Chapter 699 Small Role?

The movement here is quite noisy, and there are already many monks coming here.

Master Situ frowned slightly and said solemnly, "Resolve this matter as soon as possible, don't let others be the oriole!"

Leng Ming nodded, stared at the little fat man with a faint gaze, and said slowly: "Junior brother, don't say I don't talk about the same family, I'll give you two paths, you choose!"

"The first way, hand over the Huangquan map and all the treasures in the tomb, I will spare your life! The second way..."

"Don't say it!"

Before Leng Ming finished speaking, he was interrupted by the little fat man.

The little fat man clenched his fists tightly and said word by word, "I will never give you the Huangquan map!"

He took a huge risk and found this with his own abilities, so why leave it to Leng Ming!

"Good, good, good!"

Leng Ming nodded, endless murderous intent emerged in his eyes, and said coldly: "This is the path you chose, don't blame me for being ruthless!"

The little fat man took out the flying sword from the storage bag, his expression was firm, and there was no fear on his face.

Leng Ming's eyes turned, and swept over Su Zimo and the others one by one, a strong mockery flashed in his eyes, and he sneered: "Junior brother, I have to say, you have really grown up, and you actually know how to ask for help, really. Impressed."

"However, these three or two people and how many beasts are your support?"

Hearing the word 'beast', there was a trace of anger and cruelty in the eyes of the monkeys and others.

Linghu had a murderous look on his face, staring at Leng Ming with a bad face, hehe smiled and said: "Xiaozhugan, you'd better run quickly, don't get caught by your tiger master, otherwise... hum!"

Leng Ming chuckled and asked back: "Junior Brother, you wouldn't naively think that with such a few small roles, you can compete with me?"

"Little characters?"

The little fat man also laughed.

There are only nine of them in total, except that the monkey, the tiger, the green, the little fox, and the golden lion are the demon clan, and the remaining four are the minor characters?

He is the true disciple of the Tomb Sect.

Shi Jian is the true disciple of the Puppet Sect.

Lin Xuanji is the descendant of the Xuanji Palace!

Although Su Zimo has no family or faction now, in this ancient battlefield, I am afraid there is no one who dares to say that he is a small character!

Don't say anything else, just the three words 'Su Zimo' are mentioned, I am afraid that a group of people will be scared to death!

"Why, you don't believe it?"

Leng Ming laughed loudly and said, "In that case, before I die, let me introduce to you. The real geniuses on this deserted continent will let you understand!"

"This is Master Situ, the true disciple of the Corpse Refining Sect."

Situ Shi's eyes were cold, looking at Shi Jian's eyes, as if he was looking at a dead man.

Shi Jian whispered: "Give this person to me in a while!"

Lin Xuanji whispered: "Although this person has not cultivated the vision of a golden core, his methods are not weak. The 30-foot-tall corpse behind him has a tendency to evolve into a silver corpse."

The corpses of the Corpse Religion are divided into several levels. The lowest level is the dead corpse, which is the weakest, and will be easily chopped by swords and fire.

Followed by the iron corpse, followed by the bronze corpse.

Normally, the real Jin Dan of the Corpse Refinery Sect controls the bronze corpse.

Above the bronze corpse is the silver corpse!

Leng Ming pointed to another person, and said with a leisurely smile: "This fellow Taoist is one of the nine sects of Xianmen, Nie Hao of the Primordial Sect!"

"Hun Yuanzong?"

Su Zimo murmured softly, recalling a figure like an emperor in his mind.

Hunyuanzong, Emperor Yin!

This person is indeed terrifying, and he is the number one enemy that Su Zimo has encountered since his cultivation!

Lin Xuanji said casually: "This person is Di Yin's junior brother, but he is suppressed by Di Yin's reputation, and he has some means of his own."

Su Zimo knew very little about the arrogant disciples of the various super sects, but Lin Xuanji knew a lot about it.

Su Zimo turned his head and said to Lin Xuanji, "Looking at how easy you said, this person is handed over to you."

"Don't tell me."

Lin Xuanji waved his hand and curled his lips: "I'm not going with you all the way. The benefits of this tomb are all taken away by you. I just drank some soup."

"Young Master Lin, you don't want to run away, do you?"

The little fox wanted to provoke Lin Xuanji, but he didn't want to escape at all.

Lin Xuanji's face didn't even blushed, and he said seriously: "A gentleman will not stand under a dangerous wall, don't worry, I'll be the first to run after the war, and I won't cause trouble for you..."

"This is Xu Cheng, the number one Jindan of the Nine Sects of the Immortal Sect and the Hall of Wind and Thunder!"

Leng Ming's voice sounded again, putting Xu Cheng's introduction at the end.

Hearing this name, there were bursts of exclamations from the crowd watching nearby.

Lin Xuanji's expression became unusually serious, and he said solemnly: "This person is extremely powerful. Legend has it that he cultivated the highest-level inheritance vision of the Hall of Wind and Thunder, and the five thunders destroyed the world!"

Su Zimo's eyes narrowed slightly.

In the last year's Golden Core Vision List, the ninth place was a descendant of the Temple of Wind and Thunder, and the vision of cultivation was the bombardment of four thunders.

Behind this golden core vision, it is also clearly described that the highest level of this golden core is to condense five divine thunders, which has the power to destroy the world!

Four gods of thunder can rank in the top ten of the vision list.

Condensing five divine thunders, how terrifying will this person's combat power be?

I just heard Lin Xuanji continue: "This person's combat power can be ranked in the top five or even the top three in the vision list! He came here this time to compete with Emperor Yin."

Su Zimo nodded.

Lin Xuanji warned again: "Don't underestimate the enemy, although you are a twin vision, but this person's five gods and thunders come at the same time, your twin vision may not be able to compete with it!"

Su Zimo frowned.

So far in his practice, he has never encountered a golden elixir vision that can compete with his twin vision.

At most, he can only stand in a stalemate with one of his visions, and when another vision arises, the opponent will inevitably be defeated, and there is no suspense!

Unexpectedly, before he arrived in Vientiane City, he met such a ruthless character!

Leng Ming looked at the little fat man, and asked with a half-smile, "How about you introduce the helpers you've found, and let us know."

Among the crowds of Corpse Refining Sect, Hunyuan Sect, and Wind and Thunder Hall, there were bursts of light laughter.

Master Situ and Nie Hao looked arrogant.

Xu Cheng carried his hands on his back and looked up at the sky, not bothering to look at Su Zimo and the others.

The current situation is enough to settle without him taking action.

Most of the geniuses of the major super sects know each other. Except for Little Fatty and Shi Jian, who are from the super sect, the other two are extremely unfamiliar.

Either a loose cultivator or a disciple of a small sect, come to join in the fun and gain insight.

Before Lin Xuanji left the tomb, he had already put on his mask, so Situ Shi and the others naturally couldn't recognize it.

The little fat man snorted, pointed to Lin Xuanji beside him, and said, "This is..."

Lin Xuanji hurriedly waved his hand and said with a hilarious smile, "I'm just a small character, you don't need to introduce me, I'll leave in a while, you fight, it's none of my business..."

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The group of repairers burst into laughter.

Leng Ming held back his smile and pointed at the monk in green shirt next to Lin Xuanji. His eyes were full of ridicule. "

Just as the little fat man was about to speak, the blue-shirt cultivator spoke first and said lightly, "My name is Su Zimo."

The laughter in the crowd stopped abruptly!

Like all monks, they were strangled by the throat!