readx;? The hundred-horse riders at the front hula let go, and the two iron mountain wolves with a height of four feet walked out side by side, and the vicious wolf teeth stretched out, and the wanton roaring breath was daunting. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The two fierce beasts of the Vientiane Realm opened the way, and the one in the Crane Altar was also startled, and his face suddenly turned iron-blue, gloomy and terrifying.

After being beaten by Emperor Yunxiao like a jackal and breaking his bones back then, he had never been so scolded by others, even if the other party was the general of the Iron Army of the Emperor Dynasty, this was the territory of the Qingxia Ancient Sect.

What's more, his brother is the best among the disciples of the Inner Gate of the Feng King, and he has already stood in the camp of Lord Ji Xuan, and he will definitely become the one who will be the high-ranking Scepter Elder in the future.

"Bold! Do you know what you're talking about? This is the mountain gate of the Qingxia Ancient Sect, and you lowly soldiers from the outside world are not allowed to enter. The spirit stone cannon is opened, and if these untouchables dare to break in, they will all be killed. ”

The crane altar roared, and with a wave of his hand, in this small city, the spirit stone cannon that was originally erected on the city wall slowly moved, and the target was directly aimed at the army on the official road.

One stone stirs up a thousand waves, usually this spirit stone cannon is just a decoration, after all, even the smallest spirit stone cannon is a monster that devours spirit stones, and a random cannonball will consume a large number of spirit stones.

At the foot of the Snow Dragon Holy City, no one would be ignorant enough to provoke this huge sect.

No one expected that the Crane Altar would directly and secretly ask someone to activate such a war weapon as the Spirit Stone Cannon, which requires the head of the outer gate above the level of the Archdeacon of the Snow Dragon Holy City to be qualified to use it.

Feeling the coercion faintly transmitted from the muzzle of the cannon, the figure in the wide chariot snorted coldly and muttered in a low voice.

"If you really can't change the ****, Hetan, you still haven't remembered the lesson.

That's right, this is the Qingxia Ancient Sect, the first sect under the holy land of the Mighty Immortal Cultivation Realm. Therefore, a mere inner disciple is just an ant, who gives you faith to bark in front of the king. ”

Emperor Yunxiao slowly stepped out of the chariot, he was wearing a sleeveless close-fitting beast skin battle armor, the crimson cloak behind him rattled, and the Yuan Tu bloodthirsty sword behind him clanged, emitting a terrifying cold light.

As soon as he appeared, the crane altar seemed to be struck by thunder, and he turned his body stiffly and looked in the direction where Emperor Yunxiao was.

"It's you, it's you, you're not dead!"

Hetan's face turned pale, and his fingers trembled and pointed at Emperor Yunxiao, his eyes full of disbelief.

The others also noticed Di Yunxiao, and after seeing his appearance clearly, the dozens of outer disciples were silent for a moment, and then they were reminded by Hetan's excited words, and instantly understood Di Yunxiao's identity.

"Yes, the adult?"

"That's right, that face, that face I've seen on the list posted by the sect, although it is more resolute, but it has generally not changed. ”

"True disciple, Lord Emperor Yunxiao? He, isn't he rumored to be dead, and there are rumors in the sect, and he may want to deprive him of the position of true disciple and give it to other disciples of the inner sect of the king?"

A large group of outer disciples trembled in their throats, hesitated for a moment, and quickly knelt on the ground with a puff.

The Qingxia Ancient Sect has a strict rank, if you are the best in the inner sect or a true disciple, it is nothing to trespass a little.

However, if a disciple from an outer sect dares to look at him so unscrupulously when a true disciple is coming, and even if he blocks his path, even if he is killed by a true disciple, the people of the Law Enforcement Hall will not come forward.

Hula, the Shenwei Town Prison Army armor in front of him got out of the way, and Emperor Yunxiao walked in front of the frightened crane altar, and looked at the other party with a cold face.

Anyway, this guy is also an elite disciple of the inner gate, and he appeared in the distribution center at the foot of the Snow Dragon Holy City for no reason, and nine times out of ten he was acting as an eyeliner for some people in the sect.

It's just that, unfortunately, it is he who returns today as the disciple of the True Inheritance Emperor.

"You, what do you want to do, I, I am an elite disciple of the inner sect of the Qingxia Ancient Sect, if you dare to do it, you will definitely be punished by the Council of Elders. ”

Seeing Emperor Yunxiao walking over, his lips were blue, and he staggered a few steps back, for fear of being directly killed by Emperor Yunxiao.

Emperor Yunxiao is no longer the low-level True Monarch monk when he first started, but a ruthless person who really killed all sides on the extraterritorial battlefield, and even the Purple Mansion monk died in his hands, how could the Crane Altar not be afraid.

disappeared for several years, although the people on Ji Xuan's side were deliberately suppressing and trying to erase his influence, but how could it be so simple.

After all, in the battle of Dry Bone City, Emperor Yunxiao led people to kill more than ten alien races with ghosts, and even saved tens of thousands of monks in Dry Bone City, which was definitely an outstanding achievement.

In addition, he went deep into the hinterland of the demons and rescued a group of Purple Mansion elders, including the Sword Emperor Qu Jiangqiu, and those high-ranking elders all inherited his favors.

"Crawl from the side and get out, or die!"

A few neat words, listening to the face of Hetan, Di Yunxiao is going to step on his face under his feet, and he is also wiping a layer of ****.

But does he have a choice?

The ants are still stealing their lives, and in the face of Di Yunxiao, a ruthless man who made him lose face, if he doesn't want to die, he can only strip off his so-called face.

Just as he struggled to lie down and wanted to lie down, his eyes faintly swept to the spirit stone cannon on the city wall, and a trace of ruthlessness suddenly flashed in his dark and vicious eyes.

Spirit Stone Cannon!

That's right, he also has a spirit stone cannon in his hand, which is a weapon of war that can destroy everything within a radius of a hundred zhang under one shot.

If he can annihilate Emperor Yunxiao, won't he get revenge?

As for the impact after killing Emperor Yunxiao, he didn't want to take it into account at all, in fact, there were still few people who wanted Emperor Yunxiao to really 'die' happiness?

If Emperor Yunxiao is killed now, presumably Lord Ji Xuan will definitely round the field for him, and his life can be saved at the worst, and his brother He Wushuang will definitely try his best to get him out.

Thinking of this, the rich blood color completely enveloped Hetan's eyes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, revealing a crazy smile.

"Die, you lowly ant from the corner outside, die!"

Kicking the ground with both feet suddenly, the crane altar retreated backwards like crazy, and at the same time, a spirit stone cannon on the city wall burst out with brilliant light, enveloping the place where Emperor Yunxiao had just stood.

Bang!

A trembling sound sounded, as if the earthquake-like vibration stretched far away, and under the bombardment of the spirit stone, a cloud of smoke and dust rolled up in the sky, enveloping a radius of hundreds of zhang.

The crane altar, which had escaped nearly a hundred zhang away, looked back, and his face was flushed: "Hahaha, dead, this bastard is finally dead, look at you still dare to shout in front of me, what about the true disciples, they still can't bear the spirit stone cannon!"

The crane altar looks like a madman, dancing with his hands and feet, and looks no different from a madman.

But before the smoke and dust could subside, his frantic clamor came to an abrupt end, because the place he had imagined should have been razed to a deep pit was supported by a huge curtain barrier.