Chapter 679

The people in the northwest alliance didn't matter. Zhu Changsheng and Red Emperor pondered for a while, and said to the hundreds of monks in the northwest alliance, "anyway, there's nothing wrong. You can go to Qingluo temple with me. Don't make trouble. We are at the bottom of the whole starry sea now. "

Su Jiujiu, Xiao Huangji, Yao Qingcheng and others also nodded and agreed.

Qi Daorong lies on the ground covered with blood and looks at the man in front of him angrily. He was so powerful, his whole body was shining, and there were several light balls about the size of a millstone spinning around his body, like nine little suns. Holding a spear, he was tall and matchless. His eyes were pure gold, his face was handsome, and he looked down at Qi Daorong coldly.

"The heavenly court has been declining for a long time. It's naive for Lingxiao to reorganize the immortal court." The man looked down at Qi Daorong and stepped on his chest with one foot, almost trampling him to death. "Qi Daorong, the descendant of heaven, is just like that!"

Qi Daorong kept coughing up blood, and there was a color of horror in his eyes. Because this man is Apollo, the sun god, known as the sun god. He just came to invite the six young masters who had been lurking in the sea of stars to go out, but he met Apollo, the sun god. He didn't say anything and beat himself directly.

"Take your feet away." A voice of indifference came, and then a man in coarse linen came pacing from the void. His face is very ordinary, not brilliant. But this man shocked Apollo.

"The sixth son of 1898, Qin Congjian. The sea of stars is really not simple. It turns out that you have already arranged for people to enter the sea of stars. If I guess well, the Seven Sages of the bamboo grove have entered the sea of stars, right Apollo said.

Qin Congjian did not talk nonsense, and said, "let the western religion lay out the sea of stars, and let us not lay out this place in China?"

Apollo suddenly laughed: "I've heard that the six young masters of 1898 were all dragons and phoenixes among people. Today I want to see them."

When Apollo finished, the spear in his hand shook slightly, and nine little suns the size of a millstone lined up on his head, and the unimaginable light rushed out of him. He is too strong, just spread out momentum, let Qi Daorong breathing up. He looked at Qin Congjian indifferently, his eyes exploding.

One of his sternum, in particular, was shining with a mysterious road sign on it.

"It is said that when Apollo was born, the sky of western religion was dark for three months. Your sternum absorbs the sunshine from the sky... "Qin Congjian said.

"The sixth son of the 1898 movement, the son of Qin, is also very complicated. It is said that once he was born, his spine became the Dragon mace of the Qin family, which can kill the gods." Said the sun god.

Qin Congjian is a member of the Qin family, a secret family in the middle of China. This family is an eternal world, very mysterious. It is even rumored that there is a fairy king in this family. The family has an artifact made of immortals, the Youlong mace. It's said that when Qin Congjian was born, the Dragon mace of you had been singing and shaking for three days.

"The first World War." Apollo said, turned into a lightning, directly rushed to Qin Congjian.

"The first World War." Qin Jian's eyes were bright, and his back bones were shaking wildly. Then, a golden dragon rushed out of his back neck nest, accompanied by a dragon chant. The Golden Dragon hovered in the void and roared. When Qin Congjian's right hand unfolded, the dragon's voice cracked the sky and turned into a golden mace, which fell into his hands.

The battle spear collided with the Dragon mace, and the impact swept across all directions, sweeping away one mountain after another. The fluctuation was so amazing that it was devastating. Many people are rushing to Qingluo temple. When they pass by, they are thrilled to see their first battle.

"Apollo, who is he fighting with?" Among them, Shi Longzi, Xiao Bailong, the ninth Prince of Golden Snake and intangible cultural heritage are far away.

"Mr. Qin, the sixth son of the hundred days movement of 1898!"

During the war of two, I saw many people watching and didn't care.

The sun god punches in the sky like the sun explodes. Everywhere is light and rain, his eyes cold, sweeping around. Many people shrink their heads when they are watched by him. Especially those people in the northwest alliance, one by one feel uneasy. He can bring them unimaginable oppression just by sweeping his eyes.

"Is that the gap in talent?" Xiao Huangji said to himself that the thirty-six fairy mountains and seventy-two floating islands could be regarded as geniuses in the northwest alliance, but only here did they feel like frogs in the well.

"I used to think that I was the little master of Taihang Mountain, and I was a genius. Now it seems that I am nothing." A young man laughed at himself, "after all, the northwest alliance is a small place. Compared with real talents, it's not enough."

Snow in the heart is not taste, eyes flashing.

Qin Congjian is also very terrible, in the hands of the Dragon mace. It has eight corners, each of which is extremely sharp. Sweep out a large light, the void is cut into eight.

Qin Congjian's body shape is very elegant. It seems that you long mace is conscious. You long mace specially picks Apollo's weakness.

"Nine day formula." Apollo stepped back and pointed to the sky. Nine small Suns are arranged in order, and then nine beams of light are emitted, converging into a huge beam of light, hitting Qin Congjian.

Qin Congjian's face was ironic, and he didn't talk nonsense. He opened a light curtain: "Da Yan Xuan Gang."

Dayan Xuangang opens up, and his defense is unparalleled. The divine light hits him, and there is a big explosion. The smoke and the light are dazzling. Then Qin walked out of the light curtain.

Apollo laughed and said, "the Qin family's Dayan Xuangang is really terrible. My nine day formula is hard to break."

In this battle, the two were equally divided, and it was difficult to decide the outcome in a short time.

"If you have the ability to go to Qingluo temple, how about we fight again?" Asked Apollo.

Qin Cong looked at him with a look of mockery: "you are stupid or I am stupid. Everyone knows that Qingluo temple is your ashram, where there are nine suns. Even if the great God is there, you may not be able to do anything about it."

The sun god did not talk nonsense and whistled. Suddenly, nine little suns pull a chariot and crush the void. Then Apollo rushed into the chariot.

The nine wheel sun pulls the chariot and rushes to the distance.