God Emperor

This great sage is from the Yaksha tribe, with an old face and narrow eyes.

There are scars all over the body, giving people a harsh feeling.

He walked towards Zhang Ruochen.

Zhang Ruochen stood motionless as if he was petrified with fear.

The great sage of the Yaksha tribe showed a contemptuous smile and said: "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

He put one hand on Zhang Ruochen's shoulder, and powerful spiritual power poured into Zhang Ruochen's body. Phantom light appeared in his eyes, controlling Zhang Ruochen's consciousness: "From now on, I am the manager of this inn, and you are mine. servant."

"Understood." Zhang Ruochen said.

The great sage of the Yasha clan nodded with satisfaction, retracted his palm, and looked up. As if he sensed something terrible, he quickly transformed into a fat middle-aged man in his fifties.

Zhang Ruochen followed him and entered the inn together.

The great sage of the Yaksha tribe really pretended to be the innkeeper, lighting a fire in the kitchen to cook, wiping the dust and tallying the accounts. Zhang Ruochen was on the side, doing his job honestly.

It is the season when snow is flying all over the sky, and the world is completely white.

Four beautiful figures with fluttering colorful clothes found their way to this small town from the place where the great sage of the Yasha tribe fell.

All of them are beautiful and beautiful, with graceful figures and skin whiter than snow. Their waists are exposed in various colored gauze clothes, making them flexible and sexy. pity. The holy path flows regularly around every body, and ordinary monks cannot see their appearance and figure clearly.

"It's right here, I smell the residual blood of him." A woman holding a pipa said.

The woman holding the flute said: "He is hiding among the mortals in this town. There are no more than twenty humans in the town. I can kill them all with just one flute sound. He is still alive." Yes, it must be him."

"No."

The woman holding the pipa said solemnly: "The thief God has said that this planet hides a great secret. If we kill innocent people indiscriminately, we will probably encounter disaster. Let's go and take a look in the town. He can't hide it." "

"Bang! Bang! Bang..."

In the inn, Zhang Ruochen was using a hammer to knock on the window shield to resist the fierce wind and snow.

The door was pushed open.

A whistling sound was heard.

Pieces of snowflakes, accompanied by the charming woman's fragrance, blew in from outside.

Four stunning women, all with good cultivation, are all strong among the great sages.

As soon as he walked in, the woman holding the flute released her Dao realm and enveloped the entire inn.

The powerful rules of the Holy Dao spread invisibly to the ground, walls, roofs, windows, pillars... of the inn, turning the inn into a cage of heaven and earth.

Ordinary forces cannot cultivate four top saints. Only a force with a certain reputation in the entire universe can do it.

When Zhang Ruochen saw the last woman holding the pipa and walked into the inn, he finally understood who they were.

Because he has seen this woman before.

The figure of the woman holding the flute is extremely beautiful, especially on her chest, as if there are two milky white bowls upside down, looming.

Her eyes were unkind, and she walked under Zhang Ruochen and said, "Old man, you are so old, why are you still climbing so high? It's dangerous, what if you fall?"

Zhang Ruochen knew that she was doubting him.

Because the great sage of the Yaksha tribe deliberately stuck a drop of blood on his body.

The woman holding the flute pressed her hand on the wooden table under Zhang Ruochen, pushed it gently, and the wooden table moved sideways.

Zhang Ruochen was standing on the wooden table nailing the windows. His old body had an unstable center of gravity and he fell sideways. He was about to fall to his death on the spot.

The woman holding the pipa stretched out a jade-white catkin and grabbed Zhang Ruochen's wrinkled wrist. At the same time, an invisible force fell on Zhang Ruochen, making him fall to the ground smoothly.

Her hands were soft and her scent was intoxicating.

"It's not him! Meng Sheng is very cunning. He deliberately sprinkled a drop of blood on him to confuse us." The woman holding the pipa said.

"Girls, do you want to stay in a hotel or dine in...you guys..."

The shopkeeper, who was in his fifties, walked out and saw four beautiful women standing in the lobby. For a moment, his face was dull.

An innkeeper in a small town suddenly saw four beauties in gorgeous clothes, with either their waists exposed or their legs exposed. How could he not be shocked?

Zhang Ruochen looked at the shopkeeper and was a little surprised to find that the great sage of the Yaksha tribe had also used unknown methods. He had become a little more sophisticated in hiding his methods.

From beginning to end, Zhang Ruochen did not release his mental power.

Because, there is no need.

In his eyes, the great saint-level monks are no different from ordinary mortals, and he doesn't want to know what their intentions are.

The four women, each holding a musical instrument, smiled coquettishly and circled around the Yaksha Clan's great sage, sizing him up.

Obviously they had suspicions, but they were not sure.

The woman holding the flute was about to take action when a hearty laughter sounded outside: "I didn't expect that in such a remote place, I could meet the four owners of the Goddess's Twelve Houses."

A one-eyed old man in gray robe walked in from the door.

Zhang Ruochen, who was about to close the door, quickly stepped aside.

The one-eyed old man in gray robe is tall, about two meters tall. The two servants who followed him into the inn were even taller than 2.5 meters, and the small inn seemed to be burst by them.

They exuded an overwhelming aura.

The expressions of the four sexy beauties suddenly became extremely solemn.

Even the great sage of the Yaksha clan, who turned into the innkeeper, seemed to be frightened. Even though he was well hidden, there was still a trace of fear in the depths of his pupils.

How could they not be afraid?

The one-eyed old man in gray robe is a false god.

The one-eyed old man in gray robe always had a smile on his face and said: "I hurry up and hurry up, but unexpectedly I am still a step too late. I almost let you Goddess Twelve Squares take the lead. What, have you found anyone?"

"How cunning Mengsheng is, how can he be so easy to find?" said the woman holding the pipa.

The one-eyed old man in gray robe shook his head and said: "Others can't find it, but Lord Ye's tracking skills are top-notch among gods, and his mental power has reached level 69. Even I am not as good as you, how could you possibly Can't find it? Could it be that Meng Sheng is hiding in this town, or in this inn? "

The one-eyed old man in gray robe looked back and forth between Zhang Ruochen and the fat shopkeeper, and he immediately noticed the drop of blood on Zhang Ruochen's body.

The woman holding the pipa said: "It's not him. The blood on his body is just a method used by Meng Sheng to confuse us. If I guessed correctly, Meng Sheng should have fled far away. Come on, follow me and continue chasing." "

The fourth owner of the Goddess Twelve Buildings rushed out of the inn and flew away.

The one-eyed old man in gray robe was suspicious, but he felt that Ye Manman's analysis was reasonable. Meng Sheng left blood here just to confuse them and buy time for himself to escape. How could you still stay where you are?

Ye Manman was the former owner of the Ice King Goddess Building.

After the one-eyed gray-robed old man and the two war servants left, a sarcastic smile appeared in the fat shopkeeper's eyes, and he said to himself: "We can't stay here anymore, they should react soon. Return to this place."

"Bang!"

The fat shopkeeper flicked his finger, and a beam of light flew out, shattering the white-haired Zhang Ruochen's body into a ball of bloody powder.

He stepped out of the inn and his body transformed into the original form of the Yasha clan.

However, before it was too late to leave, a huge boulder like a hill fell from the sky.

"Boom."

The great sage of the Yaksha tribe was crushed into bloody mud by a boulder.

There were countless cracks in the ground around the boulder.

The entire town is sinking downwards and the houses are tilting.

"Click, click, click."

The boulder more than a hundred meters high moved, and its body shrank, turning into a human man with stone skin. He stepped on the already bloody Great Sage of the Yasha Tribe and sneered: "You can fool them, but you can't fool me."

Zhang Ruochen sat on a chair in the inn and sighed in his heart: "The Yaksha Clan, the Twelve Goddess, the Dark Temple, and now the Supreme Sage of the Stone Clan has also appeared! A sixth-level planet has attracted so many masters, It doesn’t look like a coincidence!”

Just now, what the Great Sage of the Yaksha Tribe crushed with one finger was just Zhang Ruochen's phantom.

"The trees want to be still, but the wind doesn't stop."

Zhang Ruochen had no interest in what they were fighting for. He didn't look outside, his eyes were lowered and his face was filled with helplessness. In my ears, Ye Manman's voice came back and forth: "We, the Goddess Twelve Houses, are going to decide on the item on Meng Sheng's body!"

Fighting breaks out outside.

However, both Ye Manman and the Great Sage of the Stone Clan released their Dao Domain, and the aftermath of the battle did not spread to the town.

Other great saints arrived, and more and more monks were fighting.

Soon there were several corpses of the Great Sage on the ground. The strange thing was that they only dared to fight in the Dao realm. There is even a spiritual sage who uses formations to protect the mortals in the town.

"Haha, Master Ye is really smart. He actually deceived me. Unfortunately, there are too many monks who covet that thing. In the end, you still get nothing." The laughter of the one-eyed old man in gray robe came from far and near.

The three owners of the Goddess Twelve Square rushed back and gathered with Ye Manman.

They were responsible for luring away the one-eyed old man in gray robe. Unfortunately, the battle broke out here, and the fluctuations spread quickly, making it impossible to hide even if they wanted to.

The one-eyed old man in gray robe released his divine power and suppressed all the fighting great sages until they could no longer take action.

He said: "Hand over that thing and everyone will be happy today. Otherwise, I can only search for souls one by one. You know the price of searching for souls."

The voice of the Great Sage of the Stone Tribe rang out, saying: "If you get that thing, you will definitely kill all of us and silence us. Don't believe his words. Let's take action together and deal with it first... ah..."

The Great Sage of the Stone Clan screamed.

The one-eyed old man in gray robe grabbed him from the air, and the dark power erupted from his palm, crushing him into white lime. He sighed: "It's not on him. So, whose place is it?"

Next, screams sounded one after another outside.

These great saints, let alone Yuanhui-level representatives, are not even at the peak of demigods. Even if they attack together, they are no match for the pseudo-gods.

Only to be slaughtered.