Nine Hundred and Sixty-Eight. Great Ape King

Yan Zhaoge laughed at himself that there are no tigers in the mountains, and monkeys are called kings.

But in fact, there may be no tigers in the Southern Yantian Realm right now, but there are still ferocious beasts everywhere. It is far from a monkey that can dominate.

If there is really a monkey running rampant here, it is an extremely terrifying Great Ape King.

As a result, the southern Yantian Realm warriors in the Mianshan Mountains suffered tragedies.

By the time Fengyi Mountain Wutong slope received the news, Yan Zhaoge had already made his way out of Mianshan.

The flames were raging, and a huge fire phoenix spread its wings and flew high, quickly flying over the land of Yantian Realm in the south.

Surrounded by flames, there is a huge flying Shenzhou, riding the nine-day long wind, breaking through the sea of ​​clouds for thousands of miles.

At this moment, a group of warriors from Fengyi Mountain Wutongpo, headed by a middle-aged man, all looked dignified on this boat owned by the Southern Supreme.

Most of the local people in Mianshan don't know about it, but the people in Wutongpo know one thing.

A group of fellow members of my family got clues to find a mysterious cave, and the clues finally pointed to the Mianshan Mountains.

Among them, there is Zhuang Zhaohui, the son of the Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen, the most outstanding young generation in the Southern Yantian Realm.

When Ben came to the door, there was no treasure to enter, so that Zhuang Zhaohui and others could only sigh with hope.

But who knew that they got the key suddenly, Zhuang Zhaohui and his party were overjoyed, and when they entered Zongyuan Guandong Mansion, some people were left to guard the entrance, and they also sent people back to the mountain to report.

Who knows, but there is no more news.

Reminiscent of Yan Zhaoge's sudden and bizarre appearance in the Mianshan area, everyone in Wutongpo immediately had an ominous premonition.

The middle-aged man's face sank like water, and he didn't say a word.

This gentleman's surname is Peng, first name is He, Wu Sheng Jiuzhong, a top powerhouse in the later stage of Xianqiao.

Known as "King Yi", he is the same junior brother of the Southern Supreme Zhuang Shen, who is inherited from Wutongpo, and is the top player under Zhuang Shen.

In the lineage of Wutongpo, apart from the Supreme Martial Saint Zhuangshen who is a human being, there are not a few other masters, and Peng He is one of the best.

On the boundary of Yantian Realm in the south, even if the background of Wutong Slope is not counted, Peng He himself is one of the top existences besides the supreme one based on his personal strength.

From the perspective of the entire upper world, he is also a strong man who has been famous for many years.

It is worth mentioning that Peng He's daughter was married to Zhuang Zhaohui.

A martial artist from Wutongpo behind him said in a low voice: "Master, at the entrance of the cave, several corpses from the same sect were found, but none of them belonged to Senior Brother Zhuang or Uncle Wang."

"The entrance to the cave has disappeared. It is difficult for us to go in and find it. We cannot determine the whereabouts of Senior Brother Zhuang and Senior Uncle Wang."

Peng He didn't say anything when he heard the words.

No body was found, which may indicate that Zhuang Zhaohui has not died yet, and there is still a possibility of survival.

But Peng He already had a bad premonition in his heart.

At his current state, this premonition is often not groundless.

"If you find that Yan Zhaoge, if you want to live, you must not let him escape back to the Southeast Yangtian Realm." Peng He said slowly.

Thinking of Yan Zhaoge's name, Peng He suddenly felt his temples throbbing.

This young man who has risen for less than ten years is hated by everyone in the Southern Yantian Realm.

He has outstanding talent and extraordinary strength, but after all, his cultivation level is still low, so he is nothing to be afraid of. However, he has great opportunities and has many powerful treasures with him.

This is the mainstream view of Yan Zhaoge by southern Yantian realm warriors.

Although most of the people here think that Yanzhao Song has a good name, mainly relying on the protection of Miaofei Peak and Jinting Mountain, he can run freely.

But their hatred for Yan Zhaoge is no less than that of Jinting Mountain.

But at this moment, Yan Zhaoge actually dared to step on the ground in the south. As the lord of the south, how could Wutongpo hold back?

"Are you sure there are no other Southeast warriors besides the little thief named Yan?" Peng He pondered for a moment, and then confirmed to the accompanying people again: "The old man means that in the Southeast Yangtian Realm, at least the Eighth Level of Martial Saint, Xianqiao A strong man in the mid-term realm."

The person next to him replied: "I can't be sure that there is no

But there was indeed only a trace of Yan Zhaoge. "

After getting a negative answer, Peng He fell into silence again.

Someone next to him said: "Uncle Peng, this time you personally go out to deal with a Martial Saint, you will definitely be able to catch it."

Unexpectedly, Peng He shook his head: "I'm afraid, it's not that simple."

The other warriors of Wutongpo sect were all stunned.

"Let's not say that Zhaohui has already boarded the Immortal Bridge, even if he is young and vigorous, and his actions are not stable, besides mistakes, there is still Wang Shidi." Peng He's tone showed a bit dignified: "Wang Shidi is the eighth-fold martial sage. In the middle stage of the bridge, even he has no news, this is absolutely abnormal!"

Everyone around him heard the words, and their faces showed contemplative expressions.

Although they are still not sure that Zhuang Zhaohui and Zhuang Zhaohui are dead, it is clear that the situation is not optimistic.

Someone muttered to himself: "There used to be rumors in the Southeast Yangtian Realm that Yan Zhaoge, seeing the realm of the Divine Martial Saint, single-handedly defeated a strong man in the eighth level of the Martial Saint Realm, and chased him all the way from the south of the Southeast Yangtian Realm Huangjiahai to the west. , Could it be that it is really not possible?"

The people on the boat of Riding the Wind fell into silence.

"Guan Lide, who was in the Ninth Level of Martial Saint, fell at the foot of Guangcheng Mountain." After a while, someone broke the silence: "Everyone guessed that it was because of the Immortal Armament, but now it seems that it is not that simple..."

The people next to him retorted: "If it's not the immortal soldiers, then Guangcheng Mountain has treasures like the seal of the sun and the crown of the sun, but without the martial saints of Xianqiao, it is impossible to activate the full power of the high-grade holy soldiers. Kill Guan Lide? Not to mention, the people who besieged Guangcheng Mountain at that time were not only Guan Lide, but also other immortal bridge martial saints."

Although it feels that people who do not even have the cultivation base of the Xianqiao Martial Saint can activate the Immortal Armament and it is inconceivable, but the Immortal Armament is mysterious after all, it is difficult to speculate, and it may have special magical effects.

The other party said faintly: "At least right now, in Mianshan, there are already two seventh-level martial sages, warriors in the early stage of Xianqiao, who died in that Yanzhao singer."

"Those two, you and I have known each other before. Although they are not comparable to the inheritance of our sect, they are not unworthy people."

"However, judging from the on-site environment, the two sides played against each other very quickly, so it can be said that there is no suspense!"

Those who refuted before did not speak anymore.

At any time, the actual record is the most convincing.

Reminiscent of Zhuang Zhaohui and the others who had not been heard from, the faces of all Wutongpo warriors present all changed color slightly.

There are various indications that the target they are chasing at the moment must not be measured by ordinary gods and warriors.

Even people like Zhuang Zhaohui, Long Hanhua, Zeng Mo and even Fu Ting, whose strength when they met Shen Wusheng, were not enough to describe the horror of this opponent.

You can't continue to look down on Yan Zhaoge with your old eyes.

Otherwise, the one who suffers is likely to be yourself!

Peng He didn't speak, but kept his eyes fixed on the front, urging the boat to ride the wind, and under the sweeping fire and phoenix, he quickly went north to pursue it.

At this time, he suddenly changed his expression and told Chengfeng Tianzhou to stop.

A figure of a man appeared in the distance, dressed in an apricot-yellow Taoist robe, with a thin figure.

"Taoist Qianlan?" Peng He recognized him.

One of the five emperors, the direct disciple of Emperor Qianyuan!

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