Immortal Voices

The heavy light surrounded by magic repair felt the unknown eyes of everyone, and retorted in a hard tone: "I didn't ..."

"Do you want to deny it? Sixteen years ago, you and the owner of Ziwei City acted together. What did you want to do? Three years ago, I saw you again in the Yu clan. You want to tell me that you are going to play. Isn't it known that Jin Long, whose vest has been sacked down, is polite and ironic.

Hearing this, Chongguang was still okay, but Shen Jiuliu clenched his sword: "Chongguang and Qingbo are indeed a group."

"You are looking for an artifact." Jin Long said with certainty.

It swayed close to the heavy light: "You want artifacts, too."

It suddenly turned around and jumped up into the void, and Long Yin burst into anger, making countless practitioners all look at the sky.

The thick and desolate voice sounded, as if the magic sound was filling the ears, straight into the heart: "In Xiao Qianjie, don't try to find an artifact again, and don't let this seat hear the word" artifact "again, no matter who has the courage to commit this Taboo, kill without pardon. "

A ‘kill without amnesty’, said that the murderousness is soaring, and that the domineering is aggressive.

At this moment, everyone seemed to be full of wolf smoke, bones like mountains, and blood flowing like blood.

The crowd widened their eyes, their bodies were straight, their muscles were tight, lest they be misunderstood by Jinlong because of their bad attitude.

The golden dragon hovered over everyone's heads, as if hanging a sharp blade hanging from them at any time, it was frightening.

It spoke again, as if a shrine that no one could disobey: "Yu Xiaomen, erase! Light, die."

The voice dropped and made a loud noise.

Everyone looked back, and saw that the direction in which Chongguang had stood before was occupied by all the magic repairs. Regardless of the height of the cultivation, they attacked Chongguang. Even if they exploded, they would pull Chongguang together to die. They only have one purpose to complete the Lord command.

Chong Guang finally died, under the besieging of Moxiu.

He finally glanced at the disciples again, and closed his eyes with regret.

He wanted an artifact, but he wanted to take the entire Yu Xiaomen to ascend, and wanted to leave this small world with his apprentices and see the wider landscape, but unfortunately it didn't materialize.

At that time, he and Qingbo jointly shot against the Yu people and they should have thought that they would have such a day, but in the end they still could not bear to apprentices.

In the end, he couldn't escape.

People should not have delusions.

"Master ..." Anyang and Lu Yuan softened their legs and knelt down.

They never thought that Master would leave himself one day, or leave with such an ugly and tragic gesture.

The old master who loves to make fun of his apprentices, and has been pretending to be stupid all day, is gone, and no one will tease them anymore.

But their hearts seemed to be empty, and they were not satisfied.

Chongguang died, and there was no dead body.

Without waiting for everyone to return to God, a huge palm descended from the sky and pressed directly towards a group of disciples such as Anyang such as Anyang.

"It's awful." Tsinghua looked at this scene, her face changed greatly.

Yangming, Sixin, and Shen Jiuliu were there, and this palm will certainly turn into a deep pit, and those who are still there will have no vitality.

Lu ancestors are not calm anymore, and the descendants of his family are also there. Is this group of magic repairs going to wipe out the disciples of Yu Xiaomen?

After the two reacted, they desperately rushed towards Anyang and others to protect the innocent young people.

But they knew that with such powerful power, it was already difficult for them to protect several people.

'boom! ’A loud bang.

A huge palm print smashed a deep pit on the ground. On the edge of the deep pit, Lu Laozu was protecting several figures and was crumbling, and at a glance he knew that he was seriously injured.

Lu Laozu held Anyang and Lu Yuan in his hands. Under his aura of energy, Tsinghua held Yang Ming, Si Xin, and Shen Jiu Liu tightly.

With a bang, Lu Zuo couldn't hold himself anymore and fell to the ground.

"Old ancestors." Lu Yuanhong shouted anxiously in his eyes.

Not far from them, the black crow retracted his hand and gave a flick, his face eager to try: "Be daring, really daring, even dare to stop my attack."

While talking, he rolled his palms again and ruthlessly patted at the landing ancestors and others.

Above their heads, the majestic Jinlong exudes a dull and flicking tail, with no intention of stopping, even if it is the acquaintance who will be killed by the black crow.

Well, it doesn't believe that the people of the holy mountain will watch the black crow openly killing the ring.

When Lu Laozu and others closed their eyes and waited to die, a more arrogant palm confronted the attack of the Black Crow.

The collision sound produced by Reiki was extremely loud, and the howling wind was blowing in front of everyone, flying sand and rocks, and the crisis was pervading.

The golden dragon's huge dragon head turned around, and as expected, they really shot, hey.

After the waves of energy collisions disappeared, everyone knew who was stopping the Black Crow's attack.

That is the three elders of the holy mountain.

After the three elders stopped the black crow's attack, the retracted hand trembled slightly due to pain, but his action was to sting the horse honeycomb.

Bai Song walked to the black crow with a cold face, staring at the three elders with stare eyes, and the aura of righteousness and evil suddenly emerged: "Are the three elders ready to fight with me?"

Chen Jin squeezed his fists and said with a 'black crow-style' excitement: "Do you want to fight? I can't wait."

Seeing that things were going in a worse direction, Wu Zhen shook her figure and came to the center of the two sides.

He looked at Jin Longdao with deep eyes: "You just watch them fight?"

Golden Dragon drifted through the clouds, with a majestic voice and a relentless remark: "The subordinates of this seat are only performing tasks."

What it means is that Zhenzhen understands that Moxiu is performing tasks. Anyone who blocks them is an obstacle, so hitting it is an inevitable result.

Qi Zhen glanced at the countless disciples of Yuxiaomen who died under the palm of the Black Crow, and his eyes sank, emphasizing: "Only Luyuan and Yangming are left in Yuxiaomen."

He stepped back to the three elders and said in action that he was on the same front as them, and then he said, "It's enough."

Jinlong knows that Zhen Zhen is expressing his position. If he let his subordinates continue to make trouble, not only the people of Haotian Xianzong will intervene, but Zhen Zhen will also stand on its opposite side.

Although it is not afraid to be hostile to so many people, it is obviously not willing to waste time here.

Jinlong immediately made a decision. The huge dragon's eye flashed, and after a long yell from the sky, he indifferently ordered: "Come back."

The words fell, and the magicians around them immediately turned back to their original positions. They knelt in the blood and the corpse, and looked at the golden dragon in the void with a burning look, as if they were looking at their own gods.

It seemed that Jinlong spoke to let them commit suicide, and they would not hesitate.

In such a scene, a group of righteous monks watched with cold.

"Another peace of mind and respect for the Lord." The elder said solemnly.

The three elders echoed, "That's true."