Peerless Battle Spirit

"The birthday party has begun?"

Qin Nanyi, immediately running the **** of war, directly to the Zongmen.

Just listening to the sound of a bang, a huge palace with a length of several thousand feet and a width of six hundred feet, rising slowly from the ground, covered with a huge shadow, suspended in the air, around the palace, hanging down Hundreds of light, dazzling!

Qin Nan saw it at a glance. In the depths of this huge palace, there is a humanoid spirit, and hundreds of large arrays are running.

"I am afraid that this is the head of the six major temples, it is a device of the king!" Qin Nan took a deep breath and continued to read.

When the main hall of the church was raised, from the main entrance of the main hall, a colorful ray of light was spurted out. This colorful ray of light was actually condensed into nine hundred and ninety-nine steps, slowly falling down and falling on the white jade field.

This white jade dojo has been remodeled. On both sides of it, a table banquet is placed. Each table is made of Taikoo Star Stone. The seats are made of millennium mahogany. As for the table, it is placed. A delicious dish, such as the dragon king bone soup, mad cow king meat, etc., also placed dozens of bottles of wine, the value is extraordinary, a total of four hundred tables.

In addition, from the Tianfeng Mountain into the Baiyu Dojo, the door stood full of 400 foreign disciples, dressed in robes, standing on both sides to greet the guests.

"The four hundred tables, I am afraid, are all seats for the disciples. As for the teaching hall, only the distinguished and distinguished, can enter." Qin Nan secretly screamed.

At this time, there was a rush of empty air in the sky. I saw a middle-aged man with a sword-eye eagle, and a long sword with a length of ten feet. The sword gas evolved into a dragon faucet and teared. Cracking the void, coming down.

When the middle-aged man came to the Baiyu Dojo, he stepped in a footstep. The giant sword under his feet turned into a red mang, and it was reduced ten times. He broke away, turned a sword flower in the sky, and automatically inserted into the waist sword. sheath.

"In the next Zhao Fang, on behalf of Fei Jianmen, give the Ouyang Ba Zongzhu birthday!" The middle-aged man shouted loudly and rang through the entire sect.

Between the time of the time, countless people in Zongmen were all alarmed and made a series of exclamations.

In the temple that teaches the temple, the Lord of the Temple of the Treasure is coming out and laughing out loudly: "Welcome to the Zhao Fangmen to come to our Xuan Lingzong, please enter the palm of the temple first, and taste the sound of the fairy, drink A few glasses of good wine, our lord will arrive later."

Zhao nodded with no expression, and his feet were empty, ready to enter the church.

"Wu Zong is a strong person..." Qin Nan’s eyes flashed. He used the **** of war to see that Zhao’s cultivation was at the peak of Wu Zongjing.

At this moment, suddenly, the distant sky, the sound of a stepping sound, the tremor of the tremors.

Then I saw that the eight heads had four corners, the green skin, the eight-foot-long giant cow, pulling a glorious carriage, magnificent, rushing, faint, and can hear the carriage. There was a fairy voice.

"This is the four-horned bull king? This is the sect of the sect. This is actually the eight-headed demon king, pulling the car for him..." Qin Nan took a deep breath.

Eight heads and four horns of the cattle king came to pull the car, so the field, compared to Zhao Fang stepping on the sword, do not know how many times to force, at least look far, will be shocked by the momentum of the eight demon king.

"The young female ancestor Lin Biao, congratulations to the Ouyang tyrants forty years of life!" A gentle and pleasant voice of the woman, resounding, once again triggered the amazement of many characters of Xuan Lingzong.

Qin Nan slightly frowned, this voice he is quite familiar with, and the Nangong soft on the Qiushan Mountain, somewhat similar.

He did not think much and continued to pay attention to this birthday feast.

I saw Zhao Fang, who was going to step into the main hall. He stepped back and smiled back: "I didn't expect you to come in person today, it really makes Zhao marvel."

"Why must you be amazed? There are many people here. If you want to tell the old, go into the narrative."

In the Qingguang carriage, it is no longer the gentle voice, but a light woman, and there is no emotion in the voice.

"No hurry, there are old acquaintances coming." Zhao Fang smiled. In his eyes, there was a layer of swords, which seemed to form a sword and looked into the void. .

His voice fell less than twenty breaths, and the white clouds in the distance were suddenly red and fire, as if the flames were burning.

A red-haired old man, dressed in a dark red armor, step by step. Every time he walks, his armor will move with it, sending out the voice of Jin Ge, the voice contains a magical power. Like a monster, it is full of anger.

The coming person is a master of the flame door, Wei Tong!

When Wei Tong came, he grinned and said: "Hey, my face is big, the two doorkeepers actually wait for me!"

"You think more." The female voice in the Qingguang carriage said, then the eight-headed four-horned bull king, once again roared forward and walked into the temple.

"When you come over this old monster, you will give her away." Zhao Fang shook his head. "You have this temper, you have to change it."

"Oh, your kid is very convinced." Wei Tong rolled his eyes and had no master style.

Then the two men laughed at each other and no longer talked. They walked into the hall of the church.

At this moment, Xuan Lingzong went up and down, because the arrival of the three major masters, became very lively.

In the Tianfeng Mountain, Qin Nan’s brow wrinkled, saying: “The three masters have already appeared, and Ouyang Ba hasn’t come yet?”

His doubts have just been said, the sky of the entire Xuan Lingzong, suddenly a vision, endless golden light, like a giant curtain, shrouded down, so that everything underneath, has fallen into the golden world.

At that time, the Lord of the Temple of the Alien Temple shouted: "Welcome to the Lord, and wish the Lord of the House a long life!"

After she took the lead in drinking, the main halls and elders of the Xuan Ling Zong, all of them at this time, opened their mouths and shouted: "Welcome to the Lord, and wish the Lord of the House a long life!"

Tens of thousands of people speak, their voices are loud, and they almost pierce the sky.

Under this public eye, the vast golden light in the sky slowly gathered and gradually became a middle-aged man.

This middle-aged man, with a majestic appearance and sharp eyes, is full of a hegemonic temperament, which makes people feel like an emperor. When you look far away, you will be impressed.

He is the master of the mysterious sect, Ouyang Ba!

"I will take a look at the repair of this Ouyang Pa!"

Qinnan, which is far inside the Tianfeng Mountain, is now running the God of War and is fully looking at Ouyang Ba.

At this moment, Qin Nan only saw a magnificent golden light, which made him quite glaring, and then suddenly a mysterious force, in the Ouyang Ba, rushing out, not just what kind of treasure, even hard to block the insight of Qinnan .

"Well?" Ouyang Ba in the sky, if you feel it, a pair of eyes, sweeping toward Tianfeng Mountain.

Between the time, Qin Nan only felt that a huge crisis had come, so that he was covered in pores and shuddered.

The aura dragon that was lying on his body was also awakened, snorted and spit out an ancient aura of light, shrouded in the whole body of Qinnan.

The horrible sense of death crisis, which quickly disappeared from Qin Nan’s body.

"It’s so bad... I was almost discovered just now..." Qin Nan was sweating, and there was a feeling of collapse in the body. If it wasn’t for the Aura Dragon, his presence would have been detected by Ouyang Pa.

"Predecessors, thank you!" Qin Nan gasped, he not only absorbed the massive aura of the Aura Dragon, but he was saved once again.

"No... things... you... small... heart... Ouyang... hegemony..." The Aura dragon seemed to be incomparably weak at this time. After spit out this sentence, he slept deeply.

Qinnan has a slight glimpse.

Beware of Ouyang Ba?

Why should you be careful about Ouyang Pa?

And what the glare of the golden light just now, what is going on?