Wu Zhengwei, known as the No. 1 martial arts killer in the Seven Kingdoms, died! The three Tsing Yi brothers, who were lonely writers and powerhouses, disappeared. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Han Yezi, Qu Monkey, Ximen Poison, these three powerful Confucians are missing.

And all this seems to be inseparable from the missing Zhongyong King of Yan State, Zhuang Yichen, the first Jinshi of the human race.

In the small world, the holy treasure has been put away! Han Feizi got up and shook his head: "Three days have passed, it seems that they are more than lucky!"

"Zhuang Yichen definitely doesn't have the strength to kill the three Great Confucians, who did it?" Ximen Leopard had a gloomy look on his face.

Obviously, there is no half-saint to make a move, why did the three great Confucian associations evaporate in the world so silently.

Especially now, even private messages can't be contacted.

"Forget it, everything may be providence, let's do it first!" Qu Yuan's eyes suddenly showed a hint of alarm, and he got up and wanted to leave.

"You can't just leave this matter at that!" a gentle voice sounded suddenly, and the three of them suddenly changed their expressions.

The three demi-saints infiltrated silently without even noticing, and this strength may not even be able to do it for the Holy Lord.

A scholar in Tsing Yi who looked very depressed appeared in front of them, and the expressions on the faces of the three suddenly became extremely complicated.

"I've seen Baiya Sheng!" After a short period of stunnedness, the three of them still chose to salute, because the person who came was the only living Yasheng of the human race at this time.

"The three of you actually joined forces to kill a young man, the future of the human race, shame is not ashamed!" said lightly. There was no tone in his words, but the three of them suddenly felt a burning shame on their faces.

"Let's go to the Holy Land for ten years!" waved his hand, and his tone was unquestionable.

The three of them hesitated, going to the Holy Land to guard for ten years was nothing to the demi-saints, but it had a great impact on what they were planning at the moment.

"Bai Ya Sheng, although you are the Venerable of Ya Sheng, you don't have the authority to order us, right?" Han Feizi's eyes soared with coldness, and he said directly.

"Whether you have power or not, it depends on this!" Bai Yasheng slowly raised his fist and shook it.

This action was a bit rude and unworthy of Yasheng's identity, so the three of them were stunned at the same time.

"Big fists are the last word, do you understand!" suddenly said with a smile, and waved his hand directly.

A majestic holy force enveloped the three of them with some kind of imprisoning law, and before they could react, it turned them into a streamer and sent them away.

When the three Legendary-level Demi-Saints reacted, they found themselves in a place full of holy power.

This is the core of the Holy Land, and the demi-saints who guard it must contribute their holy power without hesitation.

Of course, this kind of contribution is not worthless! In fact, after leaving the Holy Land, the Half-Saints will find that their strength is faintly stronger than before they entered.

The three of them all looked a little dazed, and only after half a sound did they breathe a long sigh of relief and said in unison: "It's amazing!"

As the new Terran Saint, he has never made a move! In fact, he has always been the most mysterious of all the saints. I haven't had any experience since I became a demi-saint.

So even though he knew that he was the Yasheng Supreme, whether it was Han Feizi or Qu Yuan Ximen Leopard, they didn't take it seriously psychologically.

And today, they knew that the original strength was so strong, although there was a suspicion of conspiracy just now, but they knew in their hearts that even if they were well prepared, they would never be opponents.

"It seems that our every move is in Baiyasheng's calculations!" Han Feizi said dejectedly.

"Yes, the gap between the demi-saint and the sub-saint is really too big!" Qu Yuan shook his head, but Ximen Leopard was silent.

Obviously, it is on the side of the Eastern Holy Lord, and with the help of the sub-saints, even if the other three holy lords come out of the Holy Lord Temple, it is impossible to be equal to them.

"Actually, it's for your good, your sacred heart is crooked, if you continue like this, you will definitely go crazy......"

"No matter what kind of realm a person goes to, selfishness is inevitable and there will still be selfishness, and everything will change ......for the sake of interests" suddenly sighed to himself, and then his figure disappeared without a trace.

"Ah, I remembered!" At this time, at the waterhole of the Zero Realm fragment, Cheng Dieyi finally spoke.

Zhuang Yichen and Hongyan Ziyu were both excited, and they finally didn't have to grind here. In particular, Zhuang Yichen knew in his heart that if he didn't enter the ruins, he would be trapped in this Zero Realm fragment for an unknown number of years.

"There is a two-headed dragon in this pool, as long as we kill it, it will turn into a bridge and let us pass through here!" Cheng Dieyi said, pointing to the center of the pool.

"Then how can we draw out this two-headed dragon?" Zhuang Yichen asked.

"I don't want to say this in advance, but I am very particular about how to kill this two-headed dragon!" Cheng Dieyi said with a solemn expression.

The eyes of the three of them showed a look of confusion, with Cheng Dieyi's strength, could it be that he couldn't kill a two-headed dragon? Could it be that this thing has become holy?

"This two-headed dragon is an ancient xenomorph, one strong and one weak. And when killing, you have to kill the big head first and then the small head, if the order is wrong, no matter how serious the injury is, this two-headed dragon can be resurrected immediately!" Cheng Dieyi said very seriously.

"Sounds like you're playing an online game? Now it's the head of the regiment telling us about the position and output?" Zhuang Yichen suddenly had a ridiculous feeling in his heart.

"But you have to pay attention to the fact that the small head of this two-headed dragon is really powerful, and the big head is just a virtual appearance!" Cheng Dieyi said very seriously.

Zhuang Yichen was slightly shocked in his heart, Cheng Dieyi's explanation is very necessary, because usually in people's impressions, the big ones are always more powerful.

"Miss Cheng, what level is this two-headed dragon?" Ziyu asked intently at this time.

"This two-headed dragon is a different species of the Great Confucian level, if I am the only one, at most I will have a tie with it, and no one can help anyone!" "Because of the double head, I will be easily entangled by the small head, and I will have no time to kill the big head. ”

"But if the big head doesn't die, no matter how many times the little head is killed by me, it will be resurrected in an instant!" Cheng Dieyi said very seriously, if this two-headed dragon is single-headed, it is estimated that no one below the demi-saint can help it.