Cultivation Began Three Years Ago

As soon as these words came out, everyone was frightened.

With just one avatar, he was able to overwhelm a monster that almost brought crisis to the entire capital and ignored more than 100,000 troops. Then how strong is his main body?

Xuan Che sighed, even though he knew that it was just a clone, but he still felt a little lonely in his heart when he saw him standing alone with the monster for the sake of everyone.

"Young master, with their strength, it shouldn't take long to clean up the bugs."

"At that time, do you want to go back to the mountains, or stay in the city to practice?" Husha asked respectfully.

"Hiss-hiss-hiss" the little gray snake spat out a letter, communicating with Husha in the old language of the monster clan.

"Since you want to stay in the city, then the demon general and I will arrange other envoys to protect you."

"My lord said earlier that his dharma body is here and will take care of you; but the current situation is special, and we have to make further preparations, and hope that we won't bother you."

Little Gray Snake nodded silently, looking a little depressed, but in fact, what he was thinking in his heart was: When will that uncle come back?

In the command room, the originally pitch-black 3D screen also returned to normal at this moment.

Yan Lao stared blankly at the deep pit there, his breathing was short, and his hands were shaking with excitement.

He couldn't believe that there are human beings in this world who can really fight against the unbelievable crawling aliens from the underground world like the nine-winged creatures.

"He did it"

Ye Yu was also shocked to the point of turmoil: "I never imagined that besides him, there would be such a terrifying skill cultivator in Chixia."

The ruins of the city, the bones all over the ground, human troops gathered here, hundreds of tanks lying on the ground, and densely packed fighter planes in the sky.

The rescue team from Kyoto arrived, and the hatch of a certain helicopter gunship suddenly opened.

Several old men with misty breath came out from inside, they jumped down and joined Zhong Ming on the ground.

"The battle is over?"

The leader of the old man in white asked Zhong Ming, he was filled with the connotation of a top master, not inferior to Zhong Lao who had just broken through.

"Yeah." Zhong Ming's heart was heavy.

"You Daoist Zhong, the sword in your hand is very good, can you show me?"

Suddenly, an old man dressed in black with a soft face seemed to see Chen Gu's extraordinaryness and wanted to borrow it to watch.

"Sorry, sorry I can't, this is not mine, but a friend's."

Zhong Ming sighed, showing some dissatisfaction, and immediately pushed back.

"Xiao Zhong, Elder Wang is a sword cultivator. For many years, it's not like you don't know about all kinds of famous swords. What's more, he just wants to see it, not ask you for it, so you understand understand him."

At this time, the old woman who came with the two of them spoke lightly.

"I said, no." Zhong Ming's attitude was so cold that he almost couldn't restrain the anger in his chest.

"Enough, don't forget the important thing we came here!"

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the old man in white coughed and reminded the two of them.

However, the old man in black turned a deaf ear and turned cold, saying: "A friend's thing? I think it's a relic! If that's the case, don't look at it."

Harsh words reached Zhong Ming's ears, he clenched his fists involuntarily, took a deep breath and told himself to calm down, there are still many important matters to deal with after the battle, it is not appropriate to conflict with the three in front of him.

However, this rationality was only maintained for less than half a second, and an indescribable anger ignited in Mr. Zhong's heart.

His eyes sharpened, and he had the intention to kill the old man surnamed Wang, just when he was about to make a move to teach him a lesson.

A domineering shout came from the end of the ground.

"Old man! Do you have the guts to say it again in front of us?"

Seven burly and tall figures came from the darkness, but the overflowing aura made all human beings tremble.

After completing the sweep of the city, Xiong Mang remembered the saber of the lord, and followed the scent, and brought the six town envoys here to find the dust bones.

Coincidentally, just now, he heard the disrespectful words from the old man in black. How could he swallow such a hot-tempered personality?

As the demon generals approached, the tanks and humans along the way did not dare to stop them at all, and did not dare to clash rashly.

You know, this group of ruthless people can turn even foreigners into scum at will.

Hearing the scolding, the three martial arts masters from Kyoto patrolled around and saw Xiong Mang walking towards them unscrupulously.

"Presumptuous! Who are you? How dare you contradict me like this?"

The aura from the black-clothed old man's body swept over, and the terrifying coercion made the surrounding human fighters secretly frightened.

"Falling Wu Demon General——Xiong Mang."

The burly man, who was as tall as a hill, had a ferocious face, and his body was full of unimaginably rich blood, like a humanoid Tyrannosaurus rex.

Accompanied by the three old men, there are also dozens of powerful martial artists or art masters standing behind them, all of them are masters of transformation and unrestricted masters.

However, Xiong Mang treated them as nothing and walked over.

"You are a demon clan?!" The old man in white seemed to have realized something, and said fearfully.

Before he finished speaking, Xiong Mang's figure distorted, and he attacked directly, making everyone frightened.

The old man in black was startled and angry. Just as he wanted to resist, he found that he couldn't move at all.

Before he could react, a big strong hand was tightly locking his fragile throat, lifting him up.

Seeing this scene, the masters and masters almost didn't hesitate to step forward to attack Xiong Mang.

"Whoever moves will die!"

The Thunder Swallowing Lion controlled the thunder and lightning, grasping a bright thunder and lightning, and looked at the people in front of him indifferently.

The Blood Feather Eagle stood with a gun, ready to strike at any time.

"Oh, what a bunch of ungrateful bugs." Centipede said with a murderous intent.

The white-clothed old man's face was gloomy, and his martial arts strength was condensed into shape in an instant. He put it on his body and said, "What exactly do you want to do?"

Xiong Mang ignored him, just looked at the old man in black coldly, and said, "You seem to have a problem with the owner of that sword?"

The old man, who was about to suffocate, blushed and shook his head with difficulty.

Even if he is a martial arts master in the late stage of transformation, with a brutal physical body, he is not enough to face Xiong Mang.

"hiss---"

Blood flew everywhere, and a withered arm was directly torn off by Xiong Mang.

"what!!!"

The severe pain made the old man utter a piercing wail, which frightened everyone.

"There will be another time, Zhuer Nine Clans."

Xiong Mang threw the black-clothed old man out like garbage, its terrifying coercion made everyone present not dare to take action against him.

The old man in white immediately passed by and caught the old man in black who was severely injured.

Then, Xiong Mang walked up to Zhong Ming, his ferocious face rarely showed any kind of friendliness, and said, "Mister, we meet again!"

"Yes, we've met." Mr. Zhong smiled gratifiedly, and the anger in his heart dissipated a lot, and he slowly passed the sword in his hand.

Due to his status, he couldn't do some things, but Xiong Mang helped him.

"This is his sword, return it to you now."