The water in the clear pool is shallow, and mottled blood stains float on it.

The whole pond was dyed bright red.

Pond inside!

There were several corpses wandering, and the death was terrible.

If anyone sees it.

I'm afraid that even the soul will be scared away.

Bang.

A mortal powerhouse who had already been exhausted was kicked into the green pool by the holy boy.

The holy boy sighed, then patted his sleeve, his expression was sinful, his hands were folded with a kind face, and the corners of his mouth muttered "Amitabha".

When the eyes flowed, the mountains shook for a while.

Ah Er came from afar.

In his hands, he held several mortal powerhouses who were seriously injured.

"Don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die yet......"

"Please, let me go...... Leave me alone......"

"Don't kill me...... Don't kill me......"

......

Listening to the pleading words of these people, the holy child's eyes were full of compassion.

Perhaps, if these people beg a little more, he will be merciful and let them go.

It's just that!

The Holy Child's eyes, a trace of yin overflowed from them.

Evil Eye Saint Child.

Hey, hey, hey!

The evil intent in his eyes was calm and terrifying.

Seeing this, those mortal powerhouses in the second hand were terrified, and their eyes were even wider, shouting and begging for mercy.

"No! No......"

"Don't, don't......"

"Spare your life, spare your life......"

"Tomb corpse faction, this seat is so hateful......"

......

Multiply...... Laa...... Multiply...... Laa......

"Murderers, people kill them!"

"The dead are naturally the dead!"

"The consciousness of killing, the despair of the dead!"

"Hey, hey, hey...... Hey, hey, hey...... Hey, hey, hey!"

In the green pool, there seemed to be a few more corpses.

The autumn wind is bleak, and the bloody rain is inevitable.

This day is destined to be a day of silence.

Since then, the suffering of the Northern Dao, a new chapter in Northern Xinjiang, is also the beginning of the Northern Xinjiang Mortal Dao falling to the bottom, since then, the Northern Xinjiang Mortal Dao has fallen into a low period, the master is cut off, the exercises are lost, and the Fan Dao has fallen......

Outside Xiangcheng, there is a restaurant called Zuixiangju.

This inn is not your average inn.

Only the powerhouses of the Mortal Dao Sect Master level are accepted here.

Miscellaneous people, etc., don't even have the qualifications to enter the door.

Drunken country house, second pavilion wing.

A heroic young man lifted the sake that the man next to him had just poured up, and with a gesture, the breath of the superior came to his face. Take a sip, frowning slightly.

"This wine is extremely bitter, not as good as tea, and has a sweet aftertaste!"

"Your Highness, do you miss the tea made by Miss Qianjin?"

Wu Qi next to him poured himself a cup and drank a small taste.

I can't help but admire:

Well!

This drunken Juying wine is bitter with a hint of mellow aroma, but it is beautiful, and it is really an endless aftertaste.

It's just that there is still a look of disgust in his face, and his face seems to say: Bah! What bullshit!

"As far as you talk a lot, how is the work that His Highness has asked you to do?"

"Is Your Highness talking about the Blue Dragon Divine Army? or the current ......?"

"Naturally, it's the matter of the Qinglong Divine Army!"

"Your Highness, rest assured, with the support of the Dragon Treasure House in the old capital of Qi Kingdom, Weichen has already selected 100,000 elite soldiers, specially trained by the Qinglong veterans, and His Highness's Qinglong Divine Army will soon be able to break the number of 150,000!"

At the mention of this, Wu Qi's face was a little more excited.

The Qinglong chapter taught by His Royal Highness can be called a unique in the world.

The mystery is even more unheard of than he has ever heard of.

He knows how to do it, but he can't see through the secrets, reasons, etc.

It is not so much that the Blue Dragon Divine Army is mysterious and unpredictable, but that this Green Dragon Chapter is ingenious and conquers heaven and earth, just like immortal art, which is difficult to understand.

But!

As the leader of the Blue Dragon Divine Army, the benefits of it are countless.

Just like the strength in his heart, he has already stepped into the Mystery Realm.

Although he is a newcomer, if he is in the Qinglong Divine Army, with the blessing of the military soul, Wu Qi is confident in his heart and dares to speak out about the war immortals, which is comparable to the legendary realm!

Hearing this, Li Tianzhao's face was expressionless.

The Qinglong Divine Army is a card in his hand, not a hole card, but it is the cornerstone of his going to the world.

If you want to set foot in the Eight Desolations, in addition to his identity as the prince of the Great Wednesday, he also needs an invincible and invincible army as the backing, so that he can be invincible.

Others will be afraid of him.

The Eight Wilderness is a barbarian's paradise.

Strength is respected, and he has been planning for many days.

Where to play the next move, where to go in the situation, there is a bamboo in the chest.

Drunken country house door.

Five people walked over.

These five people are tall and look like they are thirty years old.

Among them, the most well-dressed person at the front is the sect master of Dao Heaven, who is called a ghost saint by the various mountain gates of the Dao, and the top three powerhouses of the Dao forces.

Behind them are the four gates of heaven.

Immediately afterwards, the momentum was exposed, and it was very public.

Inside the drunken villager's house, a fat man trotted out.

Seeing the ghost saint in front of him, his face was full of smiles, and he bowed down and said, "Ghost saint, you are finally here, please inside!

A trace of disgust flashed in the eyes of the ghost saint.

However, with the principle of reaching out and not hitting the smiling person, he walked straight inside.

The four guards followed expressionlessly.

Drunken countryman!

There was no one, it was strangely empty, and the candlelight was even more dim.

The ghost saint's gaze was sluggish, and anger was faintly growing.

"Other...... What about people?"

"Don't worry, the ghost saint will be there in a while, we have already prepared a good wing room for you, and please ask the ghost saint to move and rest in the wing room!"

The fat man has a flattering face.

This made the ghost saint feel a little more comfortable, and he no longer made things difficult for the fat man.

Along!

It's a little surprising to be drunk and quiet.

The five of them followed the fat man all the way to a side room.

Second Pavilion Wing.

The door opened, and the fat man bowed slightly.

"Please!"

The ghost saint didn't give in and walked inside.

Four gates followed.

Bang!

The door was closed, the ghost saint's gaze froze, and a feeling of uneasiness arose in his heart.

His eyes finally locked on the two people sitting at the table in front of him.

"Who are you?"

"Noise!"

Wu Qi's face was slightly cold, and he snorted coldly towards the ghost saint!

The Ghost Saint's anger grew, and the Xuan Gong in his body immediately began to operate, as if it would have erupted at any time, if it hadn't been for this, he would have already taken action as soon as possible.

"Do you know whose territory is Drunken Country?"

The young man, who had never spoken, suddenly burst out with a sentence.

Let the ghost saint's heart tighten.

Could it be that these two are really ......

The drunken country dwelling is not controlled by the land of the northern frontier.

Its origin is profound, it is the tomb corpse faction of the lord of the Northern Frontier, and it is not far behind, and its strength is even far more than that.

"Oh my God!"

The words in Li Tianzhao's mouth came out.

The ghost saint's eyes were glazed, and he hurriedly bowed his hand and said, "Dao Heaven Sect Master has seen an angel!"

"I didn't expect the dignified Heaven Sect Master, seeing the sky, to be so groveling!"

"It's not for nothing that Dao Heaven ranks second in Northern Xinjiang!"

"Tsk, tsk!"

The killing intent in the Ghost Saint's eyes flashed, and it was well hidden, as if he had said respectfully: "What the Angel said is right, Dao Heaven is indeed weaker than the Tomb Corpse Sect!"

"The Tomb Corpse Sect does not accept the discipline of the heavens, is arrogant, and still hopes that the angels can pass it on to the top, send a master, destroy this Tomb Corpse Sect, and return the Northern Xinjiang to a Lang Lang Qiankun!"

The words of the ghost saint are neither humble nor arrogant, and the words seem to be thinking about heaven everywhere.

But if you really believe his nonsense, then it really makes a hole in your brain.

Li Tianzhao smiled with a smile on his face, and at some point there was an extra handful of fan feathers in his hand, and he got up and walked slowly towards the Ghost Saint.

The feather fan was lightly raised, and the ghost saint's chin was slightly raised.

It's like molesting a woman from a good family.

The eyes of the ghost saint were full of different colors.

Humiliation, what humiliation.

"I know you're humiliated, humiliated to live at the bottom!"

"But you don't dare to make a move, afraid of my identity!"

"Fear the revenge of the heavens!"

"But I just like it!"

"You want to kill me, but you don't dare to kill me!"

The ghost saint's eyes were glazed, his hands trembled slightly, and then he let go again, with a smile on his face, and said with a hippie smile: "Angel, you are laughing, how dare I do it with you!"

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

Li Tianzhao's feather fan was put down, and he said in a voice:

"I'm ambitious, but it's a pity that my brain is not very bright, and I'm a little short of forbearance, but it's also qualified!"

"Northern Xinjiang is too small, too small to enter the eyes of His Highness. ”

"If you are willing, Your Highness will grant you a chance to follow Your Highness to the Eight Wildernesses and even the world!"

The ghost saint's gaze was sluggish, and his mind was spinning rapidly when he heard this, but there was one thing he noticed.

Your Highness?

This man...... Not an angel!

Angels do not claim to be highnesses......

Immediately, his pupils dilated and said, "You are Li Tianzhao!"

"The brain's response is not bad!"

"You're looking for death!"

The Xuanguang masterpiece in the hands of the ghost saint is to kill Li Tianzhao this time, complete the tasks assigned by the world, and receive rewards, in order to break through the Xuanzhao realm.

I didn't expect it to be in broad daylight.

This Li Tianzhao dared to play tricks on him, it was simply looking for death.

"Nine ghosts through the sky, death and kill!"

The left hand turned into a claw, as dark as steel, and instantly attacked Li Tianzhao's Heavenly Spirit Gai.

The corners of Li Tianzhao's mouth rose slightly.

With a slight touch of the feather fan in his hand, it was the overwhelming momentum of Mount Tai, and the terrifying power made the ghost saint feel like a heavy blow, and his left hand was directly swept away by the blood rain, and a piece of flesh and blood was blurred.

The body kept retreating......

Seeing this, the four guards behind him looked cold-blooded, and when they held the sect master up, they set off and killed Li Tianzhao.

Seeing this, the ghost saint didn't have time to comfort the injuries on his body, and opened his arms to block the four of them.

He scolded: "Stand back!"

The eyes of the four of them were cold, and after thinking for a while, they stood behind the ghost saint again.

At that moment, the outside of the room suddenly opened.

One person, imprinted in the eyes of everyone.

The ghost saint's eyes were incredible, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but tremble: "Uncle He...... Aren't you dead...... the latest chapter of "Hundred Plating" The Strongest System of Faith, Claw Book House" to read for free for the first time.