Chapter 454: True Moon: Where Did This Garbage Come From?

"Master, Shinichi found the fruit." Shinichi ran with a red face, holding two fruits with a black knife on his back.

Hei Di Zhenyue was in contemplation, then opened his eyes and saw his disciple running, with a smile on his face, "Shinichi, practice hard, don't be distracted."

"Got it, teacher." Shinichi stretched out his hand, "Master, I'll give you the big one, I'll just eat the small one."

For Shinichi, following the master to practice outside, although it is very tiring, it is very happy. This is a happiness that he has never felt before.

He hopes to be with the master all the time, and wherever the master goes, he will follow him.

Zhenyue touched the little head of the disciple, "You have to practice hard, otherwise, even if you find fruit for the master every day, the master will not be happy."

"Well, don't worry, Master, Shinichi will definitely practice hard." Shinichi nodded heavily, with a bright and tender smile on his face.

Suddenly, Shinichi opened his eyes wide, raised his hand, and said in surprise, "Master, someone has appeared there."

Zhenyue looked over, her brows were slightly wrinkled, and she saw a group of people wrapped in the shield in the void in the distance, slowly falling.

Some time ago, this gap had already appeared. At that time, he thought what the situation was, but after that, there was no movement, so he didn't take it to heart.

But now, someone came out of it, which made him vigilant.

"Shinichi, come behind me." Zhenyue said, he felt that the visitor was not good and had an inexplicable feeling.

"Yes, master." Shinichi hid behind the master, but Yuanyuan's big eyes kept secretly watching the situation in the distance.

"Senior Brother Song, this is the land of the ancestors, and there are two natives there." In the shield, a disciple was surprised when he saw two figures standing on the top of the waterfall in the distance.

This is the first time he has come to the land of the ancestors, and it is also the first time he has seen the indigenous people, so he is curious, and at the same time has a feeling of being aloof.

According to the records of the sect, the powerhouses in the ancestral land are very rare, and they usually live in seclusion somewhere.

And when the sect army arrives, even the strong ones will be nothing.

"It's kind of weird.

Zhen Yue frowned, slightly puzzled, as if she couldn't see through these people.

"Master, what's so strange?" Shinichi asked.

Zhenyue, "Shinichi, their breath is very strange, the power contained in their bodies is not the power we need for cultivation."

At this moment, the shield fell, and the people inside came towards the Black Emperor True Moon.

"Indigenous people, don't kneel down to greet us when you see us coming." Brother Song's eyes were like eagles, and he was holding a crimson broadsword in his arms. The surrounding temperature became hot.

"Who are you?" Hei Di Zhenyue asked, but his eyes were fixed on Senior Brother Song.

"Hmph, you natives are really ignorant. We are disciples of the Thirty-Three Days of Xuanwu Palace, and I am a true disciple of the sect, Song Tiandao." Song Tiandao squinted and stared at the other party. For him, These natives, like ants, are not worth mentioning.

Neither side can see through the other's cultivation, because the strength of cultivation is different, and it is difficult to check the realm.

"Hehe, these two natives are funny. Seeing Senior Brother Song, there is no fear. Could it be that they don't know what Senior Brother Song is?"

"I can't blame them. How can these natives know that Senior Brother Song is a true disciple of the sect, with high authority and strong cultivation. They are all dead, and these two natives are still calm, that's because they don't know who we are."

The disciples who came were talking to each other. For them, these natives were really not very good.

According to the records of the sect, the natives of the ancestral land are sluggish, ignorant, and have low cultivation.

Anything from the sect, if taken out, will arouse the curiosity of these indigenous people.

And ten thousand years ago, the sect came once. Although there were strong people in the indigenous people, they were finally suppressed by the elders of the sect.

"The Thirty-Three Palaces of Xuanwu?" Hei Di Zhenyue was puzzled. He had never heard of this sect. At the same time, he found that these people were very strange, as if they were not from this world.

But all this is irrelevant.

"Did you use a knife?" Zhen Yue looked at Song Tiandao and asked.

Song Tiandao was stunned for a moment, then looked at the black knife in the opponent's hand, and suddenly laughed, "That's right, what? Do you want to use the tattered black knife in your hand to have a fight with me?"

At this time, Black Emperor Zhenyue closed his eyes, and when he opened them, a vast sword intent erupted.

"Use a knife, then see if you are qualified to use a knife." In an instant, Zhen Yue lowered the tip of the knife, and the black man's knife radiated light.

"Hahaha!"

At this moment, the descending disciples laughed loudly. They seemed to have heard a big joke. They did not expect this native to say this to Senior Brother Song.

This is Senior Brother Song, the true disciple of the sect, and his strength has reached the realm of refining gods, which is enough to disdain the masses.

And they are only inner disciples, and their strength is only for refining Qi.

"Hahaha, it's funny, it's funny, I didn't expect it to be like what the sect said, the indigenous people are really so stupid." Song Tiandao laughed, and the long sword was unsheathed.

Immediately, when the long knife was unsheathed, the sky turned red, as if it had been burned by the flames.

"This is Senior Brother Song's low-grade spiritual tool, the Chi Yan Saber. It is rumored that it is a martial artifact refining elder who gathered the flames of heaven and earth and forged it. When it is used, it is enough to burn 300 miles. It is powerful and self-contained as a sword spirit. ."

The brothers and sisters are very envious of Senior Brother Song's spiritual tool, but their strength is not in place, and they have no connection with these spiritual tools.

"Indigenous, you can make a move, otherwise, you will have no chance." Song Tiandao said, with a spiritual weapon in his hand, his strength will be even higher.

For these natives, he did not take it to heart.

"Blackness!"

Zhenyue snorted softly, and the black knife in her hand slashed across the heavens and the earth, and then suddenly sheathed.

"What? Aboriginal, are you kidding me?" Song Tiandao was furious, but suddenly his voice stopped abruptly.

The disciples who came around didn't know what happened, so they couldn't help laughing.

"This native is really funny, what does it mean to cut a knife?"

"Hahaha, there is no movement, and there is no fluctuation of mana. When the senior brother takes action, that scene is incredible."

Sudden!

Click!

The Scarlet Flame Saber in Song Tiandao's hand shattered, and Song Tiandao standing there, his body split into two halves with a puff, blood spurted out, and finally fell to the ground.

"What is the situation, how can this person be so weak?" Hei Di Zhenyue wondered in his heart.

And those disciples who came, saw this situation, they were stunned, "Master...Senior brother."

They didn't expect the senior brother to be divided into two halves.

Immediately, everyone reacted, and some people screamed. Some disciples took out jade cards, injected mana in a panic, and contacted the deacon.

"Help, help, Senior Brother Song is dead, these natives are too terrifying."

"Come and save us, we have to go back, the natives here are so cruel, we have no idea what happened."

Panic screams resounded.

Shinichi didn't dare to look at the situation ahead, "Master, what happened to them?"

"Too weak, not worthy of using a knife at all." Zhen Yue said disdainfully, any person who uses a knife, no matter if he has hatred or not, will challenge the opponent and use the black knife in his hand to prove whether the opponent is qualified to use a knife.

But unfortunately, the person just now has no qualifications at all.

"Black Intent" was one of the moves he had learned during this period of time. Based on the black sword, a single slash was enough to destroy everything, and he practiced so hard to challenge Lin Fan.

"Come on, we have come to the place where the aboriginal powerhouses are secluded, and leave here quickly. Only the elders of the sect can kill this kind of indigenous people."

The group of disciples panicked, and they remembered that this might be the indigenous strongman that the sect called.

At the same time, they are also very regretful, how could they come to such places.

But there is no other way but to flee quickly. If you continue to stay, the consequences will be disastrous.

"It's not the people here, then it's a different kind. The indigenous people are very uncomfortable." In Zhenyue's eyes, there was a flash of sword intent, and suddenly, the void shook slightly.

And those disciples only felt as if they were locked by something.

"Run for your life, this native is a cultivator at the peak of Refining God and Void, and we are not opponents at all."

But when it comes out.

For these disciples, the body seemed to be torn apart by something sharp, instantly turned into flesh and blood, and collapsed to the ground.

Even if they were wearing cassocks and treasures, they would be hard to resist, and they would all be broken.

After taking care of these strange guys, Mayuki turned around and left.

Shinichi followed behind, chasing, shouting, "Master, wait for me."

Unknown world.

The deacon's expression was sluggish, and he didn't know how many jade cards this was already asking for help.

"Where did they go, the ancestral land, even if there are strong people, there can't be so many."

"No, in this case, hurry up and report to the elders."

He found that things had changed a bit.

A large number of disciples descended, but they kept asking for help and the jade plaques came, which meant that something had happened in this ancestral land.

The inner disciples couldn't support it at all, so they could only let the stronger disciples enter the land of the ancestors to see what was going on.

PS: I drank too much, I reluctantly updated one, but I couldn’t stand it. I typed on the keyboard and drifted away. I’ll make up the chapter tomorrow. I’ll eat some chicken first. I have to relax and then go to sleep. Everyone loves me so much, and they will definitely understand. I love you guys, oh well.