Chapter 1139: The taste is really unique
The man in ink wears a dark gray mask, and the aura emanating from his body is like a mortal.
A commander of the Soul Hall couldn't help but looked at the man in black and asked respectfully, "Envoy, do we need to deal with Yu Qingqian and Feng Chen?"
They did not know this mysterious messenger who had come to approve temporarily, but the high-level officials in the hall repeatedly emphasized that the messenger must be respected and not slighted in the slightest. They had long suspected that the identity of this messenger was not simple.
This time, the reason why the Temple of the Shadows would carry out the raid without removing Yu Qingqian was all at the whim of the messenger.
The man in ink clothed his eyes so deep that he couldn't see any emotion, and his lips raised a slight arc, "No, I just want to see how Yu Qingqian and Feng Chen dealt with monsters in the abyss today."
"..." Several people twitched the corners of their mouths, what's so interesting about how Yu Qingqian deals with monsters in the abyss?
This messenger's taste is really unique. He doesn't care about those monsters, but they are very distressed. Those are the results of the Shadow Temple in recent years.
Now that the young master is trapped in the secret realm, they are much slower in cultivating monsters in the abyss, but the loss cannot be too serious.
just stared at this light-hearted messenger, but they didn't dare to object. For some reason, this person always gave them a shuddering sense of fear.
The commander couldn't help but nervously asked again at the signal of the others: "Messenger, if we don't stop it, the more than 10,000 abyss monsters we put on the battlefield this time are afraid that all of them will be killed."
The man in ink gave the man a faint glance, "It's just over ten thousand monsters in the abyss, so there's no need to make such a fuss."
The commander's blood seemed to be frozen in the cold by this look. He couldn't help stammering: "Yes!"
This messenger is really too powerful, and his strength is much stronger than the elders of the spiritual saints in the temple.
"Interesting." The corners of the man's lips curved deeper, pointed at Yu Qingqian and asked, "Is that the woman who planned to trap Shi Xi in the secret realm of Lingxi?"
"Yes, that's why she trapped the young master's framed design in the secret realm of consonance." Several people nodded immediately.
The man in ink said lightly, "Shi Xi seems to have lost his right."
"..." Several people looked at each other a few times, what does it mean to lose not wrong?
However, the man in ink clothes was obviously not going to answer this question to them, he stopped talking, just looked forward quietly, his eyes fell on Yu Qingqian and Feng Chen.
Yu Qingqian and Feng Chen swept along with the reinforcements of human soldiers, and suddenly an inexplicable heart palpitation came, and the two of them invariably raised their heads and looked not far behind the zombie group.
I saw a man in black with a dark gray mask standing in the air, staring at them indifferently, with a playful arc on the corners of his lips, as if he was staring at some prey.
Yu Qingqian and Feng Chen used their mental strength at the same time to find out the strength of the other party, but the playful arc on the other's lips was even stronger, and then a powerful mental force emanated from the man in ink.
The three hearts clashed in mid-air for a few breaths, and finally turned into nothingness and dissipated.
Yu Qingqian and Feng Chen were extremely surprised, but they didn't expect the other to be a master who developed mental power.
The man in ink smirked lightly: "These two small prey are not bad, I didn't come here for nothing."
"You go and tell the long eagle of the orcs, I have agreed to the cooperation plan he proposed before." He finished speaking to the people behind him, and he tore the space in front of him, and the figure disappeared instantly. Deep powerhouse.