Chapter 70 Strong Man

Chapter 70 Strong Cuccubine

Zhong Shan's Kaitian three styles, the strongest palm seal of the battle.

No matter what the reason was, everyone believed that Zhong Shan blocked the saint's blow. When the ancestors looked at Zhongshan again, they did not gloat at the beginning, but trembled.

This Zhong Shan is too powerful, and this big one is too weird.

Even the saint has suffered losses in the hands of Zhongshan many times.

However, people don't care about these, but about Zhong Shan's last words.

You don't have a chance again? Is there no chance for fluorescence? What do you mean?

Even the fluorescence in the sky is also an accident.

Just then, Zhong Shan waved his hand gently.

The officials behind him quickly made way from the center.

"Wow!"

The gate of the Long Lives Hall suddenly opened.

Slowly, from the gate, the figures wrapped in black robes came out one by one.

They were wrapped in black robes one by one, but they did not hide their powerful breath.

There are eleven in total, and the powerful breath of eleven ancestral fairyland came out of the Iglife Hall.

Ancestor fairy? Are there still eleven ancestral immortals hidden in the big one? How come? How is that possible? Why didn't Zhong Shan come out at the beginning? Who are they? What does it have to do with the big one?

The ancestors around him showed surprise.

In the empty pavilion.

Mozi and Mitian also sat down again. When they saw the eleven figures coming out of the Longsheng Hall, Mitian was surprised again and said, "Ancestor fairy? Eleven? The skeleton family? "

Eleven ancestors slowly walked to Zhongshan. Under the eyes of everyone, they came side by side, and only one walked in the front.

"Commander of the Ninth Army, Wang Skell, see the Holy King!" Wang Kui said with a slight bow.

"See the Holy King!" Ten ancestors shouted together. They shouted together.

Da Wei's minister? Another eleven ancestors?

Above the distant starry sky, the ancestors brought by the curse of heaven took a breath of cold air, big? Do you still have ancestral immortals? So powerful?

The god also stared at Zhongshan below. When he saw the eleven ancestors worshipping Zhongshan, his eyes suddenly narrowed.

Eleven ancestors? It's enough for the saint to be slightly afraid.

In the high sky of Lingxiao's heavenly court, his confused face was ugly for a while. Although the injury just now was nothing, there was a little bit after all, but it was still easy to destroy Zhongshan. Unfortunately, now, there are suddenly eleven more ancestral immortals and ministers, which is a little tricky.

Eleven ancestors have just finished worshipping. At this moment, countless strong people in all directions suddenly changed their faces.

In the southeast, suddenly there was a vast breath, and it was the ancestor fairy again? And it's still a large group of ancestors?

In a blink of an eye, the group of ancestors flew in.

The ancestral fairy flew in, and the king's skeleton suddenly rose on guard.

Zhong Shan waved his hand and stopped Wang Ske! Stop the military minister!'s army!

"Wow!"

A gust of wind blew, and ten figures stopped in the air.

As soon as the ten figures stopped, some officials of the big man suddenly showed joy, because they saw a big man in it, Luo Xingchen.

Especially Mr. Corpse, Mr. Corpse looked at Luo Xingchen slightly unexpectedly, and Luo Xingchen actually reached the ancestral fairy? What adventure did he have?

Ten people looked around, and then quickly fell in front of the Long Lives Hall with the leader.

Ten ancestors came to the big one? Who are they? A large number of onlookers showed a sense of surprise.

is the first thin man in black robe. He stepped forward and suddenly worshipped Zhong Shan.

"The commander of the 11th Army, Shen Gongbao, with the minister, to meet the Holy King!" Shen Gongbao's courtesy is very heavy.

"Shen Gongbao?"

As soon as the name

came out, countless strong people in all directions shouted. The disaster star Shen Gongbao? Shen Gongbao, who killed countless masters?

This is nothing, the main sentence 'Commander of the Eleventh Army'? And the 'big minister'?

"See the Holy King!" Luo Xingchen and eight other ancestors bowed respectfully.

"Good, Shen Qing, thank you for your hard work!" Zhong Shan immediately picked up Shen Gongbao, a scene suitable for kings and ministers.

The scene of the king and minister is naturally the best in the eyes of the big people, but in the eyes of the onlookers and confusion, it is extremely eye-catching.

Is it the ancestor of the big one again?

"You have come for me. Thank you very much, Zhongshan. If you want to join me, Zhongshan will definitely live up to you!" Zhongshan is facing the eight ancestors.

"We naturally come here to join the big one and meet the Holy King!" Eight people said again.

"Good, good, good!" Zhongshan was satisfied.

What a touching scene of recruiting talents, but this touching scene became more and more dazzling when looking at the confused eyes.

Twenty-one? Twenty-one more ancestors in a blink of an eye? Is there any mistake?

Even the magic spell in the distant starry sky and others also held their breath and looked at this scene, as if they didn't want to believe what their eyes saw.

As for the ancestors who were about to fall into the well, they were holding their breath one by one at this moment, and their unconvinced, unwilling and bitter emotions instantly filled their hearts.

Da Wei? There are 21 more ancestral immortals. This, this is still a stone under the well. The confusion in the sky does not dare to touch the edge.

Da Wei actually has twenty-six ancestors? Is this still a small holy court? No, Zhong Shan is even more perverted. Unexpectedly, Ying suffered a loss for a long time.

Zhong Shan seemed to be not good enough. He turned his head and looked at the Hall of Long Lives again.

A group of ancestors also followed Zhongshan to the Changsheng Hall.

"Pa, Pa, Pa...!"

Thick voices slowly came from the Changsheng Hall. It is also a kind of breath of ancestral immortals coming from the inside.

People stared at it and looked inside.

In the hall, a huge white wolf slowly stepped out. The white wolf stepped out, and his body suddenly changed to a hundred feet in size, and the powerful ancestral fairy breath was emitted by the white wolf.

But the white wolf in the ancestral fairyland is just like a mount. Because there is still a person standing above it.

A person who can trample the wolf clan in the ancestral fairyland as a mount?

"Emperor Xuanqi?" The curse of heaven in the distant starry sky suddenly shouted.

The fluorescence in the high air changed its sad face. I also know Ying Dou, Di Xuanqi?

Is it actually the emperor Xuanqi? Is he also in Dalai?

Who else can trample on the wolf clan in the ancestral fairyland willingly? There is only one person in the world, that is Emperor Xuanyu!

Emperor Xuanqi did not release the power of the ancestral immortals. It is not that he did not doubt that he was a fake. However, from the whole of Emperor Xuanqi and the hundred-foot giant wolf, he felt the unique blood breath of Emperor Xuanqi at the entrance of the Holy Land of Shitian.

is the breath of Emperor Xuanqi. The wolf clan in the world can have that noble blood breath, only Emperor Xuanqi is the only one. Emperor Xuanqi did not release the power of the ancestral immortals in front of him, because he disdained it!

A burst of sadness in my heart, fight again? Can we fight again?

I just fought with Zhongshan, and I was a little created. Now Zhongshan's strength is strong again. If you fight again, there will be 22 more ancestral immortals in Zhongshan, and more of the perverted emperor Xuanyu.

What to fight with?

The confusion seems to be sober at this moment. Staring at the Lingxiao Tianting below, I had mixed feelings in my heart. A kind of depression that can't be vented goes straight to the depths of my heart. Why is it like this? Why is it like this?

: I can't see everyone's comments on the fourth day of going out, and I don't know how the chapters are in the past few days, but I still ask for it in advance! RO