Seeing this scene, the footsteps of the other 16 people stopped, their eyes full of shock. They couldn't imagine how the 70.8 million United Mob could summon 17 golden giants comparable to the mountains.

When he saw the seventeen golden giants, he was disappointed, but suddenly burst out laughing. He looked at Xiao Wuyou with straight eyes, clapped his hands and said, "Yes, it's really good, Xiao Wuyou, you really didn't disappoint me, you are worthy of being my opponent." ”

But there is nothing we can do about what you will do with ridicule. Let me introduce my partner. Xiao Wuyou put his hands behind his back and looked into the distance. Three figures, one in a green shirt, one in a robe, and one in a vestment, slowly emerged, with contempt, or contempt, or piety, in front of them.

"Mirrors, moons, history, mysterious winds, Buddha lights, mysterious sounds?"

The monks attach great importance to the distribution of talents. Within 20 years of age is a grade, within 40 years of age is a grade, within 100 years of age is a grade, within 300 years of age is a grade, and within 1000 years of age is a grade. This is also an important aspect that most denominations consider when choosing disciples.

That is, if a monk is not able to succeed before the age of 20, then his talents will be limited, and the same will be true in the future. If a monk can become a warrior within a hundred years, then everyone will believe that as long as the monk does not die, his achievements will not be limited.

Therefore, as long as there is a monk who can reach the appearance of a martial king within a hundred years old, his reputation will definitely rise in the southern wasteland for a long time and cannot be quelled. In the wastelands of the south, there are trillions of monks living in them, but less than 20 of them can become military monarchs within the age of 100 and are known to outsiders.

If you can become a warrior within the age of 300 and become the leader of the southern wilderness, then those who can become a warrior within the age of 100 will have a peak in the future, and that is the gap in horror talent.

Now there is the 1,800-year-old Wu Jun who is famous for the Southern Wilderness. They are known as the illustrious heroes of the Congress. Among them, there are three people. They are Jingyue, Taishi King, Xuanfeng Luo, and Xuanyin.

The scene of the three centenarians appearing together, that feeling, is definitely more shocking than the eight hundred and three hundred years old. You know, those centenarians only know 18 people. Which army doesn't treat these eighteen people as baby bumps, and it's easy not to let them go out to experience it, even the clan headquarters won't let them take a step, for fear that they will be killed by the fighters of other troops.

Therefore, no one would have thought that a hundred-year-old old samurai would enter the Nirvana Bodhi Cave, let alone three people come out at the same time.

"Taishi Wang, Luo Jue, and Xuanyin are your real cards. Mo Kelie watched the three people slowly walk down, and then looked at Xiao Wuyou, a chill painted on the corner of his mouth.

Don't dare to underestimate Xiao Wuyou, and don't dare to underestimate Taishi Wang and them. He really knows how important talent is. However, the reputation of the century-old military army is not only reflected in the speed of development of the military army, but also in the combat effectiveness of the military army, which is incomparable to ordinary people.

Although his expression was cautious, he didn't seem to be so flustered. Instead, he reads in a dark way. When he saw the Taishi looking at them, his face became uglier and uglier. He did not dare to look at them from the grandstand division, but he thought that he knew them, because almost all the battles they came from the night of the League of 13 to collect them, just because of their understanding, will know the names of the 18 unsurpassed heroes, and not appear at random.

The aura of the seventeen golden giants is the same as that of Wu Jun, plus three heroes and a little friendless. Things suddenly got better. His mission is only to kill the genius of the Wu army here, not including the heroes of Wushuang.

So, he looked at them angrily and shouted, "Don't you great heroes feel ashamed to obey Sanxiu's orders?"

"And you, a bunch of waste, dare to wait for me, aren't you afraid of being killed?" The darkness roared again at the seventy thousand monks.

He really didn't know how Xiao Wuwu brought the three heroes together, and how he made the seventy thousand monks listen to him. The so-called soul array of the God of War Army is obviously to condense everyone's spiritual power and soul power, and then use seventeen martial generals to form an eye. As long as one's mind is not on the same line, this spiritual array cannot be formed.

He didn't understand. He really doesn't understand the charm of little friendlessness. Some may think they could all work for him and say what they can do to save their robes, but it can't be everyone.

"Haha, read quietly, give up. "These people are not something you can confuse with a few words. Wang Taishi sneered at the angry Yinnian, saying that he was above board. What he hated the most was the person who let Yin walk behind him, especially the person who knew that the other party was a ghost group.

Compared to Murdoch's anger, he was much calmer. He looked at Xiao Wuyou with hot eyes, and said in a deep voice, "I want to know why you gathered these people around you. ”

"It's very simple. The usual means of night alliances is to make a profit. In their eyes, you are not only an enemy, but a great creature. Xiao Wuyou said with a strange smile on the corner of his mouth. At the same time, he looked down on hundreds of generals.

When he saw Little Friend's eyes, his body trembled, and then he smiled. He clapped his hands and said, "Okay, good." It's small and hassle-free. He could even come up with such a plan. Very good. In contrast, the samurai here are the real treasures. ”

Seventeen robbers, who were killed for the rest of their lives, listened to Mo's smile. They also smiled wryly. The voice of Xiao Wuyou just now told them all this.

At the beginning, these martial monarchs who were blocked out of the Nirvana Grottoes were not put in by others, but by Xiao Wuyou. Naturally, they were not allowed to compete with themselves for the opportunity to enter the Jade Fire Nirvana Grottoes. The two sides have reached a consensus on the exception of mental disorders.

Little Friend gives them a chance to enter heaven, but they need to help Little Friend after the key point. Of course, if it were just that, the 700,000 monks would be reluctant, but when Xiao Wuwu promised to share all the treasures collected by Hu Jun, it would be enough to intoxicate most people, and finally, make them feel Wu Xiaojun When I think of it, no one opposes it, but they are full of fighting spirit.

In addition to acting as an array of eye fighting spirits, the souls of all 17 warrior kings will be integrated into the golden armor giants and seventy-eight thousand monks can feel these spirits, that is, all the cultivation experience and years of understanding will be exposed to the knowledge of these monks without reservation. This experience is undoubtedly an outpouring experience, and for such an opportunity, who would let it go.

The collection of seven or eight hundred Wujun and the Guanding of Wujun were enough to make them give up the so-called Taoist lineage.

After all, they are well aware that even if they are lucky enough to make it to the third or even fourth level, the opponents they will face before they get their inheritance are all Wu Jun. In front of Wu Jun, they are really just ants, they are just ants who will be killed by others. Why don't they fight for opportunities, they can see and feel.

"I don't know how you bought these three invincible heroes. It's just that Daosheng's inheritance is not enough for them to sell. They said coldly, looking at Taishi, looking at them.