King of the Fairy City

"Little dwarf!"

A group of people in mid-air had their eyes split apart. They embarked on the path to immortality together, went through countless winds and rains together, and experienced countless life and death together over the years. They were as close as brothers and sisters. How could they not feel heartbroken now that their brothers died suddenly.

"Yes...it's a long stick weapon, a golden mask, he has a golden mask!"

Soon, some people realized that the golden mask and the long silver stick were too eye-catching. For a moment, everyone imagined the incredible combat power of the golden mask, and they couldn't help but feel frightened.

"Did any of you see when this person appeared?"

The old man with white beard and hair quickly calmed down and asked in a deep voice.

"Boss, I saw it."

A beautiful woman in her thirties, with an extremely pale face at the moment, said tremblingly.

Before the old man could continue to ask, she continued: "The little dwarf seemed to be catching fish to roast and eat. Just now, he just caught a big fish. The big fish suddenly transformed and turned into a golden-faced man. First he kicked the little dwarf's arm off, and then he swept it down with the long stick, and the little dwarf... fell."

Hearing this, the others took a deep breath. With such a magical transformation technique, as well as the long stick and stick skills as proof of identity, this must be Jinmian!

Suppressing the shock in his heart, the old man raised his hands towards Ye Mo with a trace of uneasiness: "You must be the famous Jin Mian, right? I met you once a year ago. I didn't expect that your talent is so amazing and your progress is so rapid. I I admire you. But do you really want to wait for me?"

The golden-faced man remained silent, then suddenly raised his stick to the sky, pointing directly at the old man and several others, his eyes as cold as a knife.

"Get ready to fight!"

The old man's eyes twitched fiercely, and he shouted sternly. As he spoke, he patted the storage bag on his waist, and hundreds of rays of light were fired. Shooting out, the old man used his hand to guide it, and the brilliance suddenly scattered and flew out, distributed within ten miles around, in the sky and on the ground, in all directions, and then became invisible and hidden in the void.

Seeing this scene, the mysterious golden-masked man put down his long silver stick, tilted his head, and watched the old man set up the formation with interest.

When the old man saw the mysterious golden-masked man's actions, he felt reassured. He tapped the storage bag again, took out a large amount of materials one after another, and set up a magic circle in front of the golden-masked man.

The others looked at each other in confusion, some afraid to move.

"Take action quickly. This person is suspected by countless people to be the hidden descendant of some big force. Every time he performs the mission of Merit Hall, he waits for others to prepare before taking action. He seems to be training. If we are not prepared, we will really die. , relax your mind and accumulate strength.”

Halfway through setting up the formation, the old man suddenly saw that none of his brothers and sisters were moving. He was so angry that his old face turned red, and he couldn't help shouting angrily.

The rest of the people suddenly woke up from a dream, and used their strongest methods one after another. Although some people wondered why the little dwarf was killed instantly, it was too late to think about it at this time.

For a time, the sky was full of excitement, and everyone was preparing. After all, everyone has seen the methods of this mysterious golden-masked man. The monks in the middle stage of Nascent Soul were caught off guard and were instantly killed. Without more preparation, they were really in danger of falling.

Seeing this scene, the golden-masked man was speechless for a while, but he let them go. The silver long stick was stuck in the sea water, with his hands folded, leaning on the long stick and watching.

After half an hour, a group of talents in mid-air were ready. Their confidence suddenly soared, and there was even a hint of fighting spirit in their eyes.

Without saying a word, the golden-masked man slowly straightened up and kicked the long silver stick with his heel. The long stick flew up and spun around a few times, and was held tightly by the golden-masked man in his hand.

"Jin Mian, you are too famous, and we don't want to fight with you, but you push people too hard, so no wonder I wait."

The old man said this, as if they were innocent.

The golden-masked man below couldn't help but shake his head. He had screened all the tasks in Merit Hall, and absolutely none of them were to wrongfully accuse innocent people, or to eradicate dissidents for a certain force. In other words, these people are all guilty people. .

In mid-air, the old man saw that the golden-masked man still had no intention of retreating. He knew that talking more would be useless, so he immediately stopped being polite, gave a deep drink, and began to mutter something in his mouth. His hands flew up and down, and he shot out a series of magic formulas, controlling the magic circle to restrain his power.

In a short period of time, it is naturally impossible to set up any extremely powerful magic circle. This magic circle is actually a semi-complete magic circle. If you take it out and arrange it, and then improve it a little, you can exert great power.

"Do it!"

The old man drinks again.

Suddenly, the world within a ten-mile radius was turbulent, winds and clouds were surging, and the golden-masked man seemed to be imprisoned in a lonely place. In the standing small world, endless waves surged into the sky, and the array flags and array plates swept out golden killing lights.

At the same time, the others also took action.

A stern look flashed in the eyes of the gorgeous woman in her thirties, and the small umbrella in her hand swelled in the wind, and soon became like a house roof, covering the sky above the magic circle, spraying. shoot. Out came streams of pink mist and fine needles of cow hair.

A middle-aged man shook his hands and threw a jade gourd. He flicked his fingers solemnly, and a ray of light fell on the gourd. In an instant, the mouth of the gourd tilted, and sprayed out a monstrous black gas like thick ink at Ye Mo in the circle. The dark wind is strong, and the sound of ghosts crying and gods howling penetrates the gold and cracks the stone.

The last person was a young man. He opened the spirit beast bag in his hand, and hundreds of thousands of weird flying insects flew out, wrapping him tightly and tightly. Then, he took out a small bronze clock. Come, dozens of magic techniques hit the small bell, and with one finger pointing at the golden-faced man in the magic circle, the small bell suddenly seemed to be attracted, and it quickly grew in size. It was aimed at Ye Mo and shook violently, and the sound waves came like waves!

"Is this your last resort?"

The golden-masked man spoke for the first time, his voice sounding like gold and iron clashing. It was obviously foley and not real.

As he spoke, the golden-masked man's figure flashed like a fleeting shadow, without any fluctuations in mana. Instead, he walked in the air, his body flashing and disappearing constantly, avoiding a large torrent of magic by just a hair's breadth.

The scene that happened in front of them shocked the hearts of several people in mid-air, but they had already taken action at this time. The only way to retreat was to die, and they could only continue to attack.

Unfortunately, even within the confines of the magic circle, the golden-masked man was still very relaxed and comfortable. The magic light emitted by the formation flags and formation disks could not touch the corners of his clothes at all. As for the black energy and pink mist, he could only run for his life. The ground chased his figure.

After evading several fatal attacks, the golden-masked man finally stopped and looked at the people in mid-air with a mocking look.

At this moment, several people in the air were already pale, their bodies were cold, and they could hardly control the magic circle and magic weapon. How could they resist such a powerful opponent?

The fighting spirit of this group of people had been wiped out, and the golden-masked man was too lazy to waste time. His body shape suddenly changed, and he turned into a tall... ape!

This ape was tall, with golden pupils, blue hair, and a burly body. It raised its head to the sky and roared, causing the entire sea area to stir wildly.

"break!"

There was still a harsh sound, and the golden-eyed water ape transformed into a golden-faced man punched out, and the endless sea water surged up, turning into a giant fist containing billions of destructive power, and struck hard with one blow. On the magic circle.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

With three punches in a row, the powerful formation was broken open so easily, sending hundreds of formation flags and formation disks to nowhere.

"Destroy!"

There was another cold shout, and the golden-masked man swept his long stick, taking the initiative to meet the pink mist and black air.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the middle-aged man and the gorgeous woman were filled with joy.

However, their joy froze in the next moment, and the gorgeous woman screamed: "The magic weapon of warding off magic! This is actually a magic weapon of warding off magic!"

Sure enough, everyone took a closer look and saw pink mist, fine needles and black air being swept by the long stick. They wanted to wrap themselves around it, but they lost their strength when they got close to the long stick and couldn't get close to it at all. In this way, almost Under the blow of the stick, the black air and pink mist quickly dissipated, and the fine needles fell into the turbulent sea.

"Twilight drums and morning bells, duh!"

At this time, the young man spurted out a mouthful of blood, turning into a bloody rainbow and falling into the bronze bell.

The big bell was stimulated to vibrate more and more violently, the sound waves were continuous, causing people to have hallucinations, and the big bell became bigger and bigger.

A hint of fear flashed in the golden-faced man's eyes, and he sneered: "Competition? Then let's compare!"

As he spoke, the golden-masked man threw the silver long stick in his hand into the air. The long stick suddenly surged in size and soon exceeded the size of the bell, completely blocking the sound wave.

"This magical weapon weighs 1,296,000 kilograms. Let's see if your imitation can handle it!"

The golden-masked man's figure swayed and returned to his original appearance. He pressed one hand on the silver pillar like the Optimus Pillar and actually waved it. A man who was worse than an ant was waving something like a giant mountain. Magical weapons, such a huge gap is really shocking beyond words.

"boom!"

When the stick fell, the sky and the earth shook violently, and the bronze bell instantly shattered into pieces. The young man spat out three large mouthfuls of blood, became unstable, and almost fell into the sea.

…

Half a day later, the golden-masked man flew across the boundless sea and arrived at a deserted island.

Someone had been waiting here for a long time. When he saw the golden-masked man falling, the man chuckled and came up to him with a smile on his face. He saluted politely and said: "The golden-masked man's action is really extraordinary. It's only been a few days, right? He actually got it." Killed all five of them, he is really young and promising.”

This man seemed to be middle-aged, dressed in a green shirt, and he was full of praise when he opened his mouth, but it was not against his will, because he was indeed surprised and admired.

Those five people are not simple. They have exotic treasures that block most tracking spells. This alone can give countless Xuanwang-level hunters a headache, not to mention many other methods.

But in just a few days, all five of them died. Such efficiency was something that most Xuan King hunters could not achieve.

Young and promising?

The golden-faced man sneered secretly, it was just to test whether he was of the younger generation. He was not yet able to fall into the little trap in his words, so he just remained silent.

The middle-aged man in green shirt didn't care. He smiled and passed by without mentioning the things he had agreed on in advance. Instead, he said: "Your Excellency has such magical powers and cultivation. It would be a waste to act in such a low profile. Master has ordered me to invite you to join us." Tiancheng Alliance, what do you think?"

Tiancheng Alliance, one of the three major family faction giants, in other words, the family faction came to win over themselves.

Indeed, since he is so high-profile and has amazing combat power, it would be a mistake if these people are not moved.

"Take out the things, the mission is accomplished."

The golden-masked man's voice was slightly cold, and his rejection was self-evident.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt frowned, and said with deep meaning: "Are you from the sect? But even so, we should know who you are, right? Although this thing is nothing, but It is considered rare and cannot be handed over to people of unknown origin. ”

"Ask Deputy Hall Master Yu."

The golden-faced man's voice was cold, with a hint of evil aura.

The middle-aged man in blue shirt couldn't help but shake his head. If it was useful, they would already know who the person in front of them is.

"Since you are unwilling to cooperate, don't blame me for waiting."

The middle-aged man in blue shirt looked stern and his eyes darkened.

As soon as he finished speaking, the robes of the middle-aged man in green robes suddenly started to sway, and a spiritual pressure breath that swallowed the sky and the earth surged out, and the sea area thousands of miles around was suddenly turbulent and thunderous.

"Venerable God Transformation! I checked your information and you are clearly at the ninth level of Nascent Soul!"

The golden-faced man's eyes were wide open and he couldn't believe it.

"Hahaha... That's all for old time. In order to deal with you, our alliance has taken great pains. You are almost as good as the direct descendants of all major forces, but do you really think you can compare with them?"

The middle-aged man in blue shirt laughed wildly.

The golden-masked man's chest rose and fell violently, but he soon calmed down. He glanced at the middle-aged man in blue and said calmly, "In this case, I can no longer hide my identity."

Saying this, the golden-masked man raised his hand and pressed it on the mask, then gently took it off.

"You...how could it be you! Aren't you living in Merit Hall? You are practicing hard and have never left the mountain."

The middle-aged man in blue shirt was also dumbfounded. Looking at Ye Mo's face, he almost thought it was an illusion.

"Dead people don't need answers."

Ye Mo put away his mask and opened his mouth suddenly. Eight rays of different colors and dazzling brilliance spurted out. It was the flying sword of the eight-series magic power: "Five elements and three wonders, eight-phase sword domain, kill!" Mobile phone Users please visit http://m.piaotia.net