He Has a Dragon

They didn't expect that the short, fat man in front of them, who looked unremarkable at all, could be so powerful that they couldn't believe it.

Obviously everyone's cultivation realm is at the peak of the late Nascent Soul, but the combat power displayed is completely different.

This made the four people, including the old man in purple clothes and the middle-aged monk with a flat nose, puzzled and extremely desperate.

But I have never regretted taking medicine, and now I can only admit defeat.

Soon, facing Wang Le's strong crushing force, these four peak monks in the late Nascent Soul stage, without exception, all lost their fighting power, and were beaten to the ground in a pool of blood one by one.

Among them, the monk with the Chinese character face who was the first to take action was even more dying, with only his last breath left.

At this moment, Wang Le was seen standing in front of the four of them. He glanced condescendingly at these defeated generals and said lightly: "It's nothing more than that. I thought it would take some effort, but I didn't expect that the four of you are vulnerable. It's really disappointing. People are a little disappointed.”

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the middle-aged monk with small eyes and flat nose, looking up at Wang Le with a frightened face and saying: "You must be a god-forming monk, but you have suppressed your own cultivation realm now, otherwise you wouldn't be like this. It’s amazing, one person can defeat the four of us!”

Wang Le shook his head and denied with an unchanged expression: "I am just like you, a peak monk in the late Nascent Soul stage, not a powerful person who transforms into gods, so you are overthinking it."

The middle-aged monk with small eyes and flat nose counterattacked with a look of disbelief: "You lied, how can the combat power of a peak monk in the late Nascent Soul stage be so strong that it is as strong as the powerful one who transforms into gods, or even more powerful?" powerful!"

Wang Le laughed with disdain and said, "There is no need for me to lie to people like you who are going to die."

Before the middle-aged monk with small eyes and flat nose could continue to retort, he saw the old man in purple slumped in a pool of blood next to him. He said to Wang Le in a surprised and deep voice: "You are not the emperor, you are Wang Le!"

A strange color flashed in Wang Le's eyes, and he smiled and said nothing, apparently acquiescing.

Anyway, these four people will be going to Hell on Huangquan Road to report to the Lord of Hell, so there is nothing to hide.

At this moment, the old man in brocade robes let out a long sigh and said, "It turns out it's really you Wang Le. I should have thought of it a long time ago."

"If it were me, Shen Qianfeng, since I want to send the strongest combat force on this trip to the secret realm,

Then it is normal and reasonable to find a way to recruit Wang Le, who has recently become famous in Shuntian City! "

After a pause, the old man in brocade robes continued with regret: "I didn't expect that you, the little thief, would be so cunning that you would change your identity and sneak in, thus making me lose my vigilance."

"Since I knew you were Shen Qianfeng's subordinate before, I should have been vigilant. As a result, my carelessness led to the current disaster of life and death. It's too late to regret it!"

Wang Le chuckled and replied: "Since you have come in, you should be prepared to die, so don't regret it."

Then Wang Le went further: "With the strength of the four of you, even if you don't die in my hands today, in the next half month, you will most likely die in the hands of others, or die here." It’s in a trap somewhere in the secret space.”

The middle-aged monk with small eyes and flat nose retorted with an unconvinced expression: "Impossible! It was unlucky for the four of us to meet you Wang Le today. If it had been anyone else who entered the palace, we would never have been able to escape the joint siege of the four of us. "

"The two Nascent Soul experts just now are the best examples!"

At this time, Wang Le looked deeply at the middle-aged monk and replied noncommittally: "Really? But in my eyes, most of the people who entered the secret space of the cave this time are not strong enough on the surface. It looks so simple!”

At the same time, Wang Le couldn't help but recall the powerful people he had observed before entering the secret space of the cave.

Vaguely, Wang Le could feel that the auras leaked by many of the strong men were very strange and should not be possessed by Nascent Soul cultivators.

On the contrary, it is more like the aura that a powerful person who transforms into gods should have.

After all, Wang Le had fought against many powerful gods along the way, and many of them had fallen into his hands.

That's why I can be so sensitive to detect the weirdness in it.

"Who do you four belong to? Don't you realize it at all?" Wang Le couldn't help but ask.

Facing Wang Le's inquiry, the old man in purple and others who collapsed on the ground fell silent, obviously not wanting to answer.

Wang Le raised his eyebrows and said coldly: "Since you don't want to say it, forget it. Besides, I have no interest in knowing."

As soon as he finished speaking, before anyone could speak, Wang Le didn't say much, but he shot like lightning, hitting the heads of the old man in purple and the middle-aged monk with small eyes and flat nose.

"Crack, click, click...!"

Amidst the crisp and ear-piercing sound of bones shattering, the heads of these two peak cultivators in the late Nascent Soul stage were like smashed watermelons, and they fell and lost their lives on the spot.

Then Wang Le walked up to the old man in brocade robes next to him, looked down at him and asked, "Tell me, why are you here?"

After a pause, Wang Le continued to threaten: "If you tell me, I will let you die as happily as the two of them."

"If you don't tell me, I will let you die in agony and torture."

Having said this, Wang Le looked at the old man in brocade robes seriously, and said further in an indifferent tone: "I believe you will not doubt my ability and means in this regard."

The old man in brocade robes trembled physically and mentally, and his wrinkled face showed a look of sorrow and despair. Then he closed his eyes and replied: "We came here to find dead trees and sacred grass."

"Withered wood and holy grass?" Wang Le couldn't help but asked in confusion: "What is this?"

The old man in golden robe couldn't help opening his eyes and looked at Wang Le, and said in great surprise: "You don't even know about the dead wood sacred grass. Where are you from?"

After a pause, the old man in golden robe continued: "The outside world has been speculating about your origin as Wang Le. It is very likely that you come from those mysterious Taoist sects that have not been born. But now you can't even refine the main ingredients of the elixir to attack the gods." Know."

"I believe that those top sect disciples with profound knowledge will never lack this basic understanding."

Speaking of this, the old man in Jinpao even forgot about his own life and death, and couldn't help but ask: "Wang Le, who are you? Where are you from..."

Before the old man in Jinpao could finish asking his curiosity, Wang Le kicked the opponent's head to pieces and lost his life.

"People are nagging when they get old. Don't you know that curiosity will make you die faster?"

Wang Le muttered angrily.

At the same time, Wang Le couldn't help but think silently: "I came here to look for the remains of Mahayana monks, but I didn't expect that there are good things here that can impact the realm of gods. It's really an unexpected surprise."

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