyes were not blue, but blood-red. His body emitted an endless aura of death and the smell of blood. It was unknown how many people he had killed in his life. Just a glance at him would make any expert's hair stand on end, and even their blood and Qi would freeze.

Dong dong dong!

The young man's heart raced. He was afraid that Arthur God would suddenly stab him.

"Do you need me to personally deal with the Nameless Sect?" Arthur God's cold voice made people feel as if they had fallen into an ice cave, without any human emotions.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The young expert's back was drenched in cold sweat. He swallowed a mouthful of saliva and his fingertips trembled slightly. He replied respectfully, "The High Priest hopes that you can kill the leader of the Crazy Sect. Only you can be one hundred percent sure that you can kill him. The High Priest doesn't want to complicate matters."

Whoosh!

Arthur God stepped out of the carriage. His blood-red battle robe fluttered without wind, emitting a thick smell of blood. A murderous aura affected the hearts of the experts around him. They did not even dare to condense their battle intent.

His aura alarmed the experts around him. Arthur God was only ranked sixth in the Ouxi Holy Land, but if he really fought, it was not certain who would kill who among the top three! Because he learned how to kill, not how to compete!

Ye Qinghan leaned against a rock and looked into the distance. His hair fluttered, and his eyes flashed with flames. As long as the opponent's true expert appeared.

"What a strong murderous aura. Did this person grow up killing people?" The Divine Bird asked in surprise.

Dong dong dong …

Arthur God's appearance was almost the same as Lin Wutian's. His aura was enough to make the experts' hearts beat faster.

"Astor, you're getting more and more shameless as you age. If you die again, are you going to drag the top three of the Ten Great Berserk Tigers out for a walk?" Demon Venerable Fashen questioned coldly.

Astor sneered and said disdainfully, "There is no need to use the top three Wild Tigers to kill an ant. After all, they are not in the same realm."

In the Ouxi Holy Land, only the top three of the top ten experts of the younger generation had stepped into the Lower Plane and were very young. This was one of the reasons why Arthur God was not in the top three!

"High Priest, who do you want me to kill?" Arthur God walked a thousand meters in one step and stepped into the valley where the Insane Sect's camp was located. He looked up and asked calmly.

Astor stared at Ye Qinghan. He did not need to answer to show his attitude.

Arthur God turned to look at Ye Qinghan. There was no change in his eyes, as if there was no difference between killing Ye Qinghan and killing other ants.

"Interesting. It might be more interesting if the Demon God's disciple fought against Arthur God. However, since he can lead so many experts of the Insane Sect, I think the leader will not let me down." Xia Jiulong smiled.

"I will definitely not let you down." Magic God replied coldly.

Zhou Yi was even more confident. He had seen Ye Qinghan's battle with his own eyes. When he was ruthless, it was really deadly. Although Arthur God was already a legend in the Ouxi Holy Land, it did not mean that he was invincible!

"Come down and accept your death!" Arthur God said coldly.

Tsk …

The Divine Bird said disdainfully, "Has this guy lost his mind? So he wants to boast too? "

Hahaha …

Xia Jiulong took the lead and laughed. The Divine Bird's words were really satisfying. Regardless of winning or losing, this was the real beginning of the show.

"Hahaha, this bird is so cute." Many experts of the Holy Land laughed.

However, the people of the Blessed Buddha Temple could not laugh. Because when they saw it, they thought of the Divine Bird pretending to be a Heavenly Buddha, scaring countless monks in the Great Buddha City into kneeling and begging. That was the shame of the Blessed Buddha Temple! This time, even if Ye Qinghan helped them get the Flying Immortal elixir, the Divine Bird could not escape death.

Arthur God's eyes flashed with murderous intent. Anyone with a slightly weaker will would be scared to death. But what kind of person was the Divine Bird? It had killed a lot of people.

"Yo, you can't make this Divine Bird faint with your boasting. Are you trying to scare this Divine Bird to death? Look at your eyes. How are you human? I'll give you a mirror. Look at yourself in the mirror. Don't scare yourself to tears. " The Divine Bird waved its little claw and actually threw out a mirror. One could imagine how narcissistic it was.

Boom!

Arthur God's eyes emitted a sharp light again. The mirror turned to dust in front of him, but there was no fluctuation of godly power.

"If you kneel and beg for mercy, this Seat will spare your life. Don't use trash like this to provoke me, otherwise, you will die a miserable death!" Arthur God glared at Ye Qinghan and said coldly.

Ye Qinghan smiled faintly and rubbed his nose. He walked down the slope, his green robe fluttering in the wind. The rhythm of his footsteps reverberated in the air.

"This person is very strong. He's the same type as me, violent and fast. His murderous aura can intimidate the enemy. However, there's a small gap between him and me. If I were to fight him, I would need … ten breaths of time to finish him!"

Ye Qinghan stared at Arthur God's legs, arms, and palms, judging this person's strongest moves and attacking habits. It was as if Arthur God was attacking in front of him, but his movements were slowed down by countless times!

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