Chapter 2044

"Little Lord, these two people are so weird. We'd better leave first."

"Yes, the younger patriarch has a long way to go."

Two Asian sages successively preached, and there was some anxiety in their voice.

Feng Yongzheng's face is full of reluctance, looking at the growth of Xiao Chen and Chang Qianqian's breath, gritted his teeth and said: "withdraw!"

"Don't you think it's too late to go?" Xiao Chen also found that the breath of the two Asian sages was very weak. Seeing their expressions, he naturally knew what they wanted to do, so he sneered.

Two Asian saints face a change, pull the wind Yongzheng is about to leave, Xiao Chen and Chang Qianqian also look at each other, will catch up.

However, at this time, they suddenly felt a terrible pressure coming down, and then the whole swamp land roared like an earthquake. Then, in the eyes of all the people, a group of buildings poured out of the swamp.

With the emergence of the complex, a ray of sunlight shines in all directions, and at the same time, a terrible breath spreads around the marshland.

At this time, no matter Xiao Chen two people, Feng Yongzheng three people, or a group of strong people in Fengfeng City, they were shocked to see the buildings and said: "holy palace!"

In the semi holy world, all the forces felt the breath, and it was not the first time that they felt the breath. They all said happily: "this is the breath from the holy palace."

"This breath is coming from within the scope of the holy tempest. Go

"I don't know what kind of treasures will appear in the holy palace this time. I went late, but I couldn't even drink the soup."

...

in Fengfeng City, dozens of figures appear from the transmission array. The first one is a lady who is still charming and has the breath of Yasheng peak. Behind her, there are more than a dozen strong sub saints, and the rest are semi saints.

They were all strong storm saints, and now they were looking at the swamp with a look of shock on their faces.

"This is the breath of the holy palace!"

"Lord, this breath is very close to us and appears in the scope of our storm holy sect. It seems that the holy palace will be cheaper for us this time."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!"

Soon, a group of people appeared on the top of the swamp. When they felt the breath of these strong men, Feng Yongzheng only reacted. Feng Yongzheng looked at the group, and his face was happy.

"Mother, you are here at last!" The wind is always joyful.

"See the Lord!" The two Yasheng also hastened to salute, and were relieved. In front of them, this was Dongfang Xian, the patriarch of the storm holy sect, and the peak of Yasheng.

Although they were planted in Xiao Chen two people, but they do not believe that Xiao Chen and they can be the opponent of the top strong of Yasheng.

"Why are you so embarrassed?" Dongfang Xian took a look at the three people. Naturally, she could see that the breath of the two Asian sages was very weak. She frowned and asked.

"Mother, please avenge your child!" From time to time, Xiaoxian looks at the East and starts fighting.

"Is this the little Lord of storm holy? How is it like a child who hasn't grown up? " In the severe winter, they all look stunned. However, the strong men behind the Oriental immortals seem to have been used to this scene. At this time, they are all looking at the nose and the heart, just like a Zen monk in meditation.

Xiao Chen is also a face gaping, looking at a snot, a tear of the wind Yongzheng.

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