Chapter 859

Meng Xuan looked at the back of their departure, his face expressionless.

White Ying snow some worry of ask a way: "mystery route has never really walk through, why do you so sure?"? It doesn't have to exist. "

Meng Xuan looked up at the sky, his eyes were confused: "mysterious routes exist, I have seen them."

Bai Yingxue was surprised: "have you seen it?"

Meng Xuan nodded: "yes, I have. It leads to the boundless waters of the middle world. I was once in a coma, floating directly from the northwest alliance to the boundless waters. In that sea area, I saw a reef like a beehive. There are lots of holes in it. In those holes, there are one small world after another. There was a creature sitting in the middle of it. That creature was terrible, and I couldn't see through it. Now think about it, it should be the end of the mysterious route. "

Bai Yingxue is silent.

"Gone." Meng Xuan carried the doomsday mecha and went to the sea. He remembered several names, resident, henggong fish, red sun, zhenhun mountain, sea demon Kui Niu

Want to break through the clown emperor, said with a smile: "I am for you, you have a good talent, there is a page of gold paper in your body, the future is unlimited, should not delay your future for common things."

Meng Xuan stares at the clown emperor and frowns.

The clown emperor then fixed his eyes on Meng Xuan and gently saluted: "I am one of the twelve main gods, the separation of ugly gods."

The God of ugliness can intercept all the ugly forces in the world.

The ugliness of human nature, the ugliness of face, can provide him with a steady stream of strength.

"I don't understand, but nado asked me to kill you, so I had to do it." Meng Xuan said.

The clown Emperor didn't get angry at all. He said with a smile, "it's not so easy to kill me. Besides, the engagement on the two boundary mountains has already started, but you come to kill me. It's a big loss because of a small one."

Meng Xuan said strangely, "what's the relationship between the fighting on the mountain and me?"

Naduoduo Leng, his eyes suddenly showed a fierce light: "well, I want to see what you take to kill me!"

The clown emperor did not have the slightest sign of hand, hand appeared a huge black sickle, directly cut to Meng Xuan. At the same time, the imperial building glowed, which directly shocked Meng Xuan and Naduo.

The clown emperor sits on the Golden Pavilion. The pavilion glows, rushes into the void, floats there, and drops down continuously the essence of heaven and earth.

The light of the emperor's building is so vast that it shocked the whole Middle Earth as soon as it was born. Everyone felt the power.

It is like an ancient beast standing at the peak, breathing the essence of heaven and earth.

"The imperial building is born."

"It's the clown king!"

"The clown emperor is not very simple. He doesn't know where he is."

Meng Xuan transformed his hands into dragon boxing, his right arm into a golden dragon, sweeping the universe and flapping the sickle. After that, he pinched his fist and pushed away a pair of wings.

When the wings spread, there was a cosmic wind blowing.

The clown emperor raised his head up to the sky and burst out a roar, which made a fight with Meng Xuan.

The whole northwest alliance is bursting and the land is sinking.

A bunch of Mou light delivered here, looking at Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan naturally felt the sight here. Suddenly, he turned his head and looked away. That's the second thing that makes him feel weird.

In that strange place, a whole body is burning with snow-white immortal gas of human form living creature is light looking at him.

That place is the burial ground!

The kingdom of burialists!

At the beginning, three burials were turned into the corpse of emperor Jidao in that place!

And the whole body is burning snow-white immortal spirit of human beings, not others, is buried king!

At this moment, Meng Xuancai really saw clearly the cultivation of burying the king, the peak of the Immortal King!

"Burying weeping God, who are you better or worse than him? Is there any number in your heart?" The burial king asked faintly, looking at a coffin behind him.

In the coffin, a man in white sat up.

"Don't worry about burying the king. Three burials are better than me." The man said with a smile, "the corpses of my ancestors of 18 generations are all refined into my body."

"The art of the eighteen ancestors is really extraordinary, and it's the only one that suits you. Two boundary mountain one war, you pass Said the king.

"Who should I help?" The God of mourning asked.

The burial king thought, "we don't belong to the Middle Kingdom, nor do we belong to the western religion. Whoever has the upper hand will help. "

The God of burying and weeping flew out of the coffin: "that's obvious. I should help western countries teach."