Chapter 437

"Qingcheng..."

Don't ask, in the eye of heaven, the cold light flashed, and it was Qingcheng standing at the gate!

"Boss, what should I do now?"

Xiao Jiao's eyes twinkled with ferocity.

"An eight fold elder in the heaven, does he still want to stop me?"

Don't ask in the eye of heaven, indifference is boundless.

Qingcheng is guarding here. I'm afraid it's a precaution. He's leaving the imperial city now.

Once you leave, it's even the people of Shenshan

Don't ask heaven if you can't find him!

But unfortunately

Don't ask the sky. You never want to escape!

"Go!"

Drink coldly, don't ask the sky directly

Walk towards the city gate.

"Stop..."

"Stop!"

……

With the appearance of Mo Wentian, threeorfour figures blocked Mo Wentian's face.

These people are all disciples of renhuang Jianmen!

One by one, they have reached the four or five levels of heaven!

"You stop me..."

"What's the matter?"

Looking at three or four people in front of you, don't ask the sky, and your expression is indifferent.

"The emperor has orders, anyone who leaves the city..."

"All have to be checked!"

Looking at Mo Wentian, a man stood up and said in a cold voice.

"Emperor?"

Don't ask the sky. The corners of your mouth are raised, and then you look indifferent.

"Is it possible that the sacred mountain will also be examined by your emperor?"

"Holy mountain..."

Threeorfour people suddenly changed their looks.

"What happened?"

Seeing this scene, Qingcheng hurriedly came to Mo Wentian.

"Elder Qingcheng, this is the man of holy mountain!"

A disciple quickly stepped down and whispered to Qingcheng.

"People of Shenshan!"

Qingcheng's eyes flashed, and then

Walk towards Mo Wentian.

"Qingcheng has seen the elder, and I don't know your name?"

Looking at Mo Wentian, Qingcheng asked with flashing eyes.

"Name taboo..."

Don't ask the cold in your eyes.

The next moment, a rolling Dragon Sword

From Mo Wentian's body, spread out.

"The disciples of the small Presbyterian also dare to block this divine envoy..."

"Get out!"

"Touch..."

The terrible sword idea turned into a hundred feet long dragon in the void, and the Dragon rolled.

He pounced on Qingcheng like lightning, with terrible momentum

As if to tear up Qingcheng!

"Divine envoy..."

"Is it..."

In Qingcheng's eyes, he was extremely surprised, and then hurried.

"Adults, calm down!"

"Touch!"

Tianlong hit Qingcheng.

Qingcheng's body flew out upside down.

"Poof..."

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and Qingcheng's face

Instantly pale!

"Elder Qingcheng..."

"Elder Qingcheng!"

……

Figures hurriedly helped Qingcheng up.

At the gate.

Don't ask heaven to stand there quietly.

No one dares to get close!

"This boy..."

"How arrogant!"

Not far from the gate, a lazy figure appeared

This figure is no one else!

It's Hu Chong!

"People from the Presbyterian..."

"Just a bunch of garbage!"

Next to the lazy man, a figure appeared. This person was not someone else, but emperor alkyne!

"Diyne..."

"Are you here, too?"

A flash of pure light flashed in Hu Chong's eyes.

"I..."

"Kill him!"

Emperor alkyne's eyes are cold and boundless.

"Kill him..."

Hu Chong paused slightly, but he didn't expect diyne to enter the ruins.

Not for the baby, but for the assassination, don't ask the sky!

"You want to kill him..."

"It's not easy!"

A chuckle spread in Hu Chong's eyes.

"Dare to stop me next time..."

"Death!"

The cold voice sounded in the void.

Qingcheng originally wanted to move out the Presbyterian.

But at this moment, Qingcheng only felt a cold chill, covering the whole body!

Qingcheng opened his mouth

Didn't say a word!

"Ta ta..."

Step by step, don't ask the gate where heaven left.

"People of Shenshan..."

"How arrogant!"

In the Imperial City, a pair of eyes, full of awe, looked at Mo Wentian.

"He's gone, let's go!"

Hu Chong, chuckle, then step by step

Walk towards the gate.

"Don't ask the sky..."

Emperor alkyne's eyes flickered with cold light, and then his figure flashed

Strange, disappeared in place.

Outside the imperial city.

"Boss, come out like this?"

Xiao Jiao, slightly stunned, so arrogant Qingcheng, Leng was scared

Dare not say anything!

"Come out..."

Mo Wentian took a deep breath from Qingcheng's performance.

Don't ask the sky. It's not hard to see the majesty of the holy mountain

How terrible it is!

In this imperial city, the peak Jiandi of the company commander's old courtyard

Dare not touch the holy mountain!

"Go to ancient war mountain..."

With a cold drink, don't ask the sky with Xiao Jiao

Disappear.

Outside the Imperial City, there is an endless stream of mountains.

"Here it is..."

What appeared in front of Mo Wentian was a deep forest, which was extremely dark.

Standing outside the deep forest, Mo Wentian seems to feel

A cold breath came from the deep forest!

"Extremely Yin place..."

Don't ask the sky. Your eyes shrink slightly. This ancient war mountain turned out to be

A place of extreme Yin.

No wonder it's so cold here!

"Boss, here..."

"A little weird!"

Xiao Jiao's eyes were also alert.

"Weird..."

Don't ask the sky for a step and walk towards the deep forest.

"Click..."

A crisp voice came, and something seemed to break under my feet.

Sweep away the fallen leaves that cover it, sections of withered bones

Appear in the sight of Mo Wentian.

"This is..."

Don't ask the sky. Your eyes fall on your withered arm.

On the decayed white bones

A faint sword shaped trace appeared, which was exactly the same as Mo Wentian's Wentian sword.

"This is..."

"The sword guarding slave who guards the sword Pavilion!"

Don't ask the sky. Your body trembles slightly.

Ten thousand years ago, the disciples of the Mo family controlled the kingdom of God, which was the first of the five kingdoms.

The power of the Mo family has reached its peak.

And in Mo's house.

This sword guarding Pavilion is among Mo's family

The only organization controlled by Mo Wentian!

There are 81 sword guarding disciples in the sword guarding Pavilion.

These 81 people, everyone, are the peerless sword emperor.

In addition, there are 36 sword guards!

These thirty-six people are all strong at the peak of Jiandi.

"The sword emperor at the peak can't stand the devastation of time..."

"Ten thousand years have passed, and even their bones have begun to decay!"

Don't ask heaven and shake your fists hard.

The disciples of Shoujian pavilion are he Mo Wentian, Tianjiao selected from Mo's family one by one.

These people are not only amazing in talent, but also

The most loyal group of Mo family.

But now

"Renhuang sword gate..."

Don't ask if the sky is cold and boundless. Gently, cover the branches again.

"Boss..."

Xiao Jiao couldn't help shouting.

"I'm fine!"

Take a deep breath, don't ask heaven's eyes, and become indifferent again.

"Click..."

"Click..."

……

Clear and crisp voices came.

Under countless branches, in addition to the disciples guarding the sword Pavilion, there are also some withered bones of other disciples of the Mo family. Pieces of withered bones make people sad