Chapter 181
Chapter 181
"According to rumors, at the beginning of the founding of the Three Kingdoms of India, there was an extremely powerful water Jiao used by the royal family."
"The reason why the three countries of India were able to establish a country is because of the incomparably powerful water Jiao."
"It's just that later it was rumored that the water Jiao went crazy."
"In order to prevent a catastrophe, the royal family of the Three Kingdoms of India asked a master to suppress it in the Demon Mountain Range."
"According to what you said, the anaconda that was killed by the ghost talisman trio and half a foot into the ranks of the ancient-level demon beasts is very likely to be the suppressed water python rumored by the royal family of the Three Kingdoms of India!"
Kong was useless and spat out everything he knew.
As soon as these words came out, even Jiang Chen couldn't help but feel ashamed.
It can make a water Jiao that buys one and a half feet into the ranks of ancient level demon beasts for its use.
The royal family of the three countries of India does not seem to be as unbearable as they imagined.
If the half-step ancient-level anaconda that the ghost talisman had just killed was really the protector beast of the royal family of the Three Kingdoms of India.
Doesn't that mean that the ghost talisman three links have also done a good thing.
After all, the situation between the three countries of India and China has long been incompatible.
Now that the three countries of India have less combat power, they will inevitably become more and more overstretched to deal with China.
In this way, it will be easier for China to deal with the three kingdoms of Qiyin.
"I didn't expect that even if the ghost talisman three links were delirious, they still did a good thing."
Jiang Chen gave a thumbs up.
Although now the ghost talisman tee has lost consciousness.
But fortunately, this evil ghost mountain range is located in the three countries of India, and the foundation of the three countries of India is destroyed, isn't this the situation I want to see?
"Jiang Chen Xiaoyou, dare to ask where the ghost talisman three links go?"
After saying everything he knew, Kong Wufu asked Jiang Chen.
The purpose of his coming this time was the same as Jiang Chen's.
All of them are to kill the ghost veins before the ghost talisman trio can find it.
If it is successfully buried in the ghost vein, then it will definitely not be a good thing for Huaxia.
Although the ghost talisman three-way wants to cultivate into a ghost god, at least it will take thousands of years.
After 10,000 years, these older generations have long since died.
It stands to reason that the cultivation of the ghost talisman three-way does not become a ghost or god, and it has nothing to do with them.
But for the sake of the continuation and stability of future generations.
They had to strike and kill the scourge in the cradle in advance.
In this way, the future of the human race will not fall into darkness.
"Please also ask Dean Kong to come with me."
After Jiang Chen pondered for a moment, he determined the direction where the ghost talisman three links left.
Immediately greeted the useless hole.
When Kong Wufu stood side by side with the Holy Fire Vermilion Bird and the Turtle Patriarch.
Jiang Chen waved his hand, and his whole body was full of vitality, wrapping all three of them within his range.
Immediately, his figure flashed, and he exerted the magic power of shrinking the ground into inches.
Heading straight for the depths of the Demon Mountains.
There are two flowers, one on each branch.
At the same time, in the arena of Gangnam.
Gongsun Buyu, who is the grandson of Jiang Chen's disciple, is fighting against a young generation Tianjiao from the top ten sects in Jiangnan.
Don't look at Gongsun Bu Si and his appearance is not good, but his strength is a genuine third realm.
Being able to step into the third realm at a young age is definitely a gift.
"This kid, it's kind of interesting."
On one of the stands in Jiangnan Zhibi, Vice President Xu of Baishan Academy was sitting on a chair.
His eyes fell on Gongsun, who knocked the opponent off the playing field below, silent, with a look of surprise on his face.
He could see at a glance that Gongsun Buyu was practicing Confucian techniques.
And at a young age, his strength has reached the third realm, and he can be described as a leader of the younger generation.
"Go check this little guy's background."
Xu Lang slowly stood up and said to a Confucian master beside him.
The latter was stunned for a moment, then showed a look of understanding, and his figure disappeared in a flash.
At this time, Gongsun Buyu didn't know that he had been targeted by a Confucian bigwig.
"I didn't expect that the ratio of Jiangnan is nothing more than that."
Gongsun Bu, who had experienced a battle, slowly returned to the resting ground.
After stretching a lazy waist, he showed disdain.
Originally, he thought that Jiangnan Zhibi would be a powerful competition, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that.
The younger generation of the top ten sects in the south of the Yangtze River, Tianjiao, and the strongest few people are only on a par with themselves.
Dealing with those few people, Gongsun Buyu has absolute self-confidence.
There is no other reason.
After all, in his hands, there was the treasure that Jiang Chen had given him before.
A folding fan engraved with the word "wa".
Jiang Chen's original words were to say: As long as you encounter something that can't be beaten, you will show this folding fan, and at that time, no one in the entire venue will dare to stand except you.
Jiang Chenzhi had the confidence to say such a thing.
It is because the owner of this folding fan is the first person in contemporary Confucianism.
Confucianism is a strong man in the realm of destiny.
Confucian Yan Shenggong!
Just ask the Confucian Yan Shenggong's and the word folding fan, who in the entire Jiangnan dares not to kneel!
Not long after Gongsun returned to the rest area without saying a word, the young generation Tianjiao who had been defeated by him came to the door.
Not only the young Tianjiao, but also more than a dozen strong men with good strength followed.
The momentum is violent, and at a glance, you can see that it is not a good stubble.
"What are you doing with me?"
Gongsun silently looked at the young Tianjiao who was beaten by himself in front of him and his face was swollen, afraid that even his parents might not be able to recognize him, and his face showed disdain.
"You!"
"You call Gongsun silent, right?"
"Although I don't know who is standing behind you, but if you dare to be disrespectful to me, then you are dead!"
When the young Tianjiao heard this, his eyes suddenly filled with murderous intent.
Countless vitality rose up and down his body, and slowly swept away towards Gongsun Bu with a murderous aura.
In the face of the offensive of this defeated general, Gongsun Buyu did not pay attention to it at all.
With a wave of his hand, a folding fan fell into his hand.
This folding fan is not a Japanese folding fan given by Jiang Chen, but an ordinary folding fan that he carries closely.
Don't look at this folding fan ordinary, but it is more than enough to deal with the young Tianjiao in front of him.
"Get out!"
I only heard Gongsun shouting silently, and with a wave of the folding fan in his hand, a strong wind rolled up in an instant.
The wind swept towards the young Tianjiao, and in an instant, it destroyed all the vitality that it had killed.
Seeing that the wind was about to fall on the young Tianjiao.
The eleven figures behind him flickered in front of him.
In his hands, without exception, he drew his sword out of his sheath.
With the appearance of eleven cold rays, the fierce wind that was originally swept towards the young Tianjiao dissipated without a trace in an instant.
"Good guy, you can't beat me by yourself, so you can find help."
"If you want me to say, you guy is really shameless."
Gongsun silently looked at the eleven masters who made the move, and looked at the young Tianjiao who was hiding behind them, revealing disdain.
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