Chapter 1503： The king does not see the king

"Little fairy? Where am I young? You look down on me?"

Bai Zhixi clenched her pink fist tightly and gestured towards the Qingluan disciple twice.

"Oh? Why is it over?"

Feng Ruge frowned tightly, as if a little surprised.

On the top of the mountain, she could smell a faint scent of blood.

Obviously, the Qingluan Academy yesterday will not be too calm.

"A few fairies also came to participate in the Kyushu Holy Conference? Why don't I take the fairies around Qingluan Academy?"

"No need, tell your ancestors to pick up a few decent spirit treasures and hand them over, and we'll leave."

Bai Zhixi waved his hand impatiently, originally thinking that he could pretend to be a force at the Kyushu Holy Festival.

These people from the lower realms are really weak and pitiful.

So far, she has not even met a Tianjiao who has understood the rules of Taoism.

Even in the face of the Holy Land powerhouse, with the strength of the three sisters, there is no pressure at all.

If you can't beat it, just run.

One has comprehended the rules of space, the other has been studying Gou Dao for more than ten years, and the other is an ancestral dragon.

"What... what? Offer a spiritual treasure?"

A group of Qingluan disciples looked at each other in dismay, and they were a little too late to react.

"What? You haven't even heard of my name, the White King, have you?"

Bai Zhixi smiled grimly, revealing two sharp tiger teeth.

"King White?"

The disciples frowned and pondered, only to see that the leading disciple seemed to have thought of something, "Three fairies, donate spiritual treasures, King White...!!!"

"You...you guys are the most notorious Didi generation fighting trio in Kyushu recently?!"

"Hey, since you know the name of the White King, don't hurry up!"

Bai Zhixi folded her arms with her hands, with an expression on her face.

"Maye!! Ancestor!! The three witches are here!!"

Suddenly, in the Qingluan Academy, there were exclamations.

I saw a terrifying figure walking out of the hall, looking at the three of Bai Zhixi in horror.

Among them, Palace Master Qingluan was even more grief-stricken, his hands clenched tightly, obviously on the verge of eruption.

Are you interested?

Just follow my Qingluan Academy and it's not over, right?

"Three, I, Qingluan Academy, do not welcome you, you'd better leave quickly."

"We are not welcome? Do I use your welcome?"

In terms of lip service, Bai Zhixi is not targeting anyone, no one in Kyushu can match her.

"You!! Humph! If you don't leave, don't blame me for being rude."

"Oh? Then you're welcome to show it to me. I'm afraid you old man doesn't know how powerful our three sisters are. You don't want it in Qingluan Academy, do you? Huahua, give it to me and swallow him!"

With a wave of Bai Zhixi's hand, Hua Hua immediately rolled her eyes at her.

But in the final analysis, her identity is only the son's favorite slave.

As for the two in front of him, the maids of the son, Hua Hua was obviously lower in psychological status.

"Roar!"

The harsh dragon roar immediately resounded through the sky, shocking Cangyu.

Everyone only felt that a vast dragon might swept across the world, almost shattering the hearts of those **** emperors and **** marquis disciples.

Immediately afterwards, Hua Huayu opened her mouth slightly, and directly swallowed a Lingfeng in the distance.

After this operation, let alone, Palace Master Qingluan's face really turned pale.

Dragon! ! True dragon! !

Such fierceness is ten thousand times more terrifying than all the big monsters he has ever seen.

The spirits of the upper realm! !

In an instant, Palace Master Qingluan saw cold sweat on his head.

No wonder, these three witches traverse Kyushu, oppressing countless sects, but no one dares to resist.

It turned out that they had an upper bound background.

Moreover, only one of them has the real dragon and holy prestige, and the remaining two women, what kind of terrifying existence?

Right now, it seems that this dragon is obviously under the orders of the white-furred girl. Does it mean that her bloodline may...

sizzle!

"quick!!"

Palace Master Qingluan roared angrily, and the disciples of the academy immediately waited in earnest, offering up the Spirit Treasure Magic Formation, wanting to meet the enemy.

However, at this moment, Palace Master Qingluan slapped the disciple in front of him with a slap in the face, "Go and fetch the sacred artifact from my school!!"

"This…"

Hearing this, a sluggish look appeared on the faces of the disciples, but they were relieved in their hearts.

This demonic dragon swallowed the mountain of spirit in one bite. With these mortal bodies, I'm afraid they wouldn't even be able to stuff her teeth into it?

This kind of shock has transcended the realm of cultivation, and it is completely a kind of blood suppression!

Soon, when there were bursts of hurried footsteps in the distance, I saw several disciples carrying an ancient cauldron to the front of the three Bai Zhixi, and carefully placed it on the ground.

"Three fairies, this cauldron is something that I have inherited from Qingluan. It is called Zhenhai cauldron, a holy artifact. I hope the fairies will accept it."

Qingluan Academy nodded and bowed, wishing the three girls took the holy artifact and left quickly.

"Just want to send us with a holy weapon?"

Bai Zhixi snorted coldly, but saw Feng Ruge shaking her head slightly, "Palace Master, what happened to Qingluan Mountain yesterday?"

"Hey, that's a long story, anyway... it's complicated and unfortunate."

As soon as Palace Master Qingluan finished speaking, he saw the void in the distance, and there was another sound of breaking wind.

Everyone's faces were slightly stunned, but when they turned to look, they saw a figure shrouded in black armor coming from the sky.

The demonic energy in that body is earth-shattering, stirring up the situation for thousands of miles.

Even the three girls of Feng Ruge had a look of shock in their eyes.

"What a terrifying magic!"

Palace Master Qingluan's face was pale, as if 10,000 horses were galloping past in his heart.

"Um?"

Above the void, Hei Batian stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes swept across the crowd indifferently, and finally stopped on Feng Ruge and the others.

"Who is the strongest in Kyushu?"

"The strongest in Kyushu?"

Palace Master Qingluan frowned and seemed a little puzzled, "This son, may I ask who you are..."

"Black Demons, Hei Batian! Tell me, who is the strongest in Kyushu?"

"Black Demon Race!!"

Everyone's faces were startled, and there was fear in their eyes.

Among the three **** races, the most powerful and mysterious is the black demon clan.

It is said that this clan sacrificed tens of thousands of people in blood in order to compete with the world master.

Although in the end, the Black Demon was defeated, and the people of the later generations were suppressed in this Necronomicon, but... even the Green Ghost and the Blood Feather did not dare to compete with them at all.

"Say!!"

With a wave of Hei Batian's palm, it turned into a spiritual seal out of thin air, and directly captured one of the elders of the noble realm in front of him.

"The strongest in Kyushu... the strongest is... Ling Xiao!! It's Young Master Ling Xiao!!"

"Um?"

Hearing this, Feng Ruge's three women's faces were stunned, and murderous intent loomed between their brows.

This academy elder is leading the battle.

"Ling Xiao?"

Hei Batian nodded slightly and threw the old man aside, then turned to look at Feng Ruge and the others, "You three, would you like to follow me?"

"Follow you? Are you worthy of being ugly?"

Bai Zhixi smiled disdainfully, but at the moment when her voice fell, she saw a palm print that covered the sky rolling down from the sky, covering the figures of the three women.