[Apologies for yesterday's incident, the third update, there is still a chapter in wait.] 】

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Above the nine heavens, there were demon clouds tumbling endlessly, and a giant demon beast with a body thousands of feet away roared forward. This monster has a flat body, wings on its back, and a pair of golden eyes that exude a sharp aura, and a faint evil aura permeates it.

The wings are raised, and they run through thousands of miles, and when the wings fall, they are thousands of miles away.

Between the shots, the distance of 2,000 miles passed in an instant, and the speed was as fast as thunder, like a sharp arrow from the string, piercing the clouds and roaring forward.

But if you look closely, you can find that behind this thousand zhang monster, there are actually three monks standing silently, all with cold faces, standing against the wind, letting the wind blow, stirring the green shirts and churning long hair.

Among these three people, two of them were exactly the same, and there was no difference in their breath, as if they were carved out of a mold. Both of them were handsome, their skin was pale, but their eyes were as bright as stars, and there were faint stars in their eyes, and the mysteries were like the trajectory of the stars, making people's eyes fall into them, as if they were going to be completely lost and sink forever.

The other person is thin and thin, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, but his narrow eyes are cold and have no temperature. Although there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, the breath in this person's body was like the nine shadows underground, and it was like above the clouds, and it was extremely cold.

A demonic force that seemed to be absent slowly circled around the three of them.

The Twins of Destiny, the peerless genius of the demon clan, have strange means, control the power of fate in the underworld, and kill the opponent's Twins of Destiny by invisible means.

The Vine King, the peerless genius of the Demon Clan, the true inheritor of the Demon Clan's vine lineage, has a cold heart, and likes to kill his opponent alive with an irresistible attack that destroys the withering and decaying.

These three people have a great reputation in today's ethnic battlefield!

"This time, the auction hall of Shangyuan, the orders of the directors are very clear, and they will buy the spring of the demon ancestor at all costs. ”

"There must be no mistakes in this matter. The vine king spoke slowly, his voice pleasant, but as cold as a blade, without any warmth.

The two of them are like one, and when they heard this, they all frowned, and said lightly: "My demon clan's holy relics must not be obtained by others, and in this matter, the vine king can rest assured." ”

After that, there was no more words between the two sides, and they rode the huge birds and monsters and went straight to the place where the auction was held.

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Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

A loud bang broke out, the sky shook, and a huge figure roared across the mountains, ancient trees, rocks, and rivers could not be stopped, and they were all pulled up, smashed, and trampled!

The rolling demonic qi was viscous and dripping, like pitch-black ink, exuding an endless manic and domineering aura.

In this billowing demonic energy package, a huge monster with two heads and a height of 2,000 zhang strode forward, and the soles of the feet were clawed, which could easily pierce into the rocks, and with a little force, it could be crossed by endless distances.

In the sound of heavy breathing, the demonic qi turned into a pillar of smoke and was inhaled into the body by the demonic monster, and then spewed out, and the surrounding demonic qi was more and more turbulent.

On the shoulders of each side of these 2,000 demons, there is a monk wrapped in a rich demonic aura.

These two people are the peerless geniuses of the Demon Race, Killing the Sky and the Fear Demon King!

Killing the sky, a descendant of the bloodline of the demon royal clan, his real name is Si Demon, who has practiced in the demon refining tower in the dangerous realm of the demon clan for thousands of years, with brilliant combat power and fierce and murderous appetite, it is a terrifying existence that the alien monks talk about in the battlefield of the race.

This person is burly, full of blood, although there is no breath in his body, but there is a very rich evil qi lingering around his body, making people can't help but turn pale after approaching, like falling into the ground.

The Fear Demon King, although not the blood of the royal family, is a genius of the Fear of Heavenly Demon Clan, focusing on divine sense damage, and is best at devouring other people's primordial gods to strengthen his own body, and is one of the few clans in the demon race who are proficient in the way of primordial gods.

Unlike ordinary demons with strong physical bodies, this Fear Heavenly Demon Clan looks quite weak on the outside, only a pair of eyes exude a faint blood, which is extremely weird.

"Dread Demon King, the parts of our clan's holy artifact have been lost for countless thousands of years, and we have not been able to collect all of them, this auction, you and I have the support of the clan, and we must bring it back to the clan at all costs. ”

Si Mo opened his mouth in a low voice, his voice was low and deep, exuding an endless domineering aura, and he looked at everything as if the entire world was not in his eyes.

"Lord Si Demon, don't worry, this time we will go with a monstrous momentum, and the holy relics will definitely be taken away, otherwise God will stop killing God, and Buddha will stop **!"

The Dreadlord bowed his hand slightly, and whispered.

The demon clan pays attention to the bloodline, and even if the Fear Demon King has a combat power that is not weaker than the demon, but because of the coercion in the bloodline, he still has to maintain a certain amount of respect.

Under the huge sound of the two terrifying monsters, the words of the conversation between the two were clearly audible, rolling in the sky, rumbling like thunder, like the roar of the demon god, amazing!

The demonic qi is rolling, gathering the demonic clouds, exuding infinite cold and murderous energy, and moving quickly.

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The sky was overcast, the thunder flickered, and the endless roar of thunder erupted between the collisions, reflecting the entire sky.

Under this thundercloud, among the thunder, there was a silver-robed monk strolling forward, and as his footsteps fell, the surrounding thunder instantly converged, and turned into a foothold for him to trample on. This person, like the ancient god of thunder, can control the thunder as his slave.

Above the void, the thunder shines, and a monk comes with a thunderbolt, and when his eyes fall, a fierce visual impact can be formed in an instant! This person has a tall skeleton, a rebellious complexion, and thunder in his eyes, and a domineering aura emanating from his body, and after mixing with the power of thunder, the oppressive force formed is undoubtedly even more amazing.

This Terran monk is the invincible Duan, who is known as the Raging Thunder God!

"Fu Yunqi, if you don't show up again, you won't blame me for being rude, and I will force you out directly. Duan Mo Di said in a low voice, Xu is the reason for cultivating the Thunder Dao Divine Power, this person's voice is very loud, even in the violent roar of this thunder, he can hear it very clearly, and it spreads far away.

It was at the moment when this person's voice fell, a gentle laugh suddenly came from the thunder in the sky, "Duan Daoyou, I haven't seen you for a long time, you still have such a violent temper, it's really a headache." ”

In the laughter, a neutral, peaceful, and vast aura appeared directly from a certain point in the thunder blockade, and rapidly expanded in all directions, and a young monk wearing a Confucian shirt, wearing a square scarf on his head, and holding a bamboo scroll appeared directly, and at this moment the corners of his mouth were carrying a faint wry smile, obviously the person who spoke just now was him.

Confucianism and Taoism, Fu Yunqi!

"Hmph, I've made some progress, but now it seems that instead of catching up with you, I'm getting a little more behind. Duan Modi snorted coldly, a bit of helplessness flashed in his eyes, and he was instantly suppressed by it.

After all, the other party is known as the best inheritor of Confucianism and Taoism for thousands of years, and it is not surprising that there is such a speed of progress. However, Duan Modi did not give up, as long as this auction went smoothly and he got the Thunder Source Orb, he would be able to greatly improve his strength, and he would not be able to compete with Fu Yunqi and sit on an equal footing.

Fu Yunqi is not extremely handsome, but she has her own elegant atmosphere, like a treasure jade, simple and gentle, which makes people feel extremely close after contact. Regarding Duan Modi's thoughts, this person was clear in his heart, but he didn't dwell on it, smiled faintly, and said: "Let's go, the auction is coming, you and I can't be late." ”

The words fell, the feet stepped forward, and the mighty righteousness forward, the Confucian shirt fluttered, the wind forward, the demeanor is really like the ancient sage.

This Fu Yunqi's temperament is similar to Jun Wuyi, but it is more pure than the latter, from the heart, from the inside out, not a disguise, but a real gentleman's temperament. This kind of upright person is the best inheritor of Confucianism and Taoism, otherwise no matter how high your cultivation is, you will not be able to inherit the essence of Confucianism and Taoism, and you will still not be able to catch up with the footsteps of your sons and be promoted to the highest level.

Duan Modi nodded lightly, his mind moved, and suddenly the thunder and light rolled like a tidal wave, embracing it, and moving forward rapidly, the momentum was incomparably huge, and the mighty Confucianism and Taoism were completely suppressed in an instant.

Fu Yunqi smiled and didn't care.

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"This auction is being held in the territory of my unicorn clan, and there is absolutely no room for failure on this trip, otherwise it will definitely damage the prestige of the clan. ”

"At the auction, the strong people of all ethnic groups gather, it will definitely not be so calm. This is the day when my Sambo rises and becomes a blockbuster!"

Above the void, there was a unicorn monk roaring forward, his face gloomy, and the corners of his mouth showed a cold color.

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"Cry, my dearest brother, no matter where that Terran Xiao Chen is hiding, as long as I meet him, I will definitely kill him alive and avenge you!"

"When I participate in this auction ceremony, I will search for your murderer again until Xiao Chen of the Terran race is found and killed!"

"My brother, don't worry!"

The super genius of the Earth Giant Clan, Suo Sang, roared in his heart, his 150-zhang body traveled in the mountains and mountains, often taking a single step, he could cross a distance of tens of thousands of zhang, and in his eyes, the killing machine was like a tide, and the forest was extremely cold.

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In the dense forest, several alien monks are fighting fiercely, fighting for a precious elixir that survives in the canopy.

The two sides have been fighting for nearly half an hour, and several members of each team have been killed and wounded, and they have already killed the red eyes, and what they want to do at this moment is to kill all the opponents in front of them, tear their bodies to pieces, and crush the Yuan Shen into powder.

However, at this moment, no one on either side of the war noticed that in the shadow of the tree, a vague shadow was extremely fast, heading straight for the place of battle. This shadow is silent and invisible, and it can stretch and contract at will as the terrain changes when walking on the ground, without any breath coming out. But the weird thing is that there is no physical object, where does this shadow come from?

Swish!

Swish!

Several extremely dim blades were almost at the same time, in more than a dozen places, shooting out of the mottled dark shadows, piercing through the monk's body, although it did not seem to be harmful on the outside, the original god had been directly strangled.

Rumble!

Rumble!

The eyes of more than a dozen monks who were fighting fiercely trembled with resentment, and suddenly dimmed in disbelief, and their bodies fell to the ground with a bang, smashing into endless dust.

More than a dozen dark shadows converged and merged, and finally stood up from the ground like a living thing, and the black dissipated, turning into an ordinary-looking and ordinary youth. If there is anything unusual about this young man, it is that this person's eyes are too cold, and there is not the slightest emotional fluctuation coming from it.

Skillfully collecting the storage ring on the Dead Monk's body, and taking away the elixir from the canopy, the young man's figure shook and turned into a shadow again and stuck to the ground, and in a flash, there was no trace.

Dancers in the dark night, harvesting their lives and blooming with blood.

This person is none other than the Shadow Slayer Assassin - Seven Wounded.

He came with a mission to capture Xiao Chen of the human race back to the clan, and if it was not feasible, he would kill him directly.

All these years, the Seven Injuries have been searching, and although nothing has been found, he has a keen intuition in his heart, and it won't be long before they will meet each other.

"Terran Xiao Chen, on the day we meet, I will subdue you with the sharp blade in my hand, if you resist, it will be death. ”