Chapter 1271 Feeding

The Burial Master and the Golden Winged Stranger both left the gate of the Demon Kingdom, which had now turned into a huge pool of blood.

Zhang Yi was a little curious, but he didn't dare to get close enough to check.

He silently thought that the other two unidentified Ypsilons might approach.

So he held his breath and waited silently in the distance.

As a result, the wait lasted for a full hour.

Zhang Yi even thought that those two people had left.

But finally, just when he was about to lose control, he saw the tall alien wearing a dark combat uniform returning to the gate of the Demon Kingdom.

The tall stranger first squatted down and carefully examined the blood pool, then stood up and walked towards the door.

He waded through the sticky blood pool and came to the door step by step. For safety's sake, he held the protective shield in his left hand and the knight's sword in his right hand.

After arriving at the gate, he carefully tested it, then suddenly raised the knight's sword in his hand high, and then slashed the huge door with one sword!

boom! ! !

The sky was filled with black flames, and the terrifying power made Zhang Yi in the distance feel the earth tremble.

But the dark red door did not move at all. The white chariot-class alien's full blow only left a deep scratch on the door, but did not shatter it.

This shows how strong this door that was used to seal the demonic people was.

Seeing this, the tall stranger took a few steps back, seemed to mutter a few words, and then left the place.

Zhang Yi could clearly feel that the power of his blow was no less than his full blow.

This person's strength is definitely not inferior to him.

Zhang Yi thought about it for a long time, but he didn't expect there to be such a master in Huaxu Kingdom.

If there really was one, he had never seen it.

But the other party gave up and continued to attack the gate of the Demon Kingdom, which proved that he could not open it on his own.

Well, Zhang Yi and several others can't either.

Zhang Yi waited for a long time. He wanted to see if the golden-armored stranger would make any next moves.

Sure enough, not long after, the stranger in golden armor also came to the gate.

However, he just stretched out his hand and felt the sword marks left by the tall stranger, then smiled and shook his head, then turned and left without hesitation.

Only then did Zhang Yi understand that if he wanted to enter the Demon Kingdom, his own strength alone would not be enough.

It was an extremely special area that seemed to be able to suppress supernatural abilities, and even Zhang Yi's space power could not penetrate it.

Then, there is only one way to enter the Demon Kingdom, and that is to enter with the Pudge family after the Chuan Zhao Dharma Assembly.

But, who are these guys?

A dark cloud floated in Zhang Yi's mind. The five Ypsilons, looking at the entire world today, are an extremely gorgeous and top-notch alien event.

The last time so many Ypsilon gathered was in Shengjing.

However, it is obvious that these people are not old acquaintances.

When they took action against the Burial Master and the Golden-Winged Stranger, they all showed great strength. Even though they would deliberately conceal their abilities, they could not reserve too much in that situation.

Zhang Yi can be sure of one thing - Zhang Yi has never been in contact with these people.

Because the alien's ability characteristics are extremely obvious and cannot be easily concealed.

"The situation here is too complicated. The burial master of Sangjia Temple seems to have known for a long time that we were coming. He deliberately arranged the situation here and used our hands to open the seal of the Demon Kingdom's gate."

"Are the Pudge family involved in this?"

A chill flashed in Zhang Yi's eyes.

He even had some suspicions that he and other mysterious Ypsilons were tricked by the Southwest Region.

On the surface, they pretended to be fighting among themselves, but in fact, they used this as an excuse to lure many masters to come.

But soon, Zhang Yi rejected this idea in his mind.

If the Southwest Region were monolithic, they would have enough ability to invite strangers from all regions of Huaxu Kingdom to come and help.

After all, in a united region, and with Ypsilon, who has the blessing of Tantric power and can reach 20000 points of black chariot level, in charge, no one dares to worry about their demonic treasures.

There is no need to go around in circles to act.

Zhang Yi rubbed his eyebrows. This question was a bit complicated. For a while, his mind was so confused that he couldn't think clearly.

So he decided to go back to Yang Xinxin to discuss it first and see what advice she could give.

As for the gate to the Demon Kingdom, no one can enter it now anyway, so let’s wait and see.

There is only one week left before the Chuan Zhao Dharma Conference is held, which is enough time for them to do a lot of things.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yi turned around, used the intelligent system to determine his position, opened the dimensional door and shuttled out of the Snowy Mountains.

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On the other side, Liang Yue and Mu Yan were investigating the entire Paji family territory.

They were deeply disgusted with the criminal behavior of the Pudge family, but at this time they did not dare to act rashly.

But at this time, one of Pudge's campsites was attacked by the rebels.

Liang Yue and Mu Yan looked at each other and immediately decided to go over and take a look.

The Resistance Army is a civilian force in the Southwest Region, and is called the source of trouble in the Snowy Plateau by the Western Chieftain Forces.

But at this time, watching what the Paji family was doing made Liang Yue and Muyan think about the meaning of the existence of those rebels.

Perhaps, the rebels who resisted the Western Chieftain and Sangjia Temple could represent "justice".

This "justice" still needs to be put in quotation marks. Before contacting them, no one can tell whether they are good or bad.

Therefore, Liang Yue and Mu Yan quickly walked through, preparing to spy secretly.

This is a camp where serfs live, and the area is usually guarded by private soldiers.

However, at night, there were not many private soldiers on patrol, only a few walking around with guns.

In the snowy plateau, the private soldiers were not worried that these serfs would escape.

Because if they leave here, they have nowhere to go.

Although they live like pigs and dogs here, and there is a risk of being "sacrificially sacrificed" at any time, they can at least live for a while longer.

But without the protection of the Western Chieftain, none of them could survive a day.

It's like a flock of sheep raised by a farmer. The owner occasionally kills a few sheep, but most of the sheep are still alive.

Anyone can kill the sheep that leave the farm.

Even the commander of the private guard once joked.

For these serfs, there is no need for chains to restrain them. You only need to draw a circle on the snow with a stick, and they will stay inside obediently and never dare to run out.

They will not think of it as a cage, but rather as a protection for them.

But the most frustrating thing is that, in a sense, this is true.