Chapter 706

This scene completely dulled the Hongjun of heaven and the men of the mysterious world.

At present, it is the final catastrophe of the whole mythical world. How dare you guess boxing here?!

What's the meaning of this?

Don't you take us seriously?!

Can you say that you just decide that you can safely win this final disaster?!

Tiandao Hongjun's veins burst on his forehead and his fists clenched tightly. The young man on the side also had a trace of amazement on his face, but soon he recovered. After all, he was a strong man beyond Tiandao level from other worlds. He had seen all kinds of scenes. It was not particularly strange to see this kind of situation.

As for the big burning King disguised by the incarnation outside Aoqing Daozu, he also pretended to make an expression.

The big play is not over yet, but we can't let it fall.

"You're here?"

Seeing the three of them, no, to be exact, they were two. Aoqing Daozu and an LAN stopped guessing boxing and looked at the king of great burning, just like old friends, and greeted them cordially.

This sentence even makes the heavenly way Hongjun don't know what to say.

Now he felt that he was a neighbor of Aoqing Daozu. He came to his house. From Aoqing Daozu, he didn't feel the slightest killing intention. It was really that kind of light.

Imagine that in the sky, with wind and rain, lightning, Blizzard and hail, and all kinds of strange weather like the end of the day, Aoqing Daozu sat on the luxurious Kowloon aloes chariot, and a beautiful woman accompanied him to play boxing.

In general, when I saw the most powerful enemy in the seventh world coming, I not only didn't show the feeling that the enemy was in full battle readiness, but showed an expression like a friend visiting the door. This picture is very strange!

"Well... Here we are."

For a long time, Tiandao Hongjun, who didn't know how to answer, finally choked out these two words.

"It's good to come. Now it happens that there are five people. Let the king of burning heaven be the referee. How about four of us playing mahjong?"

Aoqing Daozu's eyes shine. He hasn't played mahjong for a long time.

"Yes, yes, mahjong, I also know this game. I take out a box of spicy sticks to bet on and give them to you if I lose!" an LAN is also very excited. When she hears mahjong, she immediately agrees with it happily. She has been in the seventh world for a while, but she has watched it many times and has been itching for a long time.

"Aoqing Daozu!"

The two people sang in unison, which finally made Tiandao Hongjun a little unbearable.

He forced himself to suppress his irritable mood and stared at each other coldly: "do you think you will win this time?! you know, this Tiandao has planned for 50 million years! The layout of 50 million years is for this day!"

"The way of heaven might as well tell you that even the supreme old gentleman and the ninth Xuannv in the whole seventh world are the pieces laid out by the way of heaven! Just relax. Now, if you can return to the Seventh World in time, you may be able to collect the whole body for everyone in the seventh world!" the way of heaven Hongjun looked at Aoqing Daozu with a sneer.

Just like you, you still want to fight with Ben Tiandao?

If you do not know, how many eyes and layout have you planted in the sky?

"Moreover, the whole mythical world is the back garden of Ben Tiandao. You think you unify the whole mythical world and change its name to the seventh world. You think you are the master of great luck? You know, Ben Tiandao is the last person in the whole mythical world!"

Looking at the way of heaven, Hongjun revealed his nature, and the man in black didn't move.

The current situation doesn't need him to do it. Since his dog leg Tiandao Hongjun can solve it, let him solve it.

On hearing this, Aoqing Daozu and Anlan looked at each other and burst into laughter.

"Don't be so grumpy. Although it is said that this is the time of the disaster of the Holocaust, we haven't had such a good chat for a long time. Isn't it good to seriously contact each other?"

"Contact a fart! Where does Ben Tiandao have time to tell you this?" Tiandao Hongjun's face was cold, and then he played a light curtain and laughed: "look, this is the scene in the 33rd immortal sea in your seventh world, with corpses everywhere, countless deaths and injuries, and countless weak people wailing and crying..."

Before the words fell, he suddenly found a trace of strange situation. He couldn't help but feel a bad hunch in his heart.

He subconsciously looked at Aoqing Daozu and saw the other party looking at himself with a funny face.

This made his uneasiness bigger.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and stared at the light curtain regardless of face.

"Impossible!"

On the light curtain, 800000 blood prison legions were practicing the blood prison Tianlong array seriously under the practice of Xingyao Xianjun. Other strong people were practicing this array, and there was no blood stain or any riot.

This scene directly made him dull.

This, this is absolutely impossible!

Too old Laojun has his own soul brand, he can feel a lot of things in the seventh boundary, and the nine day Xuan girl has the spirit of wearing a Taoist gown in his own body. Even in the whole seventh boundary, there are thousands of undercover and eyeliner who have been inserted by himself.

With such a great help, it is absolutely possible and completely successful to shape a terrible and powerful destruction event in the whole seventh world.

But now, why?

He couldn't figure out what had happened.

"I can't figure it out, can I?"

Suddenly, in Xumi's room, a light female voice came from the side. One in the single room was wearing a white dress, like a fairy from the nine heaven. She slowly landed on the Kowloon aloes chariot and looked at the heavenly way Hongjun with a smile: "is this palace the existence you can layout? The soul of the skill is already dead and can't die anymore."

As she said this, the Xuannv of Jiutian waved her big hand and hung a huge roaring river, which emerged in the air out of thin air. On the river, a leaf boat shook, and the three soul spirits of forgetting Sichuan, Ziyun and reincarnation, stood on the small axis and played a gentle and light flute.

The thick fog emerged. Under the influence of the flute sound, the fog rising from the rise of the forgetful river slowly condensed into a portrait.

The portrait was no one else. It was the soul woman of Taoist robe skill who Aoqing Taoist ancestor killed Jiutian Xuannv with the dragon sword.

"This, this is absolutely impossible!"

Seeing the occurrence of this scene, Hongjun of Tiandao was finally out of control. A touch of purple brilliance appeared all over his body. The strong energy of Tiandao level gathered into a huge and incomparable purple palm.

"It's absolutely impossible! Aoqing Daozu, this time, you're dead!"

The voice fell, and the huge golden palm, with a terrible pressure, tore the whole sky, squeezed out the space cracks, and ruthlessly suppressed Aoqing Daozu!