Chapter 3485 You Can't Break the Rules!

"not good!"

Compared to Song He who was thinking wildly, when Ju Que heard the voice coming from his ear, he was shocked, he didn't even know when the other party approached him.

"Want to kill me, dream!"

However, Ju Que has been fighting against strong human beings for many years, and he has long cultivated his fearlessness in the face of danger. Even if the opponent came so strangely, he still made a move to dodge at this moment.

Crack!

However, Ju Que felt a sharp pain in his right shoulder at the next moment when he thought that this movement was so wonderful, and the next scene made him lose his mind.

All human cultivators could see clearly that after a black light flashed just now, Ju Que, the leader of the eighth-rank immortal lord, the strong alien spirit who hid in time, had his right arm removed.

That is to say, although Ju Que dodged extremely quickly, he only avoided his own fatal point, but he still couldn't escape the slash of the black light, even his right arm was cut off.

Every part of the body of a ghost transformed into a human being is as important as a human being. Even if they can be reborn with severed limbs, it will take a tremendous amount of power.

That is to say, Juque, whose right arm was cut off, has lost half of his combat power. In this state, even Song He, the seventh-rank immortal in his heyday, may not be able to win the battle.

"The strange spirit of the eighth-rank immortal is so vulnerable?"

At this moment, the first thought in the minds of some human cultivators is that the giant que is too much, how can the majestic eighth-rank immortal and supernatural powers not be able to dodge even one attack?

"It's not that Ju Que is too weak, but...that lord is too strong!"

Zhao Zhi of the sixth-rank Immortal Venerable heard the murmurs of the team members beside him, and couldn't help but glared at the other party, but when he said the last sentence, he couldn't help but gasped.

Because Zhao Zhi had just seen with his own eyes how the giant tower of the eighth-rank immortal lord Song He was severely injured in one blow.

To say that this strong foreign spirit is an embroidered pillow would be too unreasonable.

In this way, there can only be one explanation, that is, that rough-clothed youth named Xing Chen is far more powerful than Ju Que.

With just one move, this spirit of the eighth-rank immortal was helpless to fight back.

"Damn it, how could he be so strong?"

At this moment, Ju Que selectively ignored the severe pain of his broken arm. Even if the opponent had only made one move so far, he clearly knew that the only thing he had to think about next was how to survive.

However, when a black light flashed again in Ju Que's eyes, he suddenly realized that no matter which direction he took to avoid, he might not escape death, so his heart was ruthless, and he made a decision in an instant.

"Even if you die, you will not feel better!"

After the ruthless thoughts rose in his heart, Ju Que stopped thinking about other things. He knew that he would die today, but if he didn't do something before dying, he would feel even more uncomfortable.

Hoo hoo...

Majestic pulses suddenly emerged from Ju Que's body, and there was an unprecedented disorder, which caused many human cultivators to look frightened, and subconsciously retreated far away.

"My lord, be careful, he's going to blow himself up!"

Song He, who also retreated several miles away, couldn't help shouting a warning, but when he saw that the rough-clothed youth turned his head and smiled at him, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed.

"I can see what I can see, how can that adult not see it?"

This was the source of Song He's embarrassment. He had no power to fight back against Ju Que, and the young man in rough clothes beat Ju Que to no avail. The gap between the two was unimaginable.

Just that smiling look made Song He worry all over, thinking that it was just a self-destruction of an eighth-rank immortal, how could it really hurt that adult, Ju Que was just a whimsy before he died.

What even Song He himself didn't think of was that when the eighth-rank immortal master's foreign spirit powerhouse was so worthless in his eyes, it was all because the rough-clothed youth was too strong!

"Don't waste such a good thing as the Eighth Grade Immortal Venerable Alien Spirit Crystal!"

Yun Xiao, who turned his gaze away, felt the increasingly violent aura on Ju Que, couldn't help but sighed lightly, and then stretched out his right hand, impressively pinching the neck of the eighth-rank immortal and spirit powerhouse .

call……

Just for a moment, the extremely violent aura on Ju Que's body just now subsided in an instant, as if suppressed by a mysterious and powerful force.

A trace of despair flashed in Ju Que's eyes. Only now did he clearly realize that there was no comparison between himself and this young human being in front of him.

It's ridiculous that he still thinks that even if he can't get away, he can drag this human youth on the road together. Now it seems that this is just his own wishful thinking.

As soon as he stretched out his hand, he controlled his disordered pulse, which made Ju Que a little suspicious. This might not be the ninth-grade immortal he thought before, but a demigod, or even a real God emperor strong.

"You...you can't kill me!"

Thinking of a certain possibility, Ju Que's eyes suddenly lit up, and the words he said made De Yunxiao's hand slightly loosen, and also made Ju Que gasp heavily.

"Oh why?"

Yun Xiao is really curious. Under such circumstances, what kind of reason can the other party find to stop his killing intent? How can there be any mercy for humans and spirits?

"You...you are a strong God Emperor, you can't break the rules!"

Under Yun Xiao's expectant gaze, Ju Que made a slightly trembling voice.

As soon as this remark came out, Yun Xiao looked blank, and turned his questioning gaze to Song He who had returned not far from here.

"Zhan Lingyuan still has such rules?"

Yun Xiao asked softly, making Song He's body tremble slightly, but he didn't dare to neglect, and hurried forward a few steps, but the awe in his eyes became more and more intense.

Because Song He heard Ju Que's words clearly, in his heart, he also subconsciously regarded the rough-clothed young man in front of him as a strong God Emperor. For such a strong man, he felt awe from the bottom of his heart.

"My lord, there is such an unwritten rule that the powerhouses of both sides who have reached the level of the God Emperor cannot rampantly massacre the immortal cultivators in Zhan Lingyuan, otherwise there will be some troubles!"

Song He told the truth, in fact, there is no explicit regulation. Compared with the rule that the war spirits cannot have powers above the third-rank God Emperor, it can only be regarded as a tacit understanding between the two sides.

But according to common sense, such unwritten rules are necessary to exist. After all, if the god-emperor powerhouse kills the immortal cultivator, it is as simple as killing chickens and dogs.

Once this is the case, the emperors and powerhouses on both sides will be unscrupulous, which will inevitably lead to a war.

At that time, more and more powerful people will be joined by both humans and foreign spirits, and they will become stronger and stronger. Maybe the war of genocide between the two sides will come early.

Therefore, in Zhan Lingyuan, this unwritten rule is actually followed by many god emperor powerhouses. Even if they make a move, they will definitely not leave a living and catch the opponent.

From this point of view, there is still some tacit understanding between the high-level humans and foreign spirits, and the battle between the god-king powerhouses is not as unscrupulous as the immortals.

"oh!"

Wen Yan Yunxiao pondered for a moment, which made Ju Que happy, secretly thought that if this human being didn't want to cause trouble, maybe he would spare his life, the stronger the opponent, the greater his chance of survival.

"My lord, maybe you can..."

Seeing Yun Xiao pondering, Song He couldn't help but want to say something. After all, he hated this giant que to the bone. If he really let it go, he would be too aggrieved.

It's just that Song He had just said a few words, but was interrupted by a young man in rough clothes who was not far in front of him waving his hand, making him afraid to say any more. If he offends this adult, it will not be worth the candle.

Yun Xiao naturally understood what Song He meant. He was saying that he didn't need to do it himself, but directly handed it over to them, the immortal cultivators, and he took advantage of this hidden rule.

"This... my lord, as long as you let me go, I can guarantee that I will not cause trouble in the oasis camp for a hundred years, but once you insist on going your own way, my spirit clan gods will not let it go!"

Seeing a glimmer of hope, Ju Que strikes while the iron is hot and speaks again.

In these few words, there is both soft and hard. In his opinion, there is such an unwritten rule. This may be a human being who is a god-emperor, and it is very likely that he will really let himself go.

"Sorry, who told you that I am a strong God Emperor?"

Who would have thought that just as Juque's voice fell and hope was rising in his heart, he could hear such a sentence from the mouth of the rough-clothed youth in front of him.

Click!

Just when Juque was in a bad mood and wanted to say something more, he felt a pain in his neck, frightening him out of his wits, and with a thought, he wanted to control his spirit crystal to get out and fly out.

Just twisting the necks of the foreign spirits does not make them die. As long as the spirit crystals are still there, they can be reborn with this, but it takes a lot of strength to re-condense into human bodies.

It's a pity that Yun Xiao could have made such a mistake. After breaking Ju Que's neck, he moved his arm down. Before the other party could make any movement, he had already grabbed the khaki spirit crystal.

Ju Que, like Na Yansong, is an earth-attribute cultivator, and this earth-attribute spirit crystal also exudes an extremely strong and heavy aura, but no matter how hard he struggles, he can't escape Yun Xiao's palm.

puff!

Yun Xiao didn't care about the begging for mercy coming from the spirit crystal, and exerted a little force with his right hand, an invisible force came out from between his eyebrows, followed by a light sound, the spirit crystal, which was still struggling a little, suddenly I can't move.

Song He, who was not far away, felt very clearly that there was only pure energy breath left on the spirit crystal, and there was no spiritual wisdom of foreign spirits left, which made him feel emotional for a while.