Chapter 641: Plundering Begins! (Part 4)

The appearance of the black-robed man made Qin Yang a little surprised.

Because the energy fluctuations emanating from the other party's body are very similar to the monks of the Huaxia Ancient Martial Realm, and the difference is not very big, presumably the Demon God Realm of this Wa Kingdom is actually a copycat version of the Ancient Martial Arts Realm.

"That's right, I'm the dragon soul who slapped the emperor's ass, you bite me. โ€

Qin Yang showed a bright smile.

The black-robed man's expression was a little colder, and he said lightly: "A mere barbarian dares to blaspheme His Majesty the Emperor, and if you know each other, you can be arrested quickly, otherwise don't blame me for sending you to Moa Hell!"

What's that?

Qin Yang pursed his lips, too lazy to grind, and took out two demon wolves and a giant python from the pet pen.

"666, Ruhua, Xiao Hei, your strength has recovered, give it to me! Let's make a good fuss about this demon god realm, kill the god when you meet the god, and kill the demon when you meet the demon!"

The strength of the Demon Wolf King and the Wolf Queen is in the Void Underworld, and they must also be first-class masters in the Demon God Realm, so it should be easy to deal with a few Japanese monks.

"Whew-"

The Demon Wolf King raised his head to the sky and howled, his eyes flashed with a cold green light, and with a whoosh, he rushed towards the black-robed man.

"It's a monster!!"

Seeing this demon wolf king, the black-robed man's pupils shrank.

Although he was shocked, he didn't dare to stop the movements in his hands, his hands immediately sealed, and the overwhelming cold black mist poured out from his body, and in just a moment, a black mist was formed, enveloping this small piece of sky.

The heavy black fog that emitted this chill made people feel extremely depressed.

"Kill!!"

The black-robed man pointed his finger, and the black mist turned into a roaring dragon, heading towards the demon wolf.

While swimming, the black mist is shrouded, which exudes a cold meaning like a tide, and waves of continuous sweeping, as if endless.

"Demon Arts?"

Qin Yang raised his eyebrows, and suddenly became a little interested.

"666, like a flower, you guys retreat first!"

Qin Yang stopped the Demon Wolf King who was going to attack, and with a little tiptoe, a pair of thunder sword wings extended out of his back, flying out of thin air.

"Metal, wood, water, fire, earth!"

"Condensation!"

Qin Yang extracted the five attributes in his body, condensed a ball of water with great power in his palm, and threw it towards the black mist.

"Boom-"

The water droplets smashed into the black mist, and they burst open, and an earth-shattering explosion sounded loudly.

In the blink of an eye, the giant dragon that condensed from the black mist dissipated into smoke in a terrible sound, and the black-robed man was even more devoured by the energy, spurting out a mouthful of blood, flying upside down, and slamming heavily on the boulder behind him.

His face was shocked, and he struggled to get up and wanted to escape, but he saw Qin Yang's afterimage flashing and trampling him under his feet!

"Click!"

The black-robed man's sternum was completely cracked, and he let out a miserable scream, but fortunately, Qin Yang had the strength to retract it, otherwise it would be a meat puree.

"Looking at your strength, it is about the same as the early stage of Jindan in the Huaxia Ancient Martial Arts Realm, but why is it so weak. โ€

Qin Yang shook his head and said in disappointment.

He also planned to see the demon god technique of the Wa Kingdom, but he didn't expect to be vulnerable, of course, maybe because he hadn't met a real master yet.

Hearing Qin Yang's words, the black-robed man almost didn't vomit blood.

Although his strength is not top-notch in the demon god world, it is not comparable to the kung fu of the three-legged cat, he is a first-class master, but he didn't expect to be as weak as a chicken in the eyes of the other party.

"Tell me some things in your demon god realm, such as how many sects, what are the masters, and so on. โ€

Qin Yang said lightly.

I thought that this black-robed man was very tough and needed some means to pry his mouth open, but I didn't expect that the other party didn't even need to threaten, so he began to answer very honestly, which made Qin Yang complain a little.

The spirit of bushido in the Wa Kingdom seems to be useless when it reaches the demon god realm.

Through the narration of the man in black, Qin Yang learned that this demon god realm is divided into two realms, the inner and outer realms, according to the division of the Huaxia ancient martial arts level, the strength of the monks in this outside world is generally in the void and underworld, while the inner realm is above the Yuan Infant.

The highest strength is the suzerain of Tongtian Sect, the fifth generation of demon god kings, known as the emperor of the demon god realm, and his strength is probably about the merger period.

As for the sects, there are more than 400 in the Demon God Realm, and there are about 200 in the outside world alone.

"It's kind of interesting, it looks like I can do something in the outside world. โ€

Qin Yang thought about it for a while, and then he had a plan in his heart.

Seeing that there was no useful information coming out of the black-robed man's mouth, Qin Yang waved his fingers and released a qi blade, killing him.

"666, such as flowers, Xiao Hei, let's wander around the outside world of this demon god realm a lot, and see a sect directly destroy it, robbing all the magic treasures inside, and not one of them will be left!

Qin Yang gave the order.

The Demon Wolf King nodded very spiritually, with a little excitement and excitement in his eyes, and seemed to be a little impatient......

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For the next two days, Qin Yang fully adhered to his sweeping plan.

From a small sect with more than a dozen people to a large sect with more than 100 people, those who should be killed are killed, those who should be robbed are robbed, those who can do it will never be BB, and those who can be robbed will never leave a stitch and a thread.

If you can't beat it, you can run, anyway, with the wings of the thunder sword, the other party can't catch up.

Killing all the way, Qin Yang and Ruhua actually destroyed more than 60 sects in just two days, and robbed a total of more than 5,000 large and small magic weapons, laying a firm foundation for the establishment of sects in the future.

It's just that Qin Yang's sweep made the outside world of the demon god chaotic, and the monks were miserable.

Even if you sleep at night, you will wake up from your sleep when you hear the name of the dragon soul, and then look at the door in fear, will there be a person wearing a dragon-shaped mask.

The master can't catch it, and he can't beat it with a low hand, and for a while, Qin Yang made a fuss in the outside world of the demon god, which made people angry but helpless.

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"Poofโ€”"

The light of the knife swept across his neck, bringing up a blood flower.

A monk with a meaty face fell to the ground unwillingly, looked at Qin Yang with cold eyes, opened his mouth, but did not make a sound.

Beside him lay the other fellow disciples, all of whom were lying in pools of blood.

"Yu Xiangmen, this should be the seventy-ninth sect. โ€

Glancing at the Wa Guo font on the plaque at the door, Qin Yang pursed his lips, and with a wave of the long sword in his hand, he cut it in half and stepped on it under his feet.

The demon wolf king python beside them skillfully rushed into the gate and began to look for the treasure.

Just as Qin Yang was planning to plunder the next sect, suddenly more than a dozen Changhong lines were drawn in the distance, staying in the sky not far from Qin Yang, with bursts of coercion.

If you look closely, there are more than a dozen monks of the Japanese Kingdom wearing strange white robes, some of them are old men, some are middle-aged or some are women.

Their faces are painted with strange totemic symbols, which seem to have a mysterious natural traction, which inexplicably makes people feel a wave of palpitations.

At this moment, they were looking at Qin Yang indifferently, as if they were looking at a dead man, with a hint of contempt.

"Looks like we're going to be in trouble. โ€

Qin Yang muttered to himself.

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ps: There is one more shift, around twelve o'clock.

(End of chapter)