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"All the powerhouses of the Wuji Dynasty, your invitation is really a bit unique!"

Wang Xian's voice covered the front of the palace of the Wuji Dynasty.

When the Wuji Dynasty and all the priests heard this voice, everyone was stunned.

Voice, so arrogant!

A short sentence, with a hint of sarcasm.

This Pastor Wang dared to ridicule the Wuji Dynasty.

Everyone, looking at the sky in unison.

A plain figure, without dazzling brilliance, and without a powerful momentum.

Dressed in a clean white costume, he slowly paced towards this direction.

There was not the slightest hint of fear, awe or respect in his eyes.

"He Yuan, your brother, is really..."

The old man standing beside He Yuan looked at Wang Xian's figure and whispered to He Yuan with a speechless face.

His eyes twinkled, full of shock.

This young man, no, this heavenly demon really doesn't take anyone seriously!

He Yuan looked at Wang Xian, and his face was also full of bitterness.

He already has some faint understanding of this brother.

Eat soft or hard, and if you are hard, it doesn't matter if you are a solipsist sect or a Wuji dynasty.

In particular, not long ago, the Heavenly Demon killed twenty-five Cave Void Seventh Order powerhouses, and with this terrifying combat power, this brother of his had already reached the Eighth Order of Cave Void.

Appalling!

At that time, when the entire He clan heard the news, everyone was shocked.

The eighth order of the cave void is comparable to the top combat power of their He clan!

Even the ancestor of the He clan felt a little trance!

Ling Jian'er saw that just because a strong man of the Wuji Dynasty shouted a sentence with his name, Wang Xian rushed over, his face full of strange expressions.

A special emotion was born in her heart.

This is an emotion that she has never experienced before.

"Presumptuous, the Wuji Dynasty just ordered all the Light Priests to come, why don't you come, can you be guilty?"

Tian Qingguang's eyes were full of anger when he saw Wang Xian, and he shouted with a cold face.

"Arrogant and arrogant, I can't apologize!"

The hall master of the Shenguang Medical Pavilion also looked at Wang Xian and shouted in a deep voice.

The powerhouses of the Wuji Dynasty also raised their eyebrows, staring at Wang Xian.

Several strong men even exuded a faint evil aura on their bodies!

In the vast region, no one dared to ignore their Martial Extreme Dynasty, not even the other two super strengths!

Wang Xian swept the two beam-jumping clowns who spoke.

looked at He Yuan, nodded lightly at him, and finally landed on Ling Jian'er and smiled at her.

"Hey, arrogant guy, tell you to come and see my brother's injury, don't be too arrogant!"

Wu Qingyan saw Wang Xian's attitude, his face turned a little dark, and he shouted directly.

"Has the crown prince of Wuqing City been infiltrated by the dark soul?"

Wang Xian raised his eyebrows, his gaze swept over the powerhouses of the Wuji Dynasty, and his gaze fell on the bald and black-pupiled old man in the center.

There was a solemnity in his eyes, with his current strength, although he had broken through, it was still much worse to contend with this existence.

At most, he could survive in the hands of this old man.

Of course, being able to survive is already a very good thing, which is why Wang Xian dares to satirize the Wuji Dynasty.

Because he is not afraid!

"Senior, let me take a look at the injuries of the crown prince of Wuqing City!"

Not being afraid does not mean that he can provoke the Wuji Dynasty.

Wang Xian arched his hand and said towards the Dark Pupil Ancestor.

"Young people, having strength means having capital, but sometimes you have to be low-key!"

The Dark Pupil Ancestor reminded Wang Xian faintly.

"This junior understands!"

Wang Xian arched his hand and nodded: "I will do my best!"

"Okay, if you can cure Qingcheng, what do you say, our Wuji Dynasty will try to satisfy you!"

The Dark Pupil Ancestor said lightly towards Wang Xian.

When Wang Xian heard his words, a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and his heart moved.

"Senior Xie, I'll take a look at the situation of the crown prince of Wuqing City first!"

Wang Xian nodded and immediately walked towards the location of Wuqing City.

"The young man is really arrogant, but, if you have any strength, you must have a posture, and you must know how to be humble!"

Wang Xian approached, and the Morning Light Ancestor, who was standing next to the crown prince of Wuqing City, glanced at Wang Xian and warned with an educational attitude.

"This old man is right, strength is not linked to age!"

Wang Xian looked at Chenguang Ancestor lightly and said with a smile.

"Humph!"

Chenguang Ancestor heard Wang Xian's words with a hint of mockery, and a trace of coldness appeared in his eyes: "Pastor Bright's way, I am pioneering, juniors, you must know how to be grateful!"

"I don't know how to be respectful, I don't know how to be grateful!"

Tianqingguang spit coldly on the side.

"You are not qualified to speak in front of me!"

Wang Xian glanced at Tianqingguang and didn't put it in his eyes at all.

Hearing his words, Tianqingguang almost exploded, and his eyes were full of anger.

"Haha, the old man's canonized Daughter of Light and Son of Light, I don't know what qualifications you have to say that they are rubbish, today, when I treat the crown prince of Wuqing City, I need you to give me an explanation, otherwise..."

The Morning Light Ancestor stared at Wang Xian and narrowed his eyes slightly.

"We'll see!"

When Wang Xian heard his words, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, and a pair of eyes looked at Wuqing City suspended in the void.

"With the same cultivation as us, I don't know where you have the courage to be arrogant!"

"I called you here just for a glimmer of hope, do you really think you can compare to our ancestor?"

"Hehe, it's sad, it's ridiculous!"

The group of Light Priests behind the Morning Light Ancestor stared at him coldly when they heard the words.

In the rear, a group of bright priests also stared at Wang Xian with cold faces, mocking in a low voice.

Even Wu Qingyan looked at Wang Xian with displeasure on his face.

Do you really think that it is all up to you to treat you after all the trouble of calling you over?

It's just that it's his brother who is injured and doesn't miss any chance of treatment.

"Being invaded by seventeen dark souls, it's a bit of trouble!"

Chenguang Ancestor glanced at Wang Xian coldly, looked at Wu Qingcheng, and his face slowly became solemn.

With a movement of his arm, a bright staff appeared in his hand, and at the head of the staff was a winged figure, like an angel.

The angel trembled slightly, and the seventeen little angels slowly fell towards Wuqing City's body.

"Seventeen dark souls, the strength of the ancestor is now one step further, and it can definitely be easily exorcized!"

"This is the angel of light, and each angel contains a majestic light that can dispel all darkness!"

Around, and even in the rear position, everyone saw the Morning Light Ancestor make a move, and their faces showed amazement.

Seventeen Angels of Light, each Angel of Light contains no less energy than the Soul of Darkness!

Seventeen Angels of Light, it is possible to expel the seventeen dark souls in the body of the crown prince of Wuqing City.

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