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Text_Chapter 1945 Thunder and Frogs

"Why?"

Yang Yunfan's curiosity was completely aroused by Yun Shang's words, and he couldn't help but ask: "Why did my father say that? Shouldn't the supreme and powerful man live the same life as the heaven and the earth, and shine with the sun and the moon?"

Hearing that Yang Yunfan was thinking about "Father" just like him, Yun Shang's face turned slightly red with embarrassment, and her eyes looking at Yang Yunfan became much gentler.

At this time, she smiled and said: "This is not difficult to understand. Because, the Lord of the Blood River, he has refined the Netherworld Blood Sea and made it a part of his divine body. The Netherworld Blood Sea will never dry up, and the Lord of the Blood River will never die...

...Although the Demon Killers are extremely arrogant, in my opinion, the strength of the Demon Killers is not as strong as the Lord of the Blood River."

The sea of ​​blood in the underworld never dries up, and the Lord of the blood river never dies!

Hearing this sentence, Yang Yunfan felt cold air rising from the soles of his feet. What a powerful person this was?

No wonder even someone as powerful as Emperor Yu died indirectly in their hands.

Regardless of whether it is the Demon Killer Clan or the Yan Mo Clan, Yang Yunfan is not afraid as long as he does not encounter a powerful divine master.

But just in case, Yang Yunfan needed to ask clearly.

At this time, he turned his head, looked at the golden knight coldly, and said: "You just said that it was an adult from the Yan Mo clan who asked you to do this. What is the name of that adult? Is it a person?

A powerful god?"

"I have no idea."

The leading golden knight shook his head and said: "We have never seen the true appearance of that big shot. He captured the young master of our family and forced us to work for him. As long as we capture enough slaves for him, he will release him.

Pass us. By the way, he seems to be practicing an evil technique that requires the blood of a lot of living people, and seems to be doing some kind of evil ancient sacrifice."

"Sir, please, help us!"

At this time, these golden knights realized that this was a good opportunity.

Maybe Yang Yunfan can help them save his young master from the big shot of the Yan Mo clan.

Plop!

These golden knights got off their mounts one after another, knelt down in front of Yang Yunfan, and said sincerely: "As long as you save our young master, when you return to the clan, our clan leader will definitely be grateful for your kindness!"

"What ethnic group are you from?" Yun Shang looked at this group of people calmly.

They are very tall, very close to the people of the Black Mountain tribe, but they are heavily armored, and there are even spiritual patterns flashing on the armor, which shows that the level of weapon refining is very high, and they should have perfect knowledge inheritance.

At the same time, with the strength of Yun Shang's soul, he could clearly feel that the other party's soul was fluctuating extremely violently. It was obvious that he was emotionally excited, but it didn't look like he was lying. But that's right, the people of the Yan Mo clan are very bloodthirsty and would not treat people from other clans.

He takes it seriously and practices the Law of Destruction. He has a cold heart and likes killing the most.

"We are the Shanwen Clan, living in the terrestrial realm near the Netherworld Sea of ​​Blood. The clan leader sent us to protect the young master and come here to find a lost sacred weapon in the family. But before the sacred weapon was found, we met the Yama

The master of the clan..."

The leading golden knight's tone was sincere, and his words were filled with the tragic emotion of dying before leaving the battlefield.

"I see."

Yang Yunfan nodded, but did not make any promise. He waved his hand and said: "I understand, you can get out."

With that said, Yang Yunfan took Yun Shang, Taoist Priest Yunlong, and a group of people from the Black Mountain tribe and left directly.

A group of golden knights were left looking at each other, and the atmosphere was very strange.

"Boss, that adult just left like that?"

"He asked so many questions just now, I thought he would be willing to help us?"

"Alas... It's over now. In this sterile place, you can't even meet a monk in the Golden Core realm. I finally met an extremely powerful adult, and I thought I could ask for help. Who knows, he

After asking for a long time, he left directly."

The golden knights below all sighed with emotion, shaking their heads and being speechless.

However, the more powerful the monks were, the weirder their tempers became. Yang Yunfan asked them many questions, but he did not promise to help them. They did not even have the right to be angry.

Yang Yunfan didn't kill anyone because they blocked him, so he was already in good temper.

"We can only wait for news from the family. Otherwise, we can only wait here to die. Once the Lord of the Yan Demon Clan collects enough blood, we will be of no use and he will definitely kill us!

"The leading golden knight shook his head, his tone was extremely bleak, and he seemed to have accepted his fate.

After hearing the words of the leading golden knight, the others also shook their heads and said with emotion: "Boss, I think we should find another way. Mr. Patriarch, if you know that it was the Yan Mo clan who captured the young master, he will probably

I will choose to act like I don’t know what to do.”

Their patriarch has more than a dozen sons!

It's not that big of a deal to die.

However, offending people from the Yan Mo clan may bring about the disaster of annihilation.

"Gu!!!"

Suddenly, a thunderous frog cry resounded from the distant valley, sending out a wave of anger that shook the entire grassland.

Immediately, a huge gust of wind pressure swept over from a distance, causing the turf to collapse crazily.

Hearing this thunderous frog cry, all the golden knights looked bitter and secretly screamed: "No, Kintaro-sama is angry. It seems too late today. That big shot of the Yama clan

, they will definitely not give us good fruits to eat. Let’s go quickly, if we don’t leave, several of our brothers will probably die tonight.”

"Crack!"

The other golden knights also had stern looks on their faces, swung their whips fiercely, and shouted to the group of savages behind them: "Let's go! If you don't go, I'll kill you all!"



The other side.

Yang Yunfan led the people from the Black Mountain tribe and slowly advanced towards the valley stone castle.

Because they encountered the Golden Knight on the road, the people of the Black Mountain tribe were filled with gloom, and they no longer had the joy of the past harvest.

Yang Yunfan flew in the sky, side by side with Yun Shang, silent and looking very worried.

Yun Shang silently glanced at the direction in which the golden knights were leaving, and seemed to know what Yang Yunfan was thinking.

She said with a murderous look on her face: "Yang Yunfan, when it gets dark, let's go to that valley and kill that guy from the Yan Mo Clan."

"The people of the Yan Demon Clan are bloodthirsty and cruel, but I have to say that their innate magical powers are very good. It seems that they can engrave the patterns of heaven and earth on their own bones and blood, and the techniques they practice are also unique."

"Unfortunately, the Yan Mo Clan is too far away from the central world of the God Realm of the Heavens, and it is rare to encounter a lone Yan Mo Clan. I have always wanted to capture a Yan Mo Clan to dissect and see. I have never been able to do so.
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