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Boo Hoo!

The strong princess was finally defeated by the ruthless killing. She also forgot the cruelty of the monk's road. In her eyes, only the bloody figure was left.

No one cares about her, and the killing continues.

In the summer dragon Dynasty, there are strong people coming. The speed is very fast, just like a flash of lightning.

Long Wan'er's face was too heavy to be heavy.

The son is still roaring. His face is ferocious and his anger is burning. He has lost his modesty and calmness. He is more like a fierce beast.

Because, Qin Meng touched his bottom line.

Even at this moment, people seriously doubt that if there were no these three strong men, could the son of God stop Qin Meng's killing?

Poof!

At this time, a white spear, through the sky, rippling out a little bit, stabbing at the son.

It's Bai Yu. He's done it.

People subconsciously look at the past.

The speed of the spear stabbed out very fast, with amazing killing intention, rippling out a terrible breath, and in the blink of an eye, came to the son of God.

The son of a Lin, low roar way: "rice grain light also dare to win glory on the moon?"

Dang!

The old and simple bell rings, and the sound of the bell reverberates leisurely. A strong force explodes in front of the son and blocks the terrible spear.

Bai Yu said nothing and was still attacking. His face was as cold as a gun god.

The son was completely angry: "want to die? I'll help you. "

Finally, the strong man of the Dragon Dynasty of the Xia Dynasty came. He was an old man with a ruddy complexion and full of energy. Although his eyes collapsed deeply, he could see the charm of his eyes, which was very divine.

Along with his every step, there are inexplicable ripples between heaven and earth, and even the fluctuation of laws is hidden in them.

Seeing the arrival of the old man, long Wan'er was overjoyed and walked up quickly: "grandfather."

The old man nodded and looked a little coagulant: "I feel the breath fluctuation of Shangguan's guard, he is here."

Long Wan'er's face changed slightly: "so, no one can save them?"

"If there was no king of gods, maybe they would sell me some face, but now there are Shangguan standing in front of me, and the situation is a little tricky."

Long Wan'er looks complicated: "grandfather, you once said that if this vein is destroyed, it will be a catastrophe for the whole land of gods and demons."

The old man shook his head: "silly girl, your grandfather hasn't been granted the king yet, and you can't be invincible. Moreover, the holy land has been prepared for this round of games today. This debate you held is considered to be a wedding dress for them."

Long Wan'er turned pale: "I just want to help them."

The old man stared at her and said with a bitter smile, "do you still remember that man?"

The latter blushed, but did not speak.

The old man sighed: "in fact, you don't have to blame yourself. Even if there is no such argument, the holy land will do the same."

Long Wan'er is not reconciled: "grandfather, is there no way out?"

The old man shook his head in a deep voice: "unless that person is willing to do something."

In addition to the Holy Land in zhanzhou in the south, there is a God King who became famous 1300 years ago. However, as early as 1000 years ago, that one did not care about the world.

According to legend, that one was defeated in the hands of one person, and never asked about the world of mortals.

After a thousand years, I have not heard of any signs of his activities. Even, many people doubt whether he has converted to Taoism?

Master of books.

How could a man like that be able to make a move?

Long Wan'er is silent.

The old man fixed his eyes, and then said, "the real invincible have the world in mind, and their hearts are full of life. Whenever there is a turmoil, you can see their shadow. If the king of God knows about this killing, he may take action."

Just after the words had fallen, a long rainbow shot from the sky. It was a picture scroll. The world in the painting was manifesting. There were mountains and water, and the sun and the moon were changing.

And in that hazy painting world, there is a white figure, standing proud.

The old man suddenly raised his head and looked dull.

Then, a green grass mustard grows in the ruins, swaying and vigorous, and its limbs rapidly grow larger, covering Qin Meng's head with green light.

It's the power of life.

Similarly, the green grass mustard is also covered with Fang Xuexue, and the power of life has not entered her body to repair their injuries.

Boom!

Outside Weicheng, dozens of miles away, on the path, a three meter tall golden beast rushed to come, and on its shoulder, a young figure was sitting.

And behind it, there is a tall and powerful white horse, closely following.

About a few minutes or so, the golden beast stepped into Weicheng, its voice like thunder, startled many people.

"It's him, Li Yi, disciple of the Fifth Academy. He's here." I don't know who called out. The news came quickly and the whole Weicheng was boiling.Li Yi is here.

Ten days later, he reappeared.

People are still coming to the mansion, but the news is coming.

Many young geniuses were moved and killed. Li Yi came. Moreover, he didn't cover it up at all and drove his mount to come.

Among the ruins, the fighting stopped.

Bai Yu's thousands of killing are blocked by the son. In the process of the final hit, he suffers heavy damage and retreats again and again.

The three powerful men with a strong sense of heaven and earth were staring at the figure of the world in the painting. None of them had thought that the calligrapher, who had been indifferent to the world for a thousand years, was born.

Whoa!

White Jade Snow horse gallops to come, feel the breath of white feather wave, it is more excited.

At this time, deep in the sky, Shangguan's indifferent voice echoed: "calligrapher, what do you mean?"

The world in the painting is as peaceful and silent as ever. The figure in white is swaying and swaying. It seems that it does not exist in the world and is illusory.

Seeing that the man in the painting did not speak, Shangguan's face sank: "do you want to be the enemy of the holy land?"

Finally, the white figure moved, a few wisps of hair flying with the wind, he picked up his head slightly, voice if nothing: "I come to stop fighting."

Shangguan sneered: "stop fighting? Can't you see demons running rampant

"There are no demons in the world, only those who have a bad heart are demons."

Shangguan said in a cold voice: "no demons? Have you forgotten the great war a thousand years ago? Who have you forgotten on the Wutai Mountain

The calligrapher shook his head and didn't seem to want to talk about this topic. He whispered: "stop fighting!"

Shangguan's eyes were fixed and his mouth was low: "impossible. The demon must be cut off."

The calligrapher didn't speak any more. The world in the painting became more and more ethereal and ethereal. Then, a few wisps of ink and brush came out from the painting, and the law fluctuated strongly.

Whoa!

Pen and ink into a river, vast, chaotic world, more like thousands of horses galloping down.

Shangguan sneered and sneered, and a green sword was cut out in his body, and all kinds of gods burst out, just like the sword God's chop, and went straight to the river of pen and ink in front of him.

Boom!

The collision of the divine king's attack, the breath wave touched and spread rapidly, the sky was dim, the earth collapsed, and there were strong ups and downs in the sky hundreds of miles around.

People are in a daze.

Fortunately, the ancient city has mysterious power to protect, otherwise it has turned into dust.

Long Wan'er looks pale, swallowing a mouthful of regular foam, palpitating opening: "grandfather."

The old man's eyes were deep: "don't worry. They are just trying and can't fight."

The battle at King level is too terrible. If the strength of the two sides is not very different, they can hardly kill each other. If the war goes on, it will only lead to heavy damage to both sides.

Therefore, after a strike to explore, each other also have understanding, equal strength, not easy to hand.

The old man also said: "there is a scholar in, he can suppress Shangguan, and the king of God will not move."

Long Wan'er said: "there are three strong people who can connect with heaven."

The old man swept his eyes and immediately stepped forward: "the next life and death can only depend on themselves."