Chapter 481 Old man, hide very deeply

Jinlian Zhanji shook the golden gun, and a hot Sunday fire rolled out. She sneered, "No qualification? Ha ha, Shen Ku Zen, don't you know the origin of Tianwu Temple and the Oriental Family? After the war in the ancient holy domain, the Golden Lotus Department of the Eight Holy Kings handed down two Sunday divine fires to practice martial arts. One branch is the Oriental family, and the other is the Tianwu Temple of the Holy Religion. The two veins practice Sunday divine fire. It is indeed martial arts of the same sect. I killed you today to clean up the door.

Sang Ku Zen roared, "Don't talk nonsense, little bitch, let's see how you kill me!" With that, he raised the Xuantie ring stick and smashed it at Dongfang Tianjiao, and nine paragraphs returned to his original strength! The wind is blowing, the sky and the earth are changing, and the sky is full of stick shadows, and the momentum is extremely powerful.

Jinlian Zhanji stepped on Tianbao Jinlian and flew into the air, and a shot was stabbed out. The wind and thunder roared, and there was the sound of dragons singing in the air. As soon as this shot came out, nine golden dragons flew out. The dragon waved its tail and roared, blocking the attack of ginseng Zen back. Jinlian Zhanji swept with one shot, and Jiulong tossed, smashed the Xuantie ring stick of Shenku Zen. Jinlian Zhanji shook her hand again and stabbed it out, "poor" and pierced the Shenku Zen through her heart with a chill!

After Jinlian Zhanji's war soul controlled the Oriental Tianjiao Lingfu, her cultivation has increased a lot again. This gun name is "nine-turned golden dragon", which is the peak of the nine-stage cultivation, and the withered Zen can stop it!

Jinlian Zhanji flew down and shook her hand and threw Shen Ku Zen in front of Master Yulong. Shen Ku Zen's chest and abdomen were bleeding, but she was breathless. She reached out and grabbed Master Yulong's sleeve and begged, "Master...Master...Master, save me..."

Master Yulong scolded, "Sirvil beast, you know that today, I have never taught you!" Speaking of hand rise and fall, one palm beat the ginseng Zen into a burst of brain and death, which can be regarded as a complete cleanup of the door.

Shen Ku Zen was killed, and the situation changed greatly. All the monks of Tianwu Temple in front of the hall turned to Master Yulong. The eldest prince's expression changed slightly, and he forced himself to keep calm. He gave Yu Feilong a wink. Yu Feilong stepped out of the array and pointed the long dragon to Yun Zheng, "Yun, I challenge you. How dare you fight?"

Yun Zheng smiled and said, "General Yu, I have long wanted to fight with you. Today, you threw yourself into the trap, and I can't ask for it." With that, he fanned the light wings behind him and flew out, standing three feet away from the feather dragon.

Yu Feilong said, "With martial arts, do you dare not compete with me with the skills of both martial arts?" With that, the giant swept over, as if to knock down a mountain.

Yun Zheng sneered and said, "Ming Wurong will be integrated. Ming is Wu, and Wu is Ming. This is the realm of Tianwu. Can't you understand it?" With a palm raised, the yellow thunder and fire shrouded in golden light, and the ground shook the mountain!

Boom-

The scene was full of thunder and fire, and the earth and stone giants shot like mountains were smashed by the thunder of the heavenly vein.

Yun Zheng stepped out, the thunder shone and roared, and the thunder god trampled! Lian Yu Feilong, and the 200 Feilong warrior elites in front of the hall were all trapped in the mine array. Those with low cultivation were immediately killed, and those with better cultivation were also chopped and scarred.

Yun Zheng's palms were turned down, and the sky was thunderous!

Once the Tiansha thunder disaster with the cultivation of the realm of the Holy Heavenly Warriors is used, the field is full of dense purple thunder bombardment. Yu Feilong and others can't escape. They are bombarded by the thunder that there is no scum left. After the thunderstorm, there is only a green smoke left on the field. Yu Feilong was bombarded, and even his shadow disappeared. Although the end was miserable, he deserved it.

The eldest prince finally couldn't calm down, his face was as gray, and he was so scared that he took a few steps back. He couldn't help pointing forward and shivering, "You, you, do you want to rebel? All monks, now is the time for the dynasty to need you. Hurry up and kill these traitors surnamed Yun!" As he spoke, he looked left and right.

The Beast Hall, Tianshu Nanyuan and Yunhai Shenyuan, naturally refused to stand up for him, and the suzerains of all factions shook their heads one after another. Even some sect practitioners who originally stood on the same front with him also began to waver and moved one after another, trying to stand on Yun Zheng's side.

The eldest prince looked at Minghuang, "Minghuang, it's time to repay the kindness of the dynasty to you."

The emperor respected his complicated mind and hesitated, "The eldest prince...I...you, but they...I..."

At this time, there was a thunderous sound from the air, "What am I? Your life is mine today." A blue light flew from the sky and arrived in front of the main hall of the Holy Palace. As soon as the light was collected, a man stood in front of everyone. The man was tall, covered in a black robe, and had a wind of dust.

As soon as she saw this figure, Han Yue shouted happily, "Grandpa." Yun Zheng couldn't help laughing and said, "Old man, you are finally willing to die. Didn't you boast that you have a nine-grade realm? Show it to me.

The person who came is the old god. He has not heard from him for four years. His appearance and voice have not changed much, but his internal spiritual power has become stronger. He walked step by step to Minghuang Chong, frowned and asked, "Who are you? Which inscription teacher are you?

Grandpa God sneered and stretched out his hand to take off the hood and cloth towel on his head, revealing his true face.

When Minghuang saw his face, he couldn't help but be shocked and said, "Jing...Jing Shentong!"

Jing Tianfang and Jing Se's father and daughter of Yunhai Shenyuan also showed surprise. Jing Se said, "Grandpa." Jing Tianfang shouted, "Father."

The people in front of the palace suddenly rose up**, "What? Is this man Jing Shentong? Isn't that the Minghuang of the previous generation? Have you heard that he disappeared from the sea of demons more than ten years ago?

Yun Zheng's surprise was stronger than them. The old god grandfather who taught him a lot of inscriptions was actually the grandfather of Jingse, and he was the magic power of the previous generation. At that moment, Yun Zheng didn't know what to say, but hated, "Old man, you hide so deeply."

Grandpa Jing Shentong smiled proudly, "Bad boy, Grandpa has eaten more salt than you have eaten. If Grandpa's background is easy for you to guess, I'm still fooling."

Minghuang Chongjing finally calmed down, "Jing Shentong, how dare you come back to Yujing City? Have you forgotten the original vow?"

Jing Shentong said, "Of course, I will not break the oath. Twelve years ago, in order to suppress the power of our Yunhai Temple, the Holy Emperor and you jointly designed to deceive me out of Yujing. At that time, I made a vow that as long as the Holy Emperor reigned for a day, I would never step into the Jade Capital. But now that the Holy Emperor is dead, of course I will come back. Chongjing, do you know that I also made a poisonous oath?

Minghuang Chongjing shook his head and said, "I don't know, what kind of poison oath is that?"

Jing Shentong sneered, "That poisonous oath is that if I don't kill you with my own hands, I swear not to be a human!" With that, he looked forward with his right hand and had launched an attack on Emperor Ming. Minghuang Chongjing had been guarding him for a long time, and now he took a counterattack, and the two started their hands in front of the hall with inscriptions.

Both of them have nine-pin Tong Xuan cultivation. After fighting for a while, they each turned into their own divine thoughts. The Minghuang respected the earthy yellow and honest star river picture, while the old god grandpa turned into a blue galaxy. The two star river shadows collided and fought inexperable.

Jinglian Zhanji Yuwen Jingyan Lingfu has ancient memories, and actually knows the natural talent of the blue galaxy transformed by the old god grandfather. "Yun Zheng, this old gentleman's natural talent is extraordinary. It turned out to be the seven killer stars among the nine stars in the sky. Although it is not as rare as your Purple Emperor Star, it is still a rare natural talent. ."

Jing Shentong and Minghuang fought for a long time. Jing Shentong suddenly shouted, "Bad boy, why don't you come to help? Do you want Grandpa to kill him alone? Can you sit down and enjoy the success?"

Yun Zheng laughed and scolded, "Old man, I feel at a loss even if I have a little more strength. I'm coming." Speaking of becoming a purple star cluster, the bright purple light sword joined the battle group.

Minghuang suddenly struggled and scolded repeatedly, "Jing Shentong, you old thief, just said that you want to fight alone. How can you find someone to help?"

Grandpa laughed and said, "Grandpa only said that he would kill you with his own hands, but he didn't say that he would fight alone. Good son and good granddaughter, come up quickly to help the battle, and Minghuang, who is so angry.

Jing Tianfang and Jing Se's father and daughter answered and joined the battle group. The two hated the Ming Emperor, who calculated Jing's magic power. As soon as they fought, they used all their strength, which made Ming Huang suddenly clumsy and dangerous.

As soon as he called his good grandson, Han Yue also promised to rush over, wearing ice lotus armor and shining the ice magic needle. Suddenly, the field was full of frost and fog and snowflakes.

Jinglian Zhanji Yuwen Jingyan also joined the battle group, "I'm also here to join in the fun."

The eldest prince stared at Yuwen Xiangtian and Yuwen Pixian's father and son, "What are you waiting for?" The father and son joined the battle group to help Emperor Ming resist the offensive.

Several people tried their best. Minghuang turned into a starlight group, Yuwen Xiangtian turned out his own talent Iron Wall King Kong, and Yuwen Pi showed that he could resist with the original talent of breaking the army star. Yunzheng is the purple light group of the purple emperor, but Jingse is covered with a pink light fog. It looks very beautiful. Jinglian Zhanji turns into a blue left auxiliary starlight, and Hanyue turns into a frost and cold dragon.

Several people were belligerent, and the Ming Emperor gradually fell into the wind. Then Mo Beichou, the patriarch of Tianshu Nanyuan, led Yin Nanxing to join the battle group. Mo Beichou said, "It's really enjoyable to bully more and less." Yin Nanxing said, "Master, it's shameful enough. Are you still shouting that people don't know how many of us bully people?"

Mo Bei was sad and said, "Yes, I just want to bully Minghuang and respect him. How can I know if I don't call him?"

Minghuang supported hard, but scolded in his heart. Several old thieves, are I short-sighted? I can't even count a few enemies.

With the help of so many masters, no matter how high the Minghuang's cultivation is, he can't resist it. First of all, Yu Wen Pixian was slapped by Mo Beicou's palm and his heart was abandoned. His divine cultivation was immediately abolished. He was also thrown out by the violent divine power and fell to the ground seriously injured. Then the Ming Emperor was pierced by thousands of purple light swords, and all the veins were broken and completely abandoned. Grandpa God kept his word, condensed a short sword, and cut off the Ming Emperor's head with a bang.

As soon as Yuwen Xiangtian saw it, his soul flew away and turned his head and wanted to escape. He was caught up by the cold dragon turned by Hanyue in a few steps, and a group of dragon breath spit out and froze him into an ice sculpture. Jing Tianfang patted it with one palm and patted the ice sculpture into pieces.