The assassin came and disappeared quickly, and did not show up at all, but instead used a long-distance sword strike.

Chen Yang was surprised by the other party's hidden skills. You know, he is a sixth-grade Taoist ancestor, but he was unable to capture where the other party was hiding.

He stood in the street, holding his broken arm, with a cold expression, and the people around him were so scared that they were far away from him.

And just after he was quiet for about ten breaths, two rays of light came to the distance.

They are two people wearing black cloaks and wearing masks.

It is impossible to see clearly whether these two people are male or female. Moreover, the mask has strange energy fluctuations, and the divine consciousness cannot see through it, even the other party's cultivation level cannot see through it.

"Are you assassinated?" One of them spoke, but his voice had a very strong nasal sound, which could not tell whether it was a man or a woman.

Chen Yang looked at the two of them with his neck tilted, "Is there anything wrong?"

"The dungeon does not allow anyone to fight. If you are assassinated, our dungeon will not sit idly by. Please follow us to register. After we understand the details, we will find the assassin."

"No need." Chen Yang waved his hand, then turned around and left.

The two men in black robe did not speak anymore, but turned around at the same time and took a step away.

After a while, Chen Yang returned to the Dingcheng.

In a dark secret room in the dungeon, a man in a black robe, who was also wearing a mask, was looking at the scene of the dungeon through a mirror.

This mirror maps everything in the entire dungeon and sees it in a real way.

Not far from the man in black robe, there was a man with long hair. The man's long hair covered half of his face, and his other half was pale like a zombie.

"He is not a second-grade, he is at least the top three, or even the fourth-grade strength." As the pale man spoke, he also moved a new arm that had just grown.

"Do you confirm that he is the emperor of the Chinese dynasty?" the man in black robe asked coldly.

"It should be no mistake. This person has been with the five hundred demon ancestors before, and he left the city when he was about to arrive at Saint City. Moreover, those demon ancestors were uncommonly respectful to this person."

"That's right. He only spread the news of the striking battle after he arrived. Except for the emperor, no one dared to be this lord." The man in black thought for a while and said, "You have not even succeeded in your assassination, and you can only escape with your arms broken. This person is a bit tricky."

"I think I'd better contact the other five tribes." The pale man suggested.

The man in black robe thought for a while, then nodded and pressed his palm on the mirror!

After a moment, the mirror shone with gravel.

After a while, the mirror flashed four times in a row.

Then five people appeared in the mirror.

"Blood Shura, what's the matter?"

The five people obviously also had mirrors, so they could talk directly with the man in black robe.

Blood Shura said in a deep voice: "My man assassinated the Emperor of China just now."

"What? Success?"

"Haha, Blood Shura, your assassination is indeed well-known."

"Blood Shura, don't hesitate!"

Two of the five people in the mirror are women, and the other three are men, and they are dressed in different styles, just like national characteristics.

Blood Shura said in a deep voice: "It didn't work."

"Hmph, what did you say if you didn't succeed?"

"Speak on." Someone shouted.

Xue Shura sneered: "The person who assassinated was Qianji Sanren. He took advantage of the situation and launched a peerless assassination, but the other party not only defended it, but almost killed him. He could only break his arm and escape."

"Qianji Sanren? He is a third-grade strength. How is this possible?"

"The third-grade master can only break his arms and escape? Could that Huaxia Emperor be the fourth-grade Taoist ancestor?"

"Hiss~"

"It's trouble."

The few people in the mirror frowned. Qianji Sanren knew that they were casual cultivators from the Shura clan. This person was good at sneak attacks and assassination. According to legend, as long as the peak strength of the third-grade level is caught by this person, they can be killed with one blow.

Qianjisanren have always been a legend in Shura Continent, and countless people have a headache about this person.

Because this person comes without a trace, he is lurking beside you and you can't find him.

Therefore, several major tribes sent people to hunt down this person, but they all died in vain.

Qianjisanren are also called the king of assassination, and are recognized as the number one on the mainland.

And even his assassination failed, so the Chinese Emperor can imagine how strong he is.

"Blood Shura, what do you mean?" The questioner was a middle-aged man with a majestic face, wearing a brocade robe and a jade belt on his waist.

This person is the leader of the human race, "Kan Zifeng". The Tianren Dao was created by him. This person was at the peak of the third grade tens of thousands of years ago. No one knows whether there is any breakthrough now. Because the other party's cultivation cannot be seen in the mirror, Kan Zifeng has not come out of seclusion for tens of thousands of years.

So there are rumors that he has achieved the fourth-level Taoist Ancestor Realm.

"Yes, Blood Shura, what do you mean?" a charming woman asked with a smile.

This woman is the ancestor of Meizu, the third-grade peak Yun Mei'er. It is rumored that when this person uses charming skills thousands of miles away, men thousands of miles away want to be proud of their very evil magical powers.

Blood Shura thought for a while and said, "This person made a bold statement to insult my six clans. If we don't respond to the battle, we can only be a laughing stock. Therefore, I suggest that at that time, our leader will gather together and kill them together!"

"Of course I have to go." Yun Mei'er smiled and said, "He said we are pink skulls. If we don't kill him, what kind of face do I have to walk around the world?"

"Yun Mei, do you want to go there in person?" Kan Zifeng, the head of the human race, smiled and said, "Then I have to go too."

"Hehe, Kan Zifeng, are you still thinking about dual cultivation with me? Are you not afraid that I will suck you to death?" Yun Mei'er laughed.

Kan Zifeng smiled: "It was my dream when I was young to be able to practice dual cultivation with the unparalleled charm of Miss Yun. Until now, I often dream about Miss Yun at night."

At this time, the head of the Soul Clan’s Taoist 'Yuewuying' suddenly smiled and said, "Kan Zifeng, have you dreamed of me?"

"Miss Yue doesn't come to me to sit in my dreams, and I often regret it."

Yue Wuying curled her lips: "Hypocritical!"

The human race is hypocritical, the demon race is worshipped, the soul race is a little path, the Mei race is red and pink skeleton, the demon race is brainless, and the Shura race is just a shit!

Chen Yang's attribution really corresponds to the six major clans, and it is very correct.

"Hmph." Kan Zifeng snorted coldly: "Is there anything wrong? I'll be closed if I have nothing to do."

"Everyone, see you in a month."

"Then let's see you in Saint City, but after killing the Huaxia Emperor, will we all have to fight?"

"Haha, let's talk about it then."

Everyone turned off the mirrors one after another.

Of course, what is said in the mirror may not count. They have the final say whether they come or not!

And anyone can imagine that there is a great risk in this striking event.

If the Chinese Emperor had no skills, how could he dare to strike up a striking battle? How could he incite the six major clans?

He must have some confidence.
Chapter completed!