He Wuxian rode the little green dragon and flew in the air. Read the full text of the latest chapter.800BOOK

He saw that in the huge city below, more than four million people lived, all of whom were toiling.

Countless palaces, lofts, manors and fields are being built, all of which are filled with the figure of the common people.

Groups of warriors wearing the armor of the Wind Demon Temple patrolled back and forth in the city, supervising the warriors and the people.

Seeing this scene, He Wuxian gradually understood.

The reason why the Wind Demon Hall can be ranked among the eight major sects of the Eastern Wilderness is not only because it has the spiritual veins of heaven and earth, tens of thousands of 'gate' disciples, but also four million laborers serving it.

A huge sect consumes a huge amount of resources every day, all of which are supplied by millions of people.

Standing on the top of the clouds, He Wuxian sighed slightly, and then let Xiao Qinglong fly over the city and fly straight to the main peak.

This main peak is two thousand zhang high, there is a radius of hundreds of miles, majestic and precipitous, half of the mountainside is floating with clouds and mist.

The little green dragon flew directly to the halfway point of the mountain, and He Wuxian sensed that there was a powerful formation around the main peak to protect him, so he let the little green dragon land on the ground.

Everyone landed on the huge stone staircase halfway up the mountain, and in front of them was the mountain 'gate' of the Wind Demon Temple.

The stone staircase is twenty zhang wide, like a big river.

The mountain 'gate' is supported by 18 beams and pillars embraced by three people, and the whole body is carved out of ink-black 'color' rock, which is as high as hundreds of zhang, showing an unparalleled majestic momentum.

On the huge 'door' lintel of the mountain 'gate', three houses are depicted with blood-red 'color' characters.

Wind Demon Temple!

The font is vigorous and powerful, and the strokes are very sharp and sharp, showing the surging murderous and bloody aura, which is daunting.

On both sides of the stone staircase under the mountain gate, there are twelve high-ranking martial artists on both sides, wearing armor and swords hanging from their waists, guarding with fierce eyes.

The arrival of He Wuxian and the others immediately attracted the guards' wary looks.

The captain of the guard, a ninth-level martial artist, immediately came to the front, staring at He Wuxian with a fierce gaze and asked.

"Who are you, what's the matter?"

He Wuxian put his hands behind his back, his face was calm, and he had a momentum of his own.

"Young Master Ben is here to find Fengshenyue, let him come out quickly. ”

The captain of the guard was stunned for a moment, his eyes stared at He Wuxian for a while, and he couldn't help but be secretly frightened.

Of course, he could see that He Wuxian was superb, and he was magnificent, and his demeanor was extraordinary, and he was by no means an ordinary person.

Ordinary martial artists are as afraid of the Wind Demon Temple as a tiger, who dares to be as calm as He Wuxian and call the name of Wind God Yue in public?

As a result, the captain of the guard subconsciously guessed that He Wuxian was most likely the noble son of some powerful force and family, and he was definitely not something he could afford to provoke. Read the full text of the latest chapter.800BOOK

"May I ask which young master are you, what is the matter with our hall master?"

Guessing in his heart that He Wuxi's identity was extraordinary, the attitude of the captain of the guard became very respectful, and he spoke with honorifics, and bowed his hand and saluted.

The corners of He Wuxian's mouth hooked up an inexplicable smile, and he said casually: "Sue sù Fengshenyue, his uncle is here, come out quickly to greet him." ”

"Okay, please wait a while, young master, and the little one will report it. ”

The captain of the guard subconsciously bowed his hand respectfully, and then walked quickly to the mountain 'gate', to report the news.

However, as soon as he turned around and walked two steps away, his body shook, his face froze, and he was stunned in place.

It was only at this point that he reacted, his face instantly filled with murderous aura, and anger surged in his eyes.

He turned around slowly, stared at He Wuxian with a gloomy face, gritted his teeth and said, "You dare to trick me?

"Take him down for me!"

The captain of the guard snorted coldly, and all the eleven guards drew their swords with a bang.

In an instant, the sword light flashed brightly, and the sword aura overflowed, enveloping the open space in front of the mountain gate.

Eleven long swords erupted with cold light, heading straight for He Wuxian's vital stab.

He Wuxian laughed loudly, and did not take out the blood-drinking knife, but directly waved his right hand, and the sleeves of his robe flew up.

The wide sleeves of the black robe burst out with brilliant flame brilliance, covering everyone's heads all over the world.

"Boom!"

Eleven guards, along with the captain of the guard, were all knocked upside down and flew out.

The bodies of the twelve people crossed an arc in the air, and they fell ten feet away with a bang, killing them.

Then He Wuxian flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, and led everyone swaggering towards the mountain 'gate'.

After crossing the mountain 'gate', along the wide and neat steps, going up a thousand zhang away, He Wuxian and the others came to a square.

This huge square is built halfway up the mountain, with a radius of eight miles, flat and neat.

It is surrounded by a patchwork of houses and palaces, row upon row, which looks extremely solemn and magnificent.

More than a dozen guards under the mountain 'gate' were killed in seconds, and this matter had already alarmed the people of the Wind Demon Palace.

When He Wuxian and the others drove straight in and swaggered to the square, hundreds of warriors had gathered around.

Each warrior wore black 'colored' armor with the logo of the Wind Demon Temple embroidered on the neckline, and they were all the 'elite' killers of the Wind Demon Temple.

There were a hundred 'elite' killers, all of whom were high-level martial artists, exuding a bloody murderous aura all over their bodies, and the swords in their hands flashed with cold light.

Nearly a hundred killers formed a half-moon shape, blocking the way of He Wuxian and the others.

"Take him down for me!"

Among the crowd, the leader was a helmsman with the strength of a first-level martial sect.

He waved his hand and snorted coldly, and the hundreds of killers around him all stabbed at He Wuxian with their swords.

Suddenly, the sword aura in the square was permeated, the sword light flickered, and the violent energy converged into a hurricane and swept out.

In the face of the assassination of hundreds of high-level martial artists, He Wuxian did not make a move, and stood in place with his hands behind his back.

The little green dragon had been following behind him, and at this time, he let out a shocking dragon 'groan', and a burst of blue light blew up and rushed towards the crowd.

"Shenlong! It's a Shenlong!"

"Divine beast young dragon, how hateless is he!"

"Brothers, hurry up, catch He Wuxian, the hall master will reward you with a thousand yuan spirit stone. ”

Suddenly, seeing Xiao Qinglong appear, there were bursts of exclamations in the crowd, and everyone was even more 'excited' by the thousand-yuan spirit stone stab.

"Bang bang bang!"

The little green dragon rushed into the crowd on a rampage, instantly knocking more than a dozen killers into vomiting blood and flying out upside down.

"Thunderball!"

At the same time, the little green dragon exerted his thunderous powers, and the clouds above the sky suddenly rolled angrily, and the dark clouds covered the sky and the sun.

The purple 'colored' electric light flickered and jumped in the clouds, condensing into arm-thick thunder and lightning, and slashed down at the killers in the square.

"Boom!"

Dozens of purple 'colored' thunderbolts slashed at the same time, erupting into a terrifying explosion that exploded through the crowd.

Countless screams rang out one after another, but all the killers who were struck by the thunder and lightning were all charred black as carbon, and they died in an instant.

"Bang bang!"

The thunder, which was as dense as a rain of arrows, bombarded the killers in the square for a full three breaths, and hundreds of thunderbolts fell without knowing it.

The square, paved with pitch-black 'colored' seabed rocks, was shattered by lightning and lightning, and all the squares within a radius of thousands of feet collapsed.

After a while, the thunder gradually stopped, and the little green dragon also flew back behind He Wuxian.

In just three breaths, the battle was over.

As far as the eye can see, the huge square with a radius of thousands of feet is full of devastation and chaos.

Broken rocks, crumbling dirt, falling from the sky.

There were hundreds of corpses lying on the ground, each charred as charcoal, and still emitting bursts of black smoke.

Hundreds of 'elite' killers were slaughtered by Xiao Qinglong in an instant.

Only the helmsman of the first-level martial sect was left, staring at the qiē in front of him with wide eyes and a frightened face, and his 'legs' were still trembling.

Such a terrifying scene made his mind blank and unbelievable.

Around the square, there were also more than a hundred 'elite' killers, who were hurrying with swords.

They all witnessed the scene of thunder falling like rain in the sky, bombarding hundreds of 'elite' killers.

At this moment, everyone's eyes widened, their faces were full of horror and fear, and they stopped and didn't dare to rush forward again.

No one is not afraid of death, Xiao Qinglong can bombard and kill hundreds of people in just three breaths, and of course he can easily bombard them.

The morale of the more than 100 'elite' killers who rushed to help in the battle fell to the limit in an instant, and they all stood in place in horror, not daring to move.

For a while, the square was quiet, and more than 100 people didn't even dare to come out.

With his hands behind his back, He Wuxian stepped through the shattered square and walked slowly from the ruins.

More than a hundred killers, all trembling with fear, couldn't help but retreat, no one dared to stop He Wuxian's footsteps.

In this way, He Wuxian walked out of a thousand feet in a row, and many killers also retreated to the edge of the square.

Seeing that, He Wuxian took another thirty steps away, and he would step on the wide steps and enter the reception hall of the Wind Demon Palace.

At this moment, from the back of the reception hall, four figures jumped out and leaped in a galloping manner.

At the same time, a roar full of murder and anger exploded in the square, like a muffled thunder.

"Bold fanatics, dare to spread wild in the Wind Demon Temple, this seat is going to blow you alive!"

With this majestic and furious voice, a burly and sturdy figure fell from the sky with a bang.

With a "bang", the figure landed on the bluestone slab steps with both feet, stepping on the slate with two deep footprints.

The figure was a middle-aged man, tall and burly, with a large bald head that shone in the sun.

The big bald head appeared in front of many 'elite' sharp killers, carrying a broad heavy sword in his hand, blocking He Wuxi's way.

Immediately after that, several muffled sounds sounded, and three figures fell on the steps, standing behind the big bald head.

These three people are one man and two 'women'.

The man had thin skin and tender 'flesh', a thin little white face, wearing a green 'colored' robe, and carrying a thin sword in his hand.

The two 'women' are wearing fiery red 'color' skirts, with graceful figures, enchanting and charming postures, and they look very hot.

Seeing the appearance of four people, including the big bald head and a man and two 'women', hundreds of 'elite' killers suddenly regained their morale, and their faces 'revealed' a confident sneer.

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