Chapter 727 This is the Hall of Death
Three days later, Zhu Zhu recovered.
"What a horrible golden monster!" Zhu Zhu bit his silver teeth.
The golden monster's half-imperial cultivation, but now Zhu Zhu's strength has also reached the half-imperial level, but he can't compete with the golden monster and can only escape.
"It seems that there is still a gap between the half emperor and the half emperor... Also, there is a gap in each class, otherwise Master Zhu can't challenge!" Zhu Zhu suddenly became enlightened.
Half emperor, involving an imperial character, how can it be simple?
When he figured this out, he realized that the trial of the 24th heaven may be related to this golden monster.
"Go! Let's meet this golden monster again for a while!"
Zhu Zhu came out of the cave and flew to the place where the war three days ago, but he had lost the trace of the golden monster.
"The 24th day is about 100,000 miles, and it is not difficult to find this golden monster!"
Zhu Zhu spread his wings and flew high, and his spirit went out for a walk, looking for the golden monster.
......
"Are you ready?" Zhu Kongman stared at Yi Xun and asked heavily.
Yi Xun nodded respectfully and said, "Master, I'm ready to go at any time!"
Zhu Kong was silent for a long time, "Then let's go!"
It's easy to get the order.
With the order of Zhu Kongman, the suzerain of Xuantian, the whole Xuantian started to operate, and a legion came out of the Pig Emperor Hall and headed for the depths of the divine meteorite mountains.
At the same time, the royal beast family also made a move. The major legions were fully equipped. Under the order of Ping Keer, they went out of the royal beast jungle, entered the Pig Emperor Hall, and entered the divine meteorite Mountains through the Pig Emperor Hall.
For a while, the meteorite continent caused a sensation.
The Xuantian Alliance and the human leaders will jointly fight against [destruction]. There will inevitably be a fierce battle between the two sides. No matter who wins or loses, it will inevitably have a strong impact on the divine meteorite continent and affect the continental pattern.
"Do you want to compare this time?" Danfeng looked at Li Yun with a smile.
"Compaper."
Dan Feng's eyes lit up and nodded with a smile: "What is better than?"
"Whatever!"
"Well, that's stronger than the kings who hunted, and there are more! What about the lottery, or the corpses of these kings, Master Feng won. The corpses of the king you hunted this time are all Master Feng's. Of course, Mr. Feng lost, everything is yours, how about it?
"Yes."
Danfeng said with a smile, "That's good! Last time I won you, Master Feng will definitely win this time!"
"Hmm!" Li Yun snorted coldly, "Not necessarily!"
"Then wait and see!"
"Go!"
Danfeng shouted, narrowed his eyes, glanced at the fighters of the two legions, and issued an order.
Wo! Oh!
The two legions are like one, following Danfeng and flying towards the teleportation array, with amazing momentum.
Looking at the departing Danfeng, Li Yun's eyes burst into a cold light: "Let's go!"
Behind him, more than a thousand warriors in black robes and surrounded by black fog quietly followed him and flew to the teleportation array.
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"Miaoluo, don't go this time!" Zhu Kongman stared at the wonderful fairy.
"No!"
Miaoluo Fairy shook her head, "The Death Hall is also the entrance of Xuantian, and the brothers and sisters in the hall are all our Xuantian's old disciples. We may not be as good as Wuhua Hall, but everyone wants to do their part for Xuantian. No one is willing to bear the cultivation of the sect without paying. Out!"
"I have to go as their master!"
"Miaoluo, this battle with [destruction] is definitely not as simple as you think. To be honest, we have no idea... What's more, Xiaoluo can't live without you!" Dan Ling hugged Xiaoluo like an elf and comforted her.
Miaoluo fairy stretched out her hand and gently stroked her daughter's cheek twice. Xiaoluo seemed to understand what her mother wanted to do, and a lovely worry appeared in her eyes, "Mom..."
"Master, uncle, you don't have to persuade me. I must go to this battle. Whether it's for the brothers and sisters of Death Hall, for Brother Pig, or for myself and Xiao Luo, I must go!"
Miaoluo Fairy looked at Zhu Kongman and Dan Ling.
"We don't have much time..."
Miaoluo Fairy stretched Xiaoluo's wrinkled clothes, with a kind face and sighed faintly.
Zhu Kong was silent for a long time and nodded slowly, "Be careful, I'll beg the boss!"
After saying that, Zhu Kongman turned around and left.
Dan Ling looked at the determined appearance of the fairy Miaoluo, took out a Xumi bag from her arms and handed it to the Miaoluo fairy: "Be careful, uncle doesn't have anything good. There are some elixir in it. You can take it!"
"Thank you, uncle!"
An hour later, the figure of Miaoluo Fairy appeared in the Death Hall.
"Master, how's the discussion going?" As soon as he saw the Miaoluo Fairy, Song Ming rushed over, full of expectation. As Song Ming opened his mouth, the disciples of the Death Hall who were waiting in the Hall of Death Hall also came over, with a longing in his eyes.
Miaoluo Fairy looked solemnly and swept through more than a thousand disciples in front of her. These were all the disciples of Death Hall and Xuantian's Death Legion. Looking at these brothers and sisters who had followed her since the period of Xuantianzong, she sighed slightly in her heart. How many of these brothers and sisters can come back safely in this war?
"Have you decided? You should know that this war is bound to be fierce, and everyone is likely to be destroyed!"
Song Ming's eyes stared, and his originally beautiful face showed ferociousness: "The master laughed, so what if the whole army was destroyed? Our lives and our souls have been integrated into Xuantian, and we are willing to die for Xuantian!"
"Hey... Lord, it's not that you don't know us people. Although our talents are not good and our strength are not the top in the major legions of Xuantian, we are not afraid of hardships, fatigue, sweating, bleeding, and death. For more than 100 years, we have been practicing hard and practicing hard. ...I'm waiting for today! What I'm waiting for is to fight for Xuantian today!"
Wang Qi grinned and his eyes were red.
"Lord, we are not afraid of death!" Song Ming grinned and his eyes turned red.
Song Ming and Wang Qi are both old people in the era of Xuantianzong. Since Zhu Zhu had the idea of controlling Xuantianzong, they have joined Zhu Zhu and made great contributions to Zhu's control of Xuantianzong andzhuang da Xuantianzong.
With the growth of Xuantianzong, their cultivation could not keep up, which hindered Xuantian's development. At that time, Zhu Zhu made it to let them gradually retreat from the leadership of Xuantian and arrange for their retirement.
They didn't complain, handed over their power and became a leisure person, or use their private words to describe it as "waste!"
In their hearts, they are waste, the waste that has been eliminated.
Later, the Death Hall was established, and they were taken under the command of Miaoluo Fairy. They were unwilling to be lonely and asked Miaoluo Fairy to give them a chance...
They have been in the fourth heaven of the Pig Emperor Hall for more than 100 years. They adhere to the concept of hard work. The cultivation methods of other disciples are very cruel, but they are even more cruel, ten times more than 100 times cruel.
Originally, there were only more than 500 people. With the growth of Xuantian, more and more people joined them. In their heyday, they had 100,000 disciples.
These 100,000 disciples have made great contributions to the sect, but their cultivation could not keep up with the development of the sect and were arranged to retire in the Death Hall.
However, everyone is a group of people who are unwilling to be lonely, especially watching the development of other halls and other disciples becoming stronger and stronger, they are unwilling...
In the past hundred years of hard practice, there is no shortage of resources and no lack of environment. They have survived to this day with one breath in their hearts. It can be said that their will is as hard as steel and walking on the edge of life and death.
Many brothers and sisters have fallen on the road of practice and practiced themselves to death.
Death Hall!
Because Miaoluo Fairy has a title, Death Witch, her eloquence is called Death Hall.
However, in the eyes of all Xuantian's disciples, they don't think so. The Death Hall is the Death Hall, and the mortality rate is extremely high. Many new disciples of Xuantian will be pale and frightened when they hear the old people talking about the Death Hall.
After more than 100 years of hard work, many brothers and sisters around them have left, and fewer and fewer people around them have been reduced from 100,000 people to more than 1,000 people today.
What is everyone insisting until today?
is just for the tone in my heart!
That unyielding anger!
After waiting for a hundred years, they are waiting for such an opportunity to prove their own opportunity and contribute to the sect. How can they let go?
Now, what is in front of them is nothing more than death. Have they experienced less death in the past hundred years?
"Lord, give us a chance!" An old Xuantian sighed.
"Yes! Lord, just give us a chance. Even if we die, we will admit it!"
"We live now to contribute the last contribution to the sect. In any case, give us a chance!"
"Master..."
There was some noise in the hall of Death Hall. These disciples of Death Hall had red eyes and begged for Miaoluo fairies, and some even knelt on the ground and prayed for a chance for them.
Miaoluo Fairy's eyes were slightly red, and her redness was different from these disciples. She was moved.
Death Hall is a place for retirement.
Death Hall, there is no shortage of various resources.
Death Hall has a different meaning in all the mouths of Xuantian.
"Hee, everyone, get up! Aren't all the masters here? This expedition is related to our mysterious foundation. How can our Death Hall let go of this opportunity? Miaoluo Fairy smiled, but tears flashed in her glasses.
"Really?" Song Ming lost his voice, with tears flowing in his eyes.
Miaoluo Fairy nodded with great certainty.
"Haha... I, Song Ming, can finally contribute to the sect again... It's been a hundred years... Hundred years..."
"And I, Wang Qi..."
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