Please, I Really Don't Want Her Majesty The Empress To Be Pregnant.

"Jingmen!"

"open!"

The moment the thunder fell, a door of light appeared in front of Mo Li, swallowing the thunder and easily defusing the attack.

Seeing this, the Saint Son of the Thunder Clan was not surprised.

If the opponent is defeated so easily, he will be angry instead.

To be able to escape such a distance from the same rank cultivator in his hands, he needs to exercise his muscles and bones, and it can't end so quickly anyway.

After all, he had already decided in his heart that he wanted Mo Li to enjoy the taste of thunder and purgatory before he died.

"Do it!"

The Son of the Thunder Clan waved his hand and sealed the space again with a secret method.

And the Thunder Clan elite facing him also took out a sledgehammer, surrounded by thunder, it turned out to be a powerful imperial weapon.

As soon as he made a move, he was the emperor's soldier. Obviously, the Thunder Clan elite didn't plan to keep their hands.

He is a cautious person, and here in the human world, it is better to make a quick decision.

"Smash me!"

The Thunder Clan elite held a sledgehammer and swung it at Mo Li like a god of thunder.

Surrounded by lightning, this hammer became bigger and bigger in the air, and combined with the space blockade, it was inevitable for people to avoid.

And Mo Li has no idea of ​​avoiding it.

When he set up the Qimen Dunjia, he had already felt the aura of his old friend.

And when the lightning hammer fell, the space blocked here was broken by a golden light.

"break!"

With a long howl, a gleaming golden trident pierced through the space, and then shook off the Thunder Hammer attack with unparalleled force.

The two attacks collided together, the aftermath shook the sea, and figures appeared behind Mo Li.

In front of Mo Li, a warrior wearing a golden chain mail and holding a golden trident appeared.

"The monster race in this world?"

Seeing this, the Saint Son of the Thunder Clan frowned slightly.

He didn't expect that there would be such a brave monster race in a mere lower realm, but the strength of the late stage of the holy rank actually gave him a somewhat dangerous feeling.

Things seem to be getting interesting!

"Holy Son, the other party is not the monster clan, but the Yaksha clan under the dragon clan."

"It is said that the warriors of the Yaksha tribe are all powerful, and seeing them today really deserves their reputation."

"If I'm not mistaken, the leader of the Yaksha tribe has the blood of a pure-blooded dragon. The future achievements are limitless, and the combat power will far exceed the same rank cultivator."

At this time, the Yaksha clan appeared, and the Lei clan elite became extremely vigilant, and he hurried to his son.

He was very smart, and immediately understood that it was the Lanyan Academy disciple who deliberately lured them to the seaside.

If it was just a Yaksha clan, they might just be tricky to deal with.

But not one Yaksha came, but a group.

Although the strength of those Yaksha tribes is not at the holy level, they can join forces to attack, and the power cannot be underestimated.

These are not the most important, the important thing is that this is the territory of the human world, they should not fight for a long time.

Even if the clan gave them some means to save their lives, those means could only be used at critical times.

It's really unreasonable to use life-saving means just after going down to the lower realm.

"The black owl of the Yaksha tribe is here, you have crossed the line!"

"If you dare to fight again, you will be the enemy of the Yaksha clan, and you will never die!"

Hei Xiao was wearing a golden chain mail, and his aura was unstoppable.

At this time, he is stronger than when he jumped the dragon gate, and he is the well-deserved number one of the Yaksha clan.

In recent years, he is also the sea clan who has visited the Lanyan Academy the most times. Mo Li is the first friend he made in the Lanyan Academy, so he will naturally help his friends out.

And according to Mo Li's rumors just now, these two people are from the upper realm, and they seem to have plans for Lanyan Academy.

This made him even more angry.

Gu Lan has great gratitude to him for rebuilding, and to the entire Yaksha clan. Lanyan Academy was founded by Gu Lan, and the other party dared to take the idea of ​​Lanyan Academy. enemy.

Hei Xiao raised the golden trident, and locked the energy on the two Lei Clan.

As long as the two of them dared to make any rash moves, he would unleash a thunderous blow.

According to his thinking, in fact, he was ready to do it from the beginning.

But Mo Li told him to hold people back, so he had no choice but to temporarily suppress his anger.

"Holy Son, the Yaksha tribe is not easy to mess with, let's withdraw for now!"

"It's not easy to mess with me! The show has just begun, no matter what, I have to help the other party finish singing. This place is on the sea, and I happen to have a good time with them!"

The Thunder Clan elite was intimidated by Hei Xiao's aura, and they used secret techniques to transmit sound. Before they could persuade them, they were interrupted by the Thunder Clan Saint Son.

During the sound transmission process between the two, the saint son of the Lei clan could not hold back the anger in his heart.

After chasing him all the way, he finally had a chance to fight. At this time, letting him escape would make him feel worse than killing him.

"It's just a bunch of trash from the lower world!"

"Even if I have the peerless Cultivation Technique and the blood of the dragon, what can I do!"

The moment the Son of Lei Clan's voice fell, a Flying Sword fell directly into his hand. He put his fingers together and caressed the edge of the sword, blood fell on the edge of the sword, and a terrifying thunder burst out.

Those thunder lights intertwined, forming a thunder armor on his body in the blink of an eye.

In this state, the Son of the Thunder Clan is confident that he will not be at a disadvantage in the God realm, so how can he be afraid of the same rank cultivator in the lower realm, or even a cultivator whose Cultivation Base is not as good as him.

However, he did not underestimate the enemy, the Flying Sword turned into a lightning sword in his hands, and a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"This secret technique was originally prepared by me for the Holy Sons of various races in the Great Competition of Ten Thousand Races. Today, I will let you trash try it out!"

"Thunder God's Fury!"

The Saint Son of the Lei Clan shouted loudly and slashed with his sword.

At the same time as he slashed out this sword, the thunder light behind him gathered into a thunderbolt, and unexpectedly slashed out a thunderbolt sword with the same posture.

The two Sword Rays merged in the air, and the power that erupted was extremely terrifying, like a natural disaster.

With such a terrifying blow, even the Yaksha warriors who have always been known for their bravery couldn't help but instinctively take a step toward retreat.

Although they took a step back, they immediately took a step forward in the next second. Each of them sacrificed a trident in their hands, displayed the Yaksha secret method, and spread a water net in an attempt to block the terrifying attack.

They are defending, and the black owls are indeed attacking.

"Well done!"

Hei Xiao looked at Thunder Sword Ray, his eyes burning with fighting intent.

Since leaping over the Dragon Gate, his Cultivation Base has grown rapidly, quickly surpassing most of his fellow clan, and now he is the strongest warrior of the Yaksha clan. He hasn't fought heartily for a long time. satisfy.

Hei Xiao stimulated the dragon blood in his body, his eyes were like a pair of golden pupils burning with flames, and golden scales grew on his face, like a shining golden God of War.

He waved the golden trident in his hand, without dodging or evading, standing in front of a group of clansmen, he met this strike in earnest.

Mo Li on the side looked at it and shook his head, but he didn't stay idle, and began to pinch the seal in his hand.