Chapter 132

"I can go when I have time."

Tang Tang Zichen: "Young Master always says turn back, always no time."

Jiang Nan: "Yes, you didn't call me."

Tang Tang Zichen: "Smile..."

"Turn back and call Young Master when I have danger."

Jiang Nan: "Okay."

"She also likes you?" Jiang Jiang Luoshen next to him was a bit jealous.

"No, right?" Jiang Nan said. "This is a martial arts obsessed girl, can reach the strength of transcending the mundane in the mundane, amazing, right?"

"I am the worst," Jiang Jiang Luoshen pouted.

"Your realm is not the worst in the group now, after all, your side is spiritual energy recovery, also a cultivation world."

"But in terms of obsession, persistence, intention, experience, actual combat, etc., you are really the worst one," Jiang Nan said.

"No other meaning, just that the world has changed, and there will be various big changes in the future."

"Since you choose this path, you must also work hard, so that you can deal with more."

"I know," Jiang Jiang Luoshen said.

"Are you going?" Jiang Jiang Luoshen looked over.

"Yes," Jiang Nan said. "Cultivate well."

Jiang Nan smiled and stepped into the void and left.

Ten Thousand Blessings Sacred Land, the big city where the stone gambling workshop is located.

A long time has passed, and this side is still under martial law.

Jiang Nan suddenly appeared in the void, white clothes fluttering, meticulous.

The one who changed is the white-clothed youth Xiao Yu.

Thought about it, last time wiping out this son, no one saw it.

Suspected to have a few insects, also destroyed in an instant, even if someone controlled, didn't see the follow-up.

That Saint estimated that he would not publicize it, but would directly send people to hunt him down.

In this case, this time, maybe no one knows this brat is dead.

Use waste.

This brat's identity is there, behind him is an old Saint who protects his shortcomings, many will give face.

Sometimes identity is better than those Saint Sons.

Jiang Nan walked arrogantly, nostrils higher than the sky.

To be honest, this brat is easy to play, looking at everyone unpleasantly, if unpleasant, mess with you, won't suffer a loss at all.

Then the expression solidified.

Special, there is someone in front.

He just appeared and hadn't walked two steps, an old man just walked past in front.

An old man with quite strong strength.

So long has passed, this side is also some distance from the stone gambling workshop, Jiang Nan walked very far with the line character secret before.

Not at the stone gambling workshop side.

Just knowing that side is estimated to be under martial law for a long time, it is not easy to appear afterwards.

So far away, this place is still empty, it looks like a key martial law zone.

Only he is walking so arrogantly, the old man as a Dragon Transformation nine-level master, saw it at a glance.

Snorted coldly, and arrived at Jiang Nan's side.

"Stop." The old man drank lightly.

"I am Xiao Yu, from the Heavenly Gang Sacred Land..." Jiang Nan said calmly, even if it is Dragon Transformation nine-level, he is arrogant and doesn't care at all.

Saying that, he continued to walk over, not stopping at all.

"Xiao Yu? That old Saint of the Heavenly Gang Sacred Land..." The old man's face was even worse, the rumor is that this old fellow struck and took the human-shaped divine medicine.

Maybe everything in the stone gambling workshop was taken by this person casually.

But also heard about that old Saint's short-protecting violent temper, although he was unhappy with this brat whose nostrils were higher than the sky, he didn't strike directly.

"This place is under martial law, why are you still here."

"We have explored many times before, and there is no one."

"Still come with us."

"Saint's means, you are also worthy of knowing." Jiang Nan sneered.

"You..." The old man's face changed again, but he endured it.

A depression piled up in his chest, very uncomfortable, his breath was not smooth.

"Regardless, you can't leave now." The old man snorted.

"Old man." Jiang Nan had already walked past, "Tell you, actually I have been in your granddaughter's room, hehe..."

The old man looked up with a gloomy face, with anger and suspicion, it wouldn't really be, right?

Then gnashing his teeth, "You... dare..."

Before the word dare was finished, close at hand, instant coldness, twisting and not real enough.

He wanted to rise up and counterattack, but found he had no strength.

Chest pierced, pierced by this person, it is an ancient spear, man and weapon combined, pierced the body together.

Impossible, this son has some skills, but the realm is still low, and his eyes are higher than his hands, actually still worse than those Saint Sons.

Impossible to be so strong.

Everything was too late to react, and too late to think more.

In his terror and unwillingness, he couldn't make a sound, and couldn't transmit a signal.

Chest pierced by surprise, then the person was destroyed.

Not even hair left.

At the moment of explosion into ashes, he also saw, a person exactly like him, just looking at him from behind.

Seems to want to compare, is it like?

Everything was too fast, not real enough.

Too like, he suspected he was looking in a mirror.

He is unwilling, he is Dragon Transformation nine-level, one step further, is half-step Great Power level.

Transcend Dragon Transformation's Sendai level.

Placed in the ancient period, when the immortal domain had no problems, Sendai was the beginning of ascension.

Entering this state is a quasi-immortal.

As long as you enter Sendai second secret realm, you can directly ascend to become an immortal.

Now the immortal domain has problems, can't ascend, can't live forever.

Also enough to see Sendai secret realm's extraordinary.

He longs to enter, once entered, status and strength are completely different.

Actually killed in seconds here.

He seems to have discovered a super big secret.

This person appeared here, a stranger.

Maybe it is him, who took everything.

But nothing could be transmitted.

If he had struck directly just now, even if this person was stronger and had more trump cards, he would have transmitted commotion.

He thought it was the white-clothed youth, and didn't strike directly.

Attacked by this person close at hand, no commotion or aura was transmitted.

Estimated no one found it.

Now this person turned into him.

In incomparable unwilling roar, all turned into ashes.

As if nothing happened.

No white-clothed youth, only old man, Dragon Transformation nine-level.