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Chapter 567: Three Days Later(1/2)

Just as the many cultivators in Xihai City were trembling under the pressure of the ancient ancestor of the Demon God Clan, a shrill scream pierced the night sky.

"Not me"

"What does Ikawa Jiro do have to do with me, Riya Ozawa?"

Under the night,

The Japanese strong man Ozawa Riya was held tightly by the ancient ancestor of the Demon God Clan.

He struggled violently, his body was filled with spiritual light, but he was still like an ant in front of the ancient ancestor of the Demon God clan.

Not far away,

Lu Yaxi and Anxie, the two powerful men, stared at the ancient ancestor of the Demon God clan, and did not dare to speak out at all.

This is a Mahayana practitioner

Looking at the past and present, they are absolutely powerful.

An era when you can't pass the tribulation realm, it can be said to be invincible

"Where is Ikawa Jiro?"

The ancient ancestor of the Demon God clan's tone is indifferent,

The whole face was shrouded in a layer of black fog, and I couldn't see clearly.

"I don't know that I have nothing to do with Jiro Ikawa at all. He killed Motian. It really has nothing to do with me."

Ozawa Riya was almost scared

Lin Feng was scolded to death in his heart

He felt that he might as well find a blame.

"It's okay, you dare to say that you have nothing to do with Jiro Ikawa"

The ancient ancestor of the Demon God Clan sneered and said:

"During this period, you are slapped by Jiro Ikawa every day.

In your Japan, if Jiro Ikawa had not had a much higher status than you, you would have accepted it so much.”

"I"

Riya Ozawa was about to explain,

And just then,

He suddenly felt the blood in his body boiling, as if it was about to explode.

This is the secret technique of the Demon God Clan and the Blood Explosion Technique

"Forgive me, I really have nothing to do with me."

Ozawa Riya screamed.

The next moment.

The blood vessels in his body exploded and turned into a bloody man. They quickly fell from the sky to the ground and died tragically on the spot.

Seeing this scene,

The entire Xihai City is in absolute silence

Many cultivators were silent and did not dare to make any noise.

Too scary

Who would have thought that in this short period of time, Motian and Ozawa both died

At this time,

The ancient ancestor of the Demon God Clan in the night sky suddenly said indifferently:

"I am the father of the Demon Heaven. If I can provide me with information about Jiro Ikawa, I will give him the supreme opportunity."

As soon as this is said,

Everyone in Xihai City was excited

The opportunity mentioned by a Mahayana practitioner is absolutely precious

In the world of cultivation,

The most undesirable person is the one who licks blood from the knife

For a moment, countless figures moved, walking in the streets and alleys of Nishihai Castle, trying to find Jiro Ikawa.

Time passes by rapidly.

Three days passed in the blink of an eye

Within these three days,

Lin Feng took Li Xiaoke and didn't go anywhere.

I have been staying in the hotel and using my big hands to help Li Xiaokeyun nourish her body.

He found that Xiaoke is practicing a secret technique called the Jade Girl Heart Sutra.

This secret method perfectly matches Xiaoke's flawless pure Yin body, and with the cultivation of Lingyun Pavilion at all costs, Xiaoke has entered the Golden Pill stage in a short time

at this time,

The sky is about to dawn, and the dawn is rising outside

Lin Feng took his hand off Li Xiaoke's body with a long breath and said:

"Okay, the muscles, bones and blood in your body have been tempered by me with spiritual energy. How do you feel now?"

"Anyway, it's very comfortable, like three years old constipation, and I'm open the valve all at once."

Li Xiaoke was sweating and said with a rosy face. "Of course, you have been practicing for too short. You have changed from an ordinary person to a Jindan stage practitioner in a short period of time. This is a big hidden danger. Your muscles, bones, blood and blood are full of impurities, and the foundation is also unstable."

"Although you are in the Golden Elixir Stage, your combat power may not be as good as the Foundation Establishment Stage. But after my nourishment, it has helped you to be reborn."

Lin Feng also wiped the sweat beads on his forehead.

Obviously,

Helping Li Xiaokeyun nourish his body is also very stressful for him

"Brother Lin, thank you for being so nice to me."

Li Xiaoke looked at Lin Feng with beautiful eyes admiringly.

"In my eyes, you are my sister and brother, right? Isn't it okay for you to be nice to your sister?"

Lin Feng said with a smile.

"Is it just a sister?"

Li Xiaoke asked in a low voice.

Lin Feng is unwilling to get too entangled on this topic.

He got up and walked to the window, looked down at the traffic in Xihai City, and murmured:

"Three days have arrived, and the trial of the Demon Tower will also be launched. I don't know what the situation is now outside."

"Xiaoke, I'll go to the Demon Tower Trial. You'll stay here during this period and practice hard."

Lin Feng turned around and looked at Li Xiaoke.

Jiro Ikawa disappeared with Xiaoke, so once Xiaoke goes out, it will inevitably attract people's attention and cause trouble.

"Well, I'm here, I won't go anywhere."

Li Xiaoke nodded obediently.

In the center of Xihai City,

There is a huge square with an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of square meters.

Above the square,

There are dozens of huge statues standing.

The statue is lifelike and looks different.

It is said that these statues are heroes of the Demon Gods who died in the ancient catastrophe. They turned into statues before they died, in order to protect the Demon Gods after their death.

certainly,

This is a legend after all, no one knows if it is true

And at this moment.

In Xihai Square, there are already crowds of people.

Countless cultivators were crowded together, their eyes staring at a man in black at the front in awe.

The man in black is burly and has a torch-like look, giving people a sense of oppression without anger
To be continued...
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