Martial God Sovereign

Chapter 1701

The people around him froze for a while, and their gazes at Han Yu became interesting. No one felt vented because Han Yu made the old eighteen embarrassed, but looked at Han Yu with gloat and compassion.

"Little brother, get out of here quickly, hurry!" The old man said anxiously, his voice trembling.

"Who are these people?" Han Yu asked lightly.

"You don't even know about them?" The old man said in astonishment: "They are the famous Shutian eighteen riders, these nine are silver nine riders, and the golden nine riders have not come."

"What is the origin of Zhutian Eighteen Horses?" Han Yu said.

The old man looked at Han Yu strangely, wondering if this person had just walked out of the old forest in the deep mountains, and said: "Shutian eighteen riders, from the Zhutian region, famous for being cruel and iron-blooded, were killed by them. There are countless people, but they have never failed since their debut. You have offended them today. They will never give up. Listen to my advice and go quickly. The sooner the better, the farther the better. Don’t Meet them again."

After the old man finished speaking, he left first, simply fleeing.

Although he did not offend the Shaotian Shibaqi, he and Han Yu stood together for fear of being hated by the Shaotian Shibaqi. At this time, the old man felt extremely regretful, he had known that he would not pull Han Yu just now.

Han Yu saw a few flashes of the old man and disappeared, and couldn't help but shook his head and smiled bitterly. The others are far away from Han Yu, for fear of being implicated by Han Yu.

"Shutian eighteen riders?" Han Yu smiled faintly, and walked into Xiaoyao City.

"Damn, is this kid kicked in the head by a donkey, and Shutian Shibaqi is inside. Is he going to go in and die?"

"From what he said just now, he should be a newcomer. Poor, he only provokes people who shouldn't be provoked when he just came out, and he deserves death!"

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Everyone pointed to Han Yu. In their opinion, Han Yu's entry into Xiaoyao City was undoubtedly dying.

Han Yu felt sad for them. Just now, the Shaotian Shibaqi made them have no dignity at all, but they didn't dare to say a bad thing about the Shaotian Shibaqi, but laughed at Han Yu there.

Han Yu was too lazy to compete with these ants and walked straight into the city.

The streets are wide, the ground is solid, and there are many buildings on both sides. Many doors are opened, but there is no one inside. Han Yu walked into a weapon shop and found that the owner of the weapon shop was a middle-aged couple who died permanently in bed. Seeing this, he suddenly died at night.

The two of them had no injuries at all, no external injuries or internal injuries. The Niwan palace was empty, and their souls died.

Han Yu went to the next house again, and his death was exactly the same as the couple.

Han Yu inspected more than a dozen corpses one after another, and came to a conclusion that these people were wiped out in an instant and died.

Among these people, there are weak in the realm of Tianwu, and strong in the realm of Wuhuang, but they are all in this state of death.

"Only a saint has the ability to wipe out the souls of millions of people in an instant. But why do the high saints shoot so many weak people? This is a massacre!" Han Yu was a little confused about why the saint did this.

Killing millions of creatures overnight is a matter of harming the heavens and harmony, as long as it is normal people will not do it.

Han Yu walked into a high-standard medicinal material shop. There were a lot of medicinal materials on the display shelf, but there was no one. Han Yu's gaze swept over at will, seeing a few precious medicinal plants, a strange red flower sealed in a transparent box, made Han Yu's brow jump.

This kind of flower, red as blood, is covered with sharp small thorns called "Blood Seeing the Soul". It is a highly poisonous flower. If it accidentally touches a cut finger, it will be contaminated with blood. Even the gods can’t save their souls.

"The people in this city, isn't the soul wiped out, but taken away?" Han Yu thought of another possibility.

"Tian Lao once said that there is a kind of evil spirit that specializes in extracting the souls of others for cultivation. It is extremely vicious. The "Devil Soul Dafa", one of the three great magic arts that are as famous as the "Yin Sucking Dafa", is to absorb others. It’s just that his soul has long since disappeared in the cultivation world. If someone who practices "Devil Soul Dafa" is born, there will be another **** storm in the cultivation world!" Han Yu sighed secretly, wrinkling tightly Frowned.

Tian Lao also said that because the Qi Tian master's soul is stronger than ordinary people, people who practice "Devil Soul Dafa" will find people from the Qi Tian line to start. It can be said that they are the deadly enemies of the Qi Tian line.

"It seems that we must rush to the Wind Clan as soon as possible to get them ready." Han Yu turned and left.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in from the door, blocking Han Yu's way, it was the old eighteen of the eighteen riders in Zhutian.

"You are so courageous, how dare you come to steal my treasures from the Holy Land of Wind and Cloud!" The corner of Old Eighteen's mouth slanted, with a cold look.

"It's really stingy to have only such a small medicinal material shop in the dignified sacred place!" Han Yu said coldly, quite ironically.

He didn't think that this medicinal material shop was the property of Fengyun Holy Land, the other party obviously wanted to find a reason to start with him.

"Dare to insult my Fengyun Holy Land, you are looking for death!" The old eighteen was furious, and the spear in his hand slammed out of his arm. He immediately rushed out of his arm and rushed out several trainings, turning into a giant python and entwining it on the spear. The power of the spear skyrocketed instantly.

"boom!"

The void in front of Han Yu couldn't bear the terrifying pressure of the spear, and it exploded directly, thundering on the ground. A terrifying wave of air swept through, like a wind knife, to smash Han Yu into pieces.

But when they reached Han Yu one meter away, those wind knives quietly resolved. The spear hit Huanglong and pierced Han Yu's chest.

The murderous air and the pressure of the saints alone are enough to make countless people fearful. But Han Yu didn't change his face, sticking out his right hand and slapped the spear directly.

"I can't help myself!" Seeing that Han Yu had chosen to pick up his spear with his bare hands, the old eighteen couldn't help but sneer.

Looking at the world, anyone who can take a blow with his bare hands is not yet born.

"boom!"

The palm of the hand and the spear collided, and the air wave formed between the two exploded in an instant, fiercely hitting the two of them.

The old eighteen felt a terrifying force, attacking like a flood, numb his arms, his feet involuntarily thumped back a few steps, every step he stepped on, he had to step on the ground. A huge pit came out, and after three feet stepped on it, the whole room collapsed. The bricks, houses, beams and other objects were bounced away before Han Yu was near, and Han Yu stood still, motionless.

"Are you the cultivation base of the middle stage of Wu Sheng?" Old Eighteen stared at Han Yu incredulously.

Han Yu looked at Old Eighteen with a calm expression on his back, which made the eighteenth feel the storm in his heart. He couldn't imagine how powerful a person he could be to take his full shot so easily.

What he didn't notice was that Han Yu's hand trembled slightly, the weak brilliance on his palm was flowing, and the injury was healing quickly.