Chapter 687: Baji Sage
"Unexpectedly the Eight Gods are so powerful, a rising star can pull the Seven Stars from the position of the boss!"
The **** cat gave a thumbs up.
Although he had a fight with the people of the Iori Gate just now, he also had to admire the power of the Iori Gate.
Although he didn't know anything about the Seven-Star Clan-Big Black Cat, the name contains the word Qixing. Big Black Cat knows that he must be very interested.
"Brother Cat, it seems that you really don't know anything about the outside world..."
Seeing the look of the **** cat, the yellow-robed boy smiled bitterly.
"I really don't understand, brother, tell me more!"
The **** cat spread his hands and smiled shyly.
"All right!"
The yellow-robed boy looked around, then found a flat stone, walked over with the **** cat, and sat on the stone.
"Brother Cat, the reason why the Eight Gods Gate is strong is that there is an Eight Gods Saint in the Eight Gods Gate. It is this Eight Gods Saint that made the Eight Gods Gate rise and eventually surpassed the ancient and powerful Seven Stars..."
The yellow robe boy showed a strange light in his eyes, and said leisurely and fascinated.
Although he is a monster.
I also hate the Eight Gods very much.
But when he mentioned the eight-pole saint, the expression of the yellow-robed boy changed, and his eyes still showed a strong meaning of worship.
"How strong is this eight-pole saint?"
The **** cat said.
"Almost no one knows how strong the Baji Saints are. But, Brother Cat, do you know...In ancient times, the human race was extremely weak, struggling to survive between the Seven Star Race and my Jiuli Monster Race, and This Octopus Saint, as an ordinary mortal, rises step by step, creating an Octopus magical skill, and with his own strength, he forcibly carries the Seven Stars tribe, and finally gains a place between the Seven Stars and the Jiuli Demon Clan. So that one-third of the world!"
The yellow robe boy said with a look of envy.
"This Octopus Saint is really amazing!"
The **** cat exclaimed.
Being able to lead the rise of the weak human race between the Seven Star Race and the Demon Race is definitely not something ordinary people can do. They must be determined and talented, so they can be called the Baji Saint.
The word saint is not easy to use.
"The guys who fought with me just now opened the door and closed the door. What else is there in the other six?"
The **** cat moved in his heart and asked.
"The Baji Divine Art cultivates the pure flesh, and the purpose is to open the eight mysterious doors of the flesh, thereby possessing extraordinary powers. These eight doors are shock, xiu, du, jing, open, wound, death, life... "
The yellow robe boy said one by one.
"The last of these eight-pole magic arts is life..."
The **** cat shook his head, feeling a little weird.
The last door, if it is a dead door, will feel even more powerful.
However, the last book was Shengmen, which made him a little hard to understand.
"Brother Cat, since ancient times, there have been very few people who can open the eight doors. It is said that the eight-pole saint back then, after opening the eight doors, using the power of the life door, he is almost immortal, even if the seven-star tribe is so powerful, it is still not him. Opponent..."
The yellow robe boy said excitedly.
"This so-called eight-pole magical technique, can my monster race practice it?"
The **** cat asked with a smile.
"No, this Eight Extreme Divine Art is exclusive to the Human Race, neither the Seven Star Race nor our Jiuli Monster Race can practice it!"
The yellow robe boy said decisively.
The **** cat nodded.
"The Baji Saints are so powerful, they are almost invincible in the world, and the Seven Stars retreat to the second line, it is also reasonable..."
The **** cat said with a smile.
"Brother Cat, the Seven Stars have the blood of the dragons and their bodies are extremely powerful. Our Jiuli Demon Clan dare not fight with them..."
The yellow robe boy sighed.
"The Seven Stars have the blood of the Dragon?"
The **** cat was shocked.
At this moment, Ye Yun and Mu Qing in the distance were also shocked.
Ye Yun originally thought that the Seven Stars would be the people behind the scenes, but what he never expected was that they were humans with the blood of the dragon.
This is surprising.
"Interesting..."
Ye Yun smiled faintly, with anticipation in his eyes.
On the boulder.
The yellow robe boy said: "Brother Cat, the strength of the Seven Star Clan is because they have the bloodline of the Shenlong-it is because they have the bloodline of the Shenlong, it becomes very difficult for them to multiply, resulting in fewer and fewer people. So in the end it was overtaken by the powerful Eight Gods..."
"I see."
The **** cat said with a wry smile.
He stays with a group of dragons every day, why doesn't he understand this cruel reality that it is extremely difficult for the dragons to breed offspring?
"Brother Cat, I don't think the people of the Eight Gods will give up, and they will definitely send stronger experts to retaliate. Let's leave here quickly!"
The yellow robe boy suddenly looked around, and said very vigilantly.
"Also."
The **** cat stood up: "Where are we going?"
"Back to our Jiuli Demon Race."
The yellow robe boy stood up and said.
The **** cat patted his forehead and said: "By the way, my master is here, I might not be able to leave him alone!"
"Brother Cat, do you still have a master?"
The yellow robe boy asked in shock.
"Yes, my master is much better than me..."
The **** cat said with a smile.
"Brother Cat, is your master also a monster?"
The yellow robe boy asked with staring eyes.
"My master..."
When the **** cat said this, he suddenly stopped.
He can't always say that the master is also a monster race, right?
Will this be disrespectful?
The master is right by, in case he says something wrong, it will be unlucky.
"I am a monster."
A faint voice came.
Immediately there was a wave of fluctuations in the void, and two figures appeared.
"Hello Master!"
In front of the yellow robe boy, the **** cat respectfully saluted.
The yellow robe boy stared at Ye Yun, and felt relieved when he felt the evil spirit on his body.
"Brother Cat, your master's cultivation base is too low, right? Only the fifth level of life and death..."
The yellow-robed boy suddenly sent a sound transmission to the **** cat.
The **** cat was startled, and quickly transmitted his voice: "Brother Xiong, don't talk nonsense, my master is amazing!"
"All right!"
The yellow robe boy smiled bitterly and nodded.
He glanced at the black-clothed beauty next to Ye Yun, and when he found that he was also releasing a demon, he just curled his lips.
A demon master of the fifth level of life and death, there are actually two good subordinates.
This is really rare.
"This little brother, the three of us are all cultivating deep in the mountains and old forests, and don't know much about the world today. How about going back to the Jiuli Demon Race with you?"
Ye Yun said with a smile.
"This... I'm afraid it's a bit wrong, right?"
The yellow robe boy hesitated.
If he had only brought one person before, he would be able to make it clear.
Now that there were two more people, he suddenly realized that these people might have some ulterior motives.
"Here, they haven't run yet!"
There was a roar in the distance.
More than a dozen figures fell from mid-air and surrounded the four of them.
The people from the Iori Gate are here!
The **** cat's face changed slightly, his body was tense, and his fists were clenched in an instant, ready to fight.
"Fifth level of life and death? Strange, there is a master of Eight Gods in the fifth level of life and death!"
Looking at the other party, the yellow robe boy's eyes shrank sharply, and his heart beat violently.
"Tsk tusk... There are a lot of monster races, there are four in total, and the cultivation base is not weak. It seems that we can draw a lot of blood this time!"
The headed man on the fifth-level of life and death put his hands on his chest and smiled arrogantly.
"get out!"
Ye Yun waved his hand gently.
call!
A gust of wind swept across, and these dozen or so disciples of the Eight Gods were swept away by a gust of wind in an instant, and disappeared without a trace.
