Chapter 2179: The Deterrent Power of the Night of the Gods

"Qing Luo Luo!"

Zeus stared at the cute girl who suddenly appeared, his face extremely gloomy.

Why is she here?

Aren't the Seven Rakshasas staring at their Night of the Gods?

What on earth are they doing!

"Dragon King Netherworld, we haven't seen each other for such a long time, why don't we have a spar."

Qing Luoluo squeezed her two fragrant little jade hands together, making a crunching sound, and walked towards Zeus with an expressionless face.

Seeing this, Zeus immediately raised his palm: "Wait a minute!"

"Um?"

Qing Luoluo was startled.

Everyone in the Rakshasa Sect was also confused.

With Old Xuanwu in front and Qing Luoluo behind, even the sect leader might not be able to bear it, right?

At this moment, two figures suddenly walked up from the crowd behind them. The old man was wearing a white robe, with a ruddy complexion and an immortal air. The young man was carrying a big black pot on his back and threw the pot on the ground.

"Xiao Yi... is it really you who cut off the connection between the Seven Rakshasa and this God?"

When Zeus saw the white-browed old man, he suddenly had an epiphany.

"Don't make trouble, old man. I just think there is pure natural Qi Ling grass here, and it would be best for Xiao Xiu to use it to make soup." Xiao Yi spread his hands casually.

At this time, Xiao Xiu suddenly saw a fresh green grass in the distance. He quickly picked up a small shovel from behind and ran towards the direction of the Qi Ling grass.

The direction he ran in was exactly the direction of Zeus!

Xiao Xiu, who was only in the one-star first-level spiritual realm, ran up to Zeus under the gaze of everyone, then squatted down, carefully shoveled the Qi Ling grass, and finally broke the roots of the Qi Ling grass, indifferently. An expression of emotion instantly appeared on Xie's face: "Wow, Grandpa Xiao Yi, what you said is true, there really is Qiling grass here!"

"..."

Zeus looked directly at the young man who was less than ten meters away. He was silent for a long time and suddenly asked: "Are you... Xiao Xiu?"

"ah?"

Hearing this, Xiao Xiu raised his eyes curiously: "Who are you?"

When their eyes met, Zeus's face suddenly trembled, and he quickly took a few steps back.

"I have drunk Xiao Xiu's soup. King Nether Dragon, if you dare to steal his soup from me, I will kill you!" Qing Luoluo came from behind with a cold face.

She would never allow anyone to get involved in Xiao Xiu's soup.

Xiao Xiu’s soup…

Zeus stared blankly at the big iron pot in the distance, his eyes lowered and silent.

The four masters of the Rakshasa Sect were also confused.

What happened?

What happened to the soup?

…

"Oh, Old Xuanwu, Qing Luoluo, I think you are lucky if I don't meet with you today!"

Zeus raised his eyebrows, and suddenly moved his handprints, and his figure instantly turned into a black wind that rose up and rushed towards the distance.

Wherever the black wind passed, millions of people from the Rakshasa Sect also disappeared.

…

"You just ran away like that?"

Qing Luoluo raised his eyes and looked into the distance, his cute purple eyes full of complex colors.

Should we pursue it or not?

But it’s rare to meet Xiao Xiu, and he also has to make soup...

"so tangled!"

In desperation, Qing Luoluo stomped her feet, causing two rainbow-shaped energy ripples, shocking the Xingchen Pavilion.

Isn't this Night of the Gods too willful?

You can fuck whoever you want?

No wonder Emperor Xuanwu didn't say anything when the Guying Sword slashed the Xingchen Pavilion Temple.

The messy battlefield finally declared peace because of Zeus's withdrawal.

At this time, the miserable scene of corpses everywhere fell into the eyes of everyone in Xingchen Pavilion, which particularly touched the hearts of those who survived.

Only Qing Luoluo, as if nothing was wrong, ran directly to Xiao Xiu, looked directly at him as he put various materials into the iron pot, and then started to light the fire. Qing Luoluo was drooling anxiously. .

"Your Highness Luoluo, Senior Xiao Yi, thank you very much this time."

Emperor Xuanwu came to the two of them and said softly.

"It has nothing to do with me. We are just here to make soup. Who made the Qilin grass at the foot of Xingchen Pavilion grow so well~" Xiao Yi casually sat on a round stone and looked at Xiao Xiu boredly: "Hurry up and boil it. Well, there is a little greedy cat who can’t wait.”

Hearing this, Xiao Xiu remained serious and focused, and said seriously: "She is not a cat, she is a dragon."

"Hey, they're all the same."

…

Emperor Xuanwu looked at the soup in the iron pot with bubbles in his eyes, and his throat rolled imperceptibly.

Now the disciples of Xingchen Pavilion have begun to clean up the mess, but the sight of four people here, surrounding a pot of soup, makes the elders of Xingchen Pavilion dare not come forward to disturb them.

In the direction of the Xumi Temple, the Cat Emperor and Jiang Xiaofan were fighting each other with fists and kicks. Every time they collided, a strong storm would sweep across the desert, making the people in the Xumi Temple frightened.

"Who is that cat? He can actually fight against the Demon Emperor!"

"Shh, she seems to be the cat that came to my temple a hundred thousand years ago..."

"What!"

There were heated discussions among the crowd in the temple, and everyone's eyes were filled with horror.

boom--

Another muffled sound resounded between Jiang Xiaofan and Cat Emperor. Jiang Xiaofan took three steps back to regain his balance, but Cat Emperor took dozens of steps back and almost fell down.

"Wow, you're such a white-faced scholar, you're still very strong after not seeing me for so many years!"

The Cat Emperor swung his fist vigorously, full of fighting spirit.

Seeing her excited look, Jiang Xiaofan shook his head helplessly: "You Night of the Gods are too domineering, you actually want to control the overall situation of Beichen..."

"Why, can't I~"

The Cat Emperor flashed and appeared in front of Jiang Xiaofan again.

Facing the fierce kick coming towards him, Jiang Xiaofan quickly picked up the folding fan in his hand and blocked it in front of him.

Bang!

With a bang, Jiang Xiaofan stepped on the void this time and slid back a distance. When he looked up again, he saw that the figure of the Cat Emperor had disappeared from the spot.

"Still fighting?"

Jiang Xiaofan turned around decisively and punched the Cat Emperor.

The surging energy fluctuations spread again between the two of them, and the Cat Emperor's golden pupils smiled into a gap: "Why not fight, I'm much better than before."

"..."

Jiang Xiaofan looked at the Cat Emperor helplessly, and his eyes swept to the four people of Night of the Gods in the distance, and finally sighed: "Kuang Ye is not dead, do you know?"

! !

At this moment, the eyes of the Cat Emperor trembled suddenly.

Her cold pupils suddenly shrank to the size of a pinhole, and when she looked at Jiang Xiaofan, the smile on her face finally became ferocious.

"This joke is not funny at all."

The violent spiritual power storm began to swirl around the Cat Emperor, and the atmosphere was a little depressing.

"I'm not joking. The evil emperor Bai Chen from the Western Continent, the leader of the Chenyao Sword Sect, is the reincarnation of the Crazy Master!"

"What did you say!"

The Cat Emperor was shocked on the spot, and Lu Tianqi in the distance was also struck by lightning.