Chapter 392

Castle clough, in the dark basement.

Crobaozhi kneels on one knee, facing a high chair made of gold. On the gold chair, there is a tall figure sitting.

The head is slightly drooping, and the body is a kind of gray silver white, like a tarnished metal.

The hands on the armrest of the chair are not like hands, but rather like tiger claws without hair, slender and sharp.

Above the right ear is a gold Snake Pendant.

The spirit of this life is nearly six feet high, even if it is silent, it also makes people feel oppressive enough.

"Lord kwaz!"

Crobaozhi's voice was full of awe. "I hope Lord kwaz can help the strong enemy that the KrO family has met."

In the basement, there was silence. Under the dim light around, the creatures on the golden throne seemed to wake up gradually.

One of his slender claws moved gently, and then, in the light, his eyes slowly opened.

This is a pair of golden pupils. If the pupil is enlarged, it looks like a wheat field in autumn.

Sacred, great, people can not help but fear the heart.

The creature known as kwaz moves slowly. His behavior is like a rusty iron man, slow and sluggish.

This creature raised his head. He seemed to see the figure entering the castle through the darkness.

"The practitioner of the human race!"

Kwaz spoke, speaking in pure English.

Crobaozhi's body trembled. Although he didn't know what he meant, he looked more dignified.

At this moment, the voice of Sawyer came from crobaoji's ear.

Crobaozhi's body was shaking and steady as he was, and he couldn't help showing his grief at the moment.

Sayer's dead!?

The wizard who has been guarding the crow family for more than 100 years was killed by that Chinese man?

"No!"

Crobaozhi seemed to think of something. He crawled to the ground, "Lord kwaz, my people are still in the castle."

"Lord kwaz, please save my people!"

Crobaozhi's voice was full of sincerity and grief. He never thought that Huaxia would shoot such a strong man.

That young man should be so strong.

There was no emotion in his golden pupil. He just looked in the direction of the castle.

……

Inside the castle, Chen Yi feels that he can easily crack a movable wall, looks at the deep tunnel and walks in slowly.

Under the tunnel, there is a shelter, where nearly 100 people of the crow family and their servants gather together in great anxiety.

The sound of the broken walls filled their hearts like fear.

In their eyes, there are footsteps from far to near.

"Where's the owner?"

"The enemy is coming. Has the guard lost?"

"Damn Huaxia, damn Huaxia people!"

Nearly 100 people were full of fear in the shelter until, in their eyes, Chen Yi walked out of the tunnel.

He quietly looked at the people of the KrO family, eyes indifferent.

Suddenly, there was a gunshot. The bullet stuck in front of Chen Yi. A middle-aged man was holding a pistol and his face was full of fear.

Chen Yi didn't even look at this man. His Shuan pupils were shocked.

Yimu Shentong!

As far as I can see, the green mud grows out of thin air, and the land covered by it is covered with ashes of blood and bone. However, the God thunder of ebony is spreading in this refuge.

Around, panic, fear, and even begging for mercy were heard all the time. Chen Yi seemed to have never heard of it.

He doesn't care whether these people are innocent. If these people are innocent, then Zongshan, the sixth mountain strongman who died in front of him not long ago, can be regarded as innocent?

Are Lu Qingshu and Lu Mingde innocent?

Chen Yi's eyes are indifferent. Since the Crowe family dare to send people to kill people in China, they should have the consciousness to bear the cost.

In a short time, nearly a hundred people in this refuge have been reduced to ashes.

Chen Yi looks at the end of the shelter. A huge gate seems to lead to a deeper place.

In his perception, there is no breath behind the gate, but Chen Yi has an intuition that what exists behind the gate makes him feel palpitating.

Chen Yi didn't move. He looked at the huge gate. Suddenly, his right hand was like a knife, cutting through the air.

The magic power condenses into two fingers, and the half moon golden sword cuts to the huge gate.

The whole body of this huge gate was made by all the people. It was very broad and thick, but under the golden awn, it was cut into a gap.

The sword ran through this huge gate, as if into the deeper darkness.

Suddenly, if you have a claw, you hold the golden sword.In Chen Yi's indifferent eyes, his slender, sharp, pale hand, like a tiger's claw, forcefully pinches the edge of the sword.

As the huge gate opened slowly, crobaoji looked at the empty shelter and uttered an almost heartbreaking cry.

He never thought that Chen Yi would be so cruel and kill all the members of his family.

"Chinese people!"

Standing behind the three meter tall creature, crobaozhi's eyes were cracking, and even tears ran down his cheek.

But Chen Yi didn't pay attention to crobaozhi. He just looked at the three meter tall giant creature.

Chen Yi's eyebrows wrinkled slowly. He looked at kwaz. This creature didn't look like a demon or a monk.

Even he had never seen such an existence.

Kewaz's golden pupil turns gently, his long arm slowly raises, one finger gently points to Chen Yi, and the next moment, there is a golden awn coming across the sky.

Chen Yi was surprised even if he had expected it.

Swallow yuan Jue operation, the air of heaven and earth move.

Mana and the Qi of heaven and earth appear in front of you.

I saw that the green awn ran through the air of heaven and earth easily, fell on the golden body protection mana, delayed for two breath, and then I saw that the body protection mana was broken.

A cave the size of a finger appears. Chen Yi tilts his head to avoid the blow. There is a trace of surprise on his face.

This kind of power is not mana, but it is comparable to his thousands of years of condensed mana.

Since thousands of years ago, he did not know how many years he had not met the pure power of the rising of the immortals and the sitting of the immortals.

Whether it's the power of martial arts in China today, or the power of cultivating Dharma, or the complex power of overseas temples and magic churches, compared with the power of cultivating immortals, it's also like mist, let alone the power of Chen Yi's thousands of years of practice.

This is also the reason why Chen Yi, who was only practicing Qi and inferior, was only equivalent to the true Qi of China, but was able to cross many realms. Even the true king of Wu Dao, he didn't pay attention to it.

But this strange, tall creature, with a random point, has more pure power than the immortal's mana, compared with the mana that he has condensed for thousands of years and broken the shackles again and again.

Chen Yi rebuilt it under the force of natural calamity, but Chen Yi can see that this living creature is not in its heyday.

"The practitioner of the human race!"

All of a sudden, this living creature opens his mouth, and his words make Chen Yi's eyes change again.

"You have great essence in your body. If you submit to me, I can give you eternal life!"

This one opens his mouth, and the golden pupil is above the human race.

Chen Yi's eyes slightly coagulate. He quietly looks at this living creature and opens volumes of ancient books in his mind.

The human race, as it is called, is recorded in the ancient books, only some ancient existence.

Chinese history, up and down five thousand years.

The next five thousand years, three emperors and five emperors, and the last five thousand years, for ancient times.

Its history cannot be studied.

Chen Yi takes a breath when he looks at the creature in front of him. Even though it's hard to imagine, it's incredible. The three meter tall creature in front of him is from ancient times?

"Who are you?" Chen Yi asked questions slowly in Chinese.

As the arms of the living creature fell, his golden eyes looked at Chen Yi and said slowly, "kwaz!"

His syllable is strange. This syllable is not in English, but the voice can be translated into kwaz.

In Chen Yi's meditation, however, kwaz spoke again. This time, he also spoke in the Chinese language of this era.

"On both sides of the river, I have another name, in the language of this era, for..."

"Harvest