Looking up, the sun is shining, and the double dragon is spinning.

Submit.

It is the ancient century, and the gods and demons are dancing.

Jiang Fengyang volleyed into the void and stepped into the air until he was at eye level with the double dragon.

Ssangyong is purple and white.

The dragon is mighty, and it is unique in the world.

"How. "Bai Long didn't know whether to talk to Zilong or Jiang Fengyang.

Jiang Fengyang simply turned around and watched the dragons flying, gods and demons dancing, this desolate world has a different flavor.

"It's beautiful. After looking at it for a long time, Jiang Fengyang spoke.

"It's all yours. Bailong said.

"Nope. Jiang Fengyang denied it and slowly stretched out to his chest. "They belong to you, I am me, you are you. ”

The purple dragon began to hover uneasily, letting out an earth-shattering roar, and in an instant, the dragon was hunting, making the dragons tremble and the heroes frightened.

This conversation is obviously not normal.

Jiang Fengyang stood still, his fingertips were like steel blades, cutting into his chest.

Blood flows.

The purple dragon flipped over, and fell into the void in pain, and the dragon's body like a small mountain shattered the mountains and rivers.

Jiang Fengyang turned a blind eye and slowly took out a heart.

It's just that the heart is a little different, it's colorful.

Seven tricks of exquisite heart?

I have to admit that Jiang Fengyang himself was a little stunned, but so what.

He stretched out his hand, his heart pounding, and his vitality was unparalleled.

Bai Long stared at Jiang Fengyang, without words or shock, as if he had expected Jiang Fengyang to be so general.

He just looked at Zilong, who was constantly wailing, and a trace of sadness welled up in his eyes, which seemed to mean, you see how ignorant you are.

"Give it back to you!" Jiang Fengyang stomped his foot fiercely, extremely unhappy with the white dragon's eyes.

It's still a calm look where the whole world is under my control.

He can't see this calmness the most, because behind that calmness, it is he who suffers.

Damn it!

With that sentence returned to you, suddenly there were endless bones in his divine body and flew towards the white dragon.

"Nope. Bai Long looked at Jiang Fengyang, "It's not time, you still need them." ”

"No, no. Jiang Fengyang was extremely resolute, and suddenly thousands of dragon bones were transformed, piling up like mountains and falling into the sky.

"Stubbornness. The white dragon flicked its tail, but the thousands of dragon bones were not taken, but the seven exquisite hearts were pulled away by that tail and fell back into Jiang Fengyang's hands.

"You think you've seen through the nature of the world, you think you've gotten rid of your identity as a pawn. The white dragon's voice was extremely sad and desolate, "You think you have reacquainted the world again, but it's not ......"

The white dragon was suddenly snatched away by one arm.

He didn't resist, nor did he ask for help, he just looked at the stunned Jiang Fengyang and said something.

"Those who achieve great things are not informal. ”

"Where there is a will, there is a way, the cauldron is broken, the one hundred and two Qin passes belong to Chu after all, the hard work is not worth it, the salary tastes the gall, and the three thousand Yuejia can swallow Wu. ”

Jiang Fengyang's spirit trembled.

Look at the North Abyss that has disappeared without a trace.

"Seconds, seconds. ”

I couldn't help but sigh, everything collapsed, it didn't seem to change, it seemed to have changed.

He remembered that the arm that grabbed Beiyuan had the same dragon scales as him.

It's still the Great Wilderness, that nightmare.

I had nightmares that I don't know how many billions of years I won't wake up.

Looking at Sword Peak, the thousands of arrays around Jiang Fengyang shook suddenly.

Countless points of light collapsed.

Jiang Fengyang opened his eyes.

Beside him was the door that he had sealed with his own hands.

Rise.

He seemed to see a boy leave with a ashamed face.

"Senior brother, thank you. Jiang Fengyang said.

"False praise, false praise. The boy didn't dare to ignore Jiang Fengyang, turned around and bowed, and left a little anxiously.

Facing the wind and snow, Jiang Fengyang's body had never been so straight, and the picture gradually sank into his body again.

Behind him, the phantoms of Gongzi An, Li Bai, Miaoyi, Bai Qian, Bai Feng, Negative Tull and Frog slowly stood up.

"Let's go, go home. Jiang Fengyang said.

All the phantoms turned into spiritual light and disappeared into Jiang Fengyang's body.

Don't ask about the past, don't think about the future.

Dongdong.

Wu Daozi felt a little flustered, and the Dao heart of tens of millions of years seemed to be beating a little hard.

He seemed to see a very bad future.

In front of him was the picture of Jiang Fengyang going down the snow mountain.

There are still fifteen days before the Xuanyuan Sword comes out of the Heavenly Trench Spring.

Jiang Fengyang has been sitting in Jianfeng for seventy years!

In the past 70 years, he deduced everything, and finally found the answer he wanted in the gap in time.

Trench Spring.

Together.

The birth of the heavenly soldier is a grand event.

What's more, the birth of the chosen one, who has been publicized for a hundred years, will be the main choice of the heavenly soldiers, which is simply expected.

Wu Daozi stood on a high platform, with Jiuding in front of him.

Jiuding sacrifice to heaven is the highest number of rites.

And the dragon pattern tiger and leopard inscription on Jiuding, the rhyme is natural, and there is an ice sword on the high platform where he is located.

Bing Jian was placed there, but it was a space of its own, and there seemed to be golden lines surging in the twisted changes.

Everyone's eyes swept directly over the ice sword, with nothing but worship and no greed.

Await.

Everyone is waiting.

Including Jiuding, there are eight people who are as indifferent as immortals, and they stand tall.

Their realms are all extraordinary, and the cultivation of the Ancient Emperor is simply about to burst out.

They looked at each other with disdain, their eyes full of unconvinced.

In the same way, they have also waited for a hundred years for the birth of the heavenly soldiers of the Heavenly Trench Spring, and the tens of thousands of monks in the East Cave are all waiting for this day.

As long as he can get the approval of the Heavenly Soldiers, he is the leader of all the monks in the East Cave.

This is a rule that even Wu Daozi has to admit.

Of course, the eight of them didn't deal with each other, but their eyes were obviously constantly looking at the crowd around them.

They were all a little unconvinced, because this year's proudly eye-catching position seemed to have someone more dazzling than them, and even almost made them unhappy with their predetermined status.

The Chosen One.

Damn it.

The reason why we haven't done it to each other yet is that we are waiting.

Waiting for the first round of competition will trample the damned Chosen One, and they want to let the entire East Cave monks know that they are the strongest existence.

They are the chosen ones.

Suddenly, the restless crowd fell silent.

The crowd that was originally as noisy as a sea of mountains and seas, and the black oppression became silent, which was really shocking.

It's really amazing.

A man came slowly.

"Hey, boy, do a good job, I'm optimistic about you. Someone suddenly broke the "deadlock".

"Chong Duck! I can do it with all my net worth!" someone shouted by pulling his neck.

"Get out of this place, you weakling!" someone disagreed.

"If you want to go to Zhuxiantai, you need to go through the permission of my fat tiger. Someone dared to block Jiang Fengyang's way.

The originally quiet crowd came from the end of Jiang Fengyang's appearance all the way to the hustle and bustle.

Many people looked curiously in the direction Jiang Fengyang came from, they had never seen Jiang Fengyang's honor, and they looked extremely curious.

Those guys who haven't gotten close to Jiang Fengyang are still maliciously speculating about Jiang Fengyang's appearance.

"Did you hear that, that guy has three heads and six arms. "There's a guy who's mysterious.

"That's what you're all about, that guy not only has three heads and six arms, but also two heads!" The other guy looked disdainful, and his expression was too bad for your news, and instantly drew everyone's attention to him.

It's really enjoyable.

Just as the guy was complacent, another voice broke the atmosphere.

"You don't know, that guy is a mountain god, and a friend of mine in Wangjian City saw it with his own eyes. That guy deliberately sold off, and found that it really drew everyone's attention.

He looked at the guy defiantly.

"Tell me, grind and chirp. The man pursed his lips, in fact, he was extremely curious about what the friend from Wangjian City had said.

"You don't know this, that guy actually carried a mountain from Wangjian City to the East Cave!"

"A mountain, how tall is he. ”

"yes, it's a lie, not even the giants. ”

"You don't know this, he wants to fill up the Heavenly Trench Spring and seize the Heavenly Soldiers!"

"Haven't you seen it, that guy is so tall that he walks and jumps, I told you if you can't get out of the way......"

His voice stopped abruptly.

Because everyone looked at him with bad intentions.

"Well, I heard that. "It seems that he knows that something is wrong, and the guy hurries to round the field.

Nonsense, the Chosen One has already arrived, but it's up to 10,000 feet?

Nima.

You're not blind, okay?

No one listened to him anymore, on the one hand, he was out of the sky, and on the other hand, a guy named Fat Tiger flew out.

Jiang Fengyang looked at that guy coldly.

Han Han looked at which of his subordinates was defeated with bad intentions with a pair of dark circles.

Right.

Jiang Fengyang sat like that, and walked fearlessly towards the Heavenly Trench Spring.

To these people, he was a stranger.

One person is in the midst of the crowd, if everyone charges, this world of saints like earth dogs, Jiang Fengyang estimates that it will be submerged in an instant and turned into minced meat.

Thinking of this, there is a lot of heroism that although there are tens of millions of people, I will never be there.

As for the guy who wants to step on his top position?

Hanhan's one charge is enough.

All eyes were on it, and the illusion of a triumphant return made Jiang Fengyang satisfied with this pomp.

Approached.

The eight of them looked at him with fierce eyes.

Climb the stairs, no more, no less, ninety-nine floors.

Here, the Nine for the Supreme is revered to the extreme.

"Wait. When Jiang Fengyang stepped on the first floor, an extremely good-looking woman spoke.

"Yes. Jiang Fengyang agreed, but his feet did not stop at all.

On.

The killing intent converged at this moment, and the eight eyes locked at the same time.

"What's the matter, are you planning to go up together or what?" Jiang Fengyang looked at the eight people and sneered.

"Together?" the woman scoffed, "you think you are beautiful, but you don't deserve it." ”

Oh no.

The faces of the other seven people all changed.

Jiang Fengyang had a smile on his face, what a well-known girl.

Bloodlessly cracked the temporary alliance of eight people, in the face of eight saints, Jiang Fengyang really didn't dare to hold it up, as for a single saint?

Excuse me.

How many dozen can he do?

Well, count.

Bai Qian, Bai Feng, Negative Wing, Gongzi An, and Qing Worm are not there, although it is a pity, but there are still sword souls and wonderful clothes.

Plus the body seven to one?

It's a bit of a bully.

Jiang Fengyang shook his head, and suddenly with a look of pity on his face, he climbed the second step under the woman's extremely angry gaze.

Airplanes.

The sky streak fell.

This immortal tomb is not a good place either, and the remnant souls from the ancient times have no other expertise.

Some of the lost stunts are inexhaustible.

Copy a wave and throw it down, and the dense human head is really up to your choice.

As for Jiang Fengyang's own cultivation?

After a gap in time, there seems to be a little accident with the old man Jigong's medicine.

So.

Let the heavenly lines fall, Jiang Fengyang chose to open his mouth and swallow it!

Swallowing the skylines?

This hand immediately shocked countless monks, stunned, stunned and speechless on the spot.

Jiang Fengyang turned around and bowed to all the monks who were watching him like a clown who had performed a wonderful show.

Impartial, exactly ninety degrees.

The figures reflected in his eyes are not the gods and Buddhas in the sky, but the opponents who make his heart excited, or treasures!