Chapter 4141 The Monster Is Coming

One move knocked out Wang Tianmeng, one of the Eight Vajra of Hongmai!

One move crippled Han Zhen, one of the Eight Vajra of Hongmai!

In the dead silence of heaven and earth, thousands of disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance had already turned into clay sculptures, their bodies were about to be in place, with endless fear and panic on their faces!

How could there be such a newcomer?

How could there be such a monster?

These are the Eight Vajra of Hongmai!

They are not some random people!

They are the senior and elite veteran disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance of the Gods!

But they were suppressed so easily and forcefully!

Why is this happening?

In front of the Nine Rows of Hillside Caves, the disciples who were in the process of nine years of training seemed to be under a spell, with unbelievable, shocking, crazy, suspicious and other extremely complex expressions on their faces.

In their hearts, entering the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance and becoming a disciple of one of them is the biggest dream in the past nine years!

Similarly, these thousands of disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance in front of them are also the existence they have long admired and longed for in their hearts!

Every day and every night they dreamed of surviving the Primordial Heaven Gate and becoming a true Nine Veins disciple.

This also made them infinitely elevate and yearn for the status and identity of the Nine Veins disciples in their hearts.

But today!

Just now!

A group of new disciples who had just arrived at the Ancient Alliance, who were the same as them, or even far inferior to them, actually swept the official disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance with a crushing manner.

Even the famous Eight Vajras of the Hong Veins could not resist a single move!

This had an unimaginable huge impact on these disciples who had endured the Primordial Heaven Gate for nine years!

The Primordial Heaven Gate, nine years of training is really... useful?

Cough cough cough...

A hoarse and violent cough sounded, and Liang Dong, who was the least injured at the moment, helped Han Zhen who fell to the ground, up from the ground, and blood was still flowing from the corner of his mouth.

Liang Dong's face was pale, and he still had a bitter resignation. After helping Han Zhen up, he walked to Wang Tianmeng, who had already fainted, and lifted him up from the ground and carried him on his shoulders.

When the three great Vajras of Hongmai came, they were full of vigor and energy, and they were unrestrained and invincible.

But now, one of them is unconscious, one is seriously injured, and the other is slightly injured.

Carrying Wang Tianmeng, Liang Dong looked at Ye Wuque, who stood with his hands behind his back and looked calm. The bitter expression on his face finally turned into a faint admiration.

"Ye Wuque, we lost to you because we are not as skilled as you. You won fair and square, and let us know what it means to be better than others."

Liang Dong's voice was a little hoarse, but there was no resentment or unwillingness, only sighs.

"But there is still one thing I want to remind you..."

"Although the three of us lost, it doesn't mean anything. The name of 'Eight Great Vajras' looks impressive, but it doesn't count for anything. There are still many people in Hongmai who are stronger than the eight of us. They are real... monsters!"

At this point, Liang Dong seemed to think of something, and a hint of fear appeared in his eyes.

"Those monsters are different from us. Most of them are in seclusion in the inheritance land and have obtained the right to stay. They are not in the Hongmai at all."

"Since this matter has begun, it is destined to have a result, especially the honor and privileges you have obtained, which have affected the interests of too many people."

"The more vigorous and powerful you are, the more the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance will suppress you. This is an unchangeable rule."

"Since the three of us have lost, the next one to attack will no longer be at our level, but a more terrifying existence."

"Ye Wuque, you are very strong, really strong! Strong enough to make us feel suffocated!"

"But you are not really invincible!"

"Next, I hope you will take care of yourself..."

A few words fell from Liang Dong's mouth. After he finished speaking, he took another deep look at Ye Wuque, then turned around, carried Wang Tianmeng, and limped towards the huge light gate with Han Zhen, and soon disappeared in the light gate.

Ye Wuque's face was calm. Liang Dong's words did not make him show any expression, nor did they affect his thoughts.

He still stood with his hands behind his back, still waiting quietly.

Liang Dong was right about one thing, this matter is not over yet.

Thousands of Nine Veins disciples from all directions were staring at Ye Wuque at this moment!

The fear and panic in their eyes were intertwined, but in the end they were replaced by an extreme unwillingness!

"No! We must not let this newcomer be so arrogant! Traditions must not be broken! Newcomers must not shit on the heads of old people!"

A disciple suddenly spoke excitedly, with a look of unwillingness.

"That's right!! So what if the newcomer is so powerful? Although the Eight Vajras of Hongmai are powerful, they are not the top disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance. There are stronger ones!"

"Quick! Go back and call people! Spread the news here back, and ask those brothers and sisters who are stranded in the inheritance place!"

"The rules of the Ancient Alliance cannot be broken, and newcomers should be taught a lesson!"

"Spread the news back!"

...

The dead silent Nine Veins disciples finally became noisy again, vying to speak.

Swish, swish, swish!

The next moment, hundreds of disciples from the Nine Sects of the Ancient Alliance rushed out from the crowd, rushed towards the huge light gate, and disappeared into it.

Obviously, Ye Wuque's suppression of the three great Vajras of Hongmai was not the end, but the beginning of the real storm!

On the city gate.

After taking the healing pill, Mu Daoqi had a short rest. His pale face had regained a bit of color. His breath was no longer weak, but he had recovered some vitality. His injuries had been contained.

"Wow!! These guys really won't cry until they see the coffin! They still haven't given up! They still want to compete with the boss!"

Huang Biluo curled his lips in dissatisfaction.

"Don't underestimate the disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance. This is the young generation of the overlord of the Supreme State. There are countless masters among them!"

"The reason why they lost in the beginning was that they didn't take us seriously at all. They underestimated the benefactor and thought that the benefactor was just a small person who got lucky."

"Now the benefactor has shown his divine power and suppressed the eight great Vajras of Hongmai one after another. In addition, the disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance have spread the news intentionally. The entire Nine Veins will no longer despise the benefactor. The next one who dares to appear must be the real terrible existence among the disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance!"

Mu Daoqi looked solemnly and spoke like this. Obviously, he saw it very thoroughly.

"The real terrifying existence of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance?"

Huang Biluo narrowed her eyes and continued: "That's right! The disciples of the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance have repeatedly mentioned the words 'Land of Inheritance', 'Right of Stay' and 'Real Monster'!"

"It seems that there are a group of disciples in the Nine Veins of the Ancient Alliance who are more powerful than the Eight Vajra of the Hong Vein. These disciples are called 'monsters'. They are not even in their own veins, but stay in the 'Land of Inheritance'!"

Zhu Xiong was stunned and said: "So it means that the next one to appear is very likely to be this kind of monster?"

"Monster? Tsk! Speaking of monsters, who can compare to the boss? The boss is the most terrifying monster in the world!"

Huang Biluo put his hands on his waist and looked very proud.

Mu Daoqi stopped talking, but stared at Ye Wuque's back, with endless confidence in his eyes.

Time passed bit by bit.

Until a certain moment!

Boom! !

The huge, tightly closed light gate once again burst into a blazing light, tearing towards the middle, and then...

Swish, swish, swish!

As if locusts were passing through, figures jumped out one after another, and tens of thousands of disciples rushed out in the blink of an eye!

There were only a few hundred people who went back to pass on the news, but now there are tens of thousands of disciples!

It can be seen that the news of Ye Wuque defeating the three great Vajras of Hongmai has completely swept across the entire Ancient Alliance, forming a huge storm! !

In front of the original heavenly gate, tens of thousands of Ancient Alliance disciples joined again, and the number is still increasing.

"That's Ye Wuque? Defeated the three great Vajras of Hongmai?"

"Is this guy really a newcomer?"

"It's hard to imagine! I finally saw it with my own eyes!"

"This guy doesn't look like he has three heads and six arms! How can he be so powerful?"

...

The new Nine Veins disciples instantly looked at Ye Wuque with a mixture of curiosity, disbelief, and shock in their eyes!

"Here it comes!!"

"Ye Wuque is sure to lose this time!!"

"The real monster...is here!!!"

The next moment, when such an excited roar resounded, the originally noisy Primordial Heaven Gate immediately became quiet.