Chapter Eighty-Seven: Always

readx;?ā€œ How many people have been counter-accused by the Illusion Flower Clan?"

"Two thousand. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½ā€

"Fifteen hundred people came to learn the Creation Tribulation, five hundred people learned the Vientiane Nirvana Tribulation, and at the same time opened the Yan Tower, as long as it was a Martial Emperor or above, anyone was welcomed, and promised to let them enter the Ten Thousand Emperors within a year. ā€

"Yan Sheng... Do this... I'm afraid we're going to be infamous for thousands of years..."

"Infamy? So what? The ruler arranges the rules, if I can take charge, why am I afraid of infamy? The four supreme holy forces have been in constant friction for hundreds of years, just waiting for the path of the great numerology after a year, but the great sage of creation is blocked by the rules because of the power of creation, fuck the rules, with the Vientiane Nirvana Tribulation, what are the lives of the fifteen hundred great saints of creation? What are the 1,500 great saints of creation, what are the 1,000 lives of each? What is the life of the illusion flower clan who releases the formation technique?"

"Only in charge can you read the rules, and that's how the path of great numerology is! But I don't need that bullshit rule now, what is the ruler? Tell me to go on, and let them fight for the path of great numerology, I don't need that kind of thing." ā€

"It's... Yes..."

"Also, recover the flower language, the heart of the flower can stabilize the mind of the illusion flower clan, I wish Li that waste, take back his fire element, if you can succeed, the dual element is yours." ā€

"Yes!"

This answer was sonorous and powerful, the fire shadow flashed, and Zhu Yan, who was in the rank of the Earth Emperor, began his own pursuit.

...

To the west of the Flame Tower, the Evil Dragon Tower.

This tower also has a history of 10,000 years, but it was not worth mentioning at that time, and in various years of change, it has grown into today's holy force, which can compete with the world's heroes.

The body of the tower is white, and the evil spirit is ruthless. You can feel the fierce beastly intent from afar.

There is a white hall at the top of the tower, but there are only three people, one is dressed in a golden robe, and his eyes are all looking at the world, and the other is slightly older, but he can't stop the bottomless depth, and in one is still slightly young, it is Ao Hong, the son of the dragon saint.

"Meet my father, meet the Dragon Emperor. ā€

One sentence proves the identity of the golden-robed man, he is one of the beast gods, the thunder in charge of the world, the lord of the golden scale dragon, and the dragon emperor.

"Yes, I didn't expect my bloodline to really fit in so well with humans. ā€

The Dragon Emperor stood with his hands in his hands, groaning and speaking.

"The Dragon Emperor has won the award. ā€

Ao Hong hurriedly knelt down on one knee with a humble posture.

"Hong'er, I have discussed with Leng Guang, the marriage between you and Youyou is delayed, and you must reach the Emperor within a year, and the road of great numerology is about to begin, and it is not suitable to marry at this time. ā€

"Huh?"

"I only learned not long ago, you must go to the Ten Thousand Emperors, I have also discussed with the Dragon Emperor, I will bless all the power of creation in your body, and soon after you enter the path of great numerology, you will be the Great Sage of Creation, and the chance of getting the power of Vientiane will also increase. ā€

"Yes!"

...

"Oh, it's so boring..."

The scorching sun scorched the earth like fire, and on the long yellow sand road, a group of four people continued to move forward.

They didn't know what the purpose was, they just kept going.

"Brother Zhou Yi, tell me a story. ā€

"The little monk has no stories, only scriptures, or he will teach Zen to the girl with flowers..."

"Eh, I found that you are so boring as a monk, such a beautiful beautiful girl follows you, you know that you will not do anything else when you chant the scriptures every day?"

"Uh... The little monk won't..."

"Then you deserve to be single for the rest of your life. ā€

"Uh... Should monks be married?"

"You, you..."

"Don't make a fuss, someone's coming. ā€

While Huayu was teasing and playing with Zhou Yi, Feng suddenly frowned and spoke.

"Brother Feng, isn't this normal, Brother Zhou Yi, I'll cheer you on the side!

"Amitabha... The girl of the flower language is a little more self-respecting..."

"You're pretty much done, it's not those people this time. ā€

Feng's brows furrowed a little more, and he stopped the fight in a cold voice.

"The flesh is heavy, and the strength is strong. Looking at the horizon, bursts of cold-blooded intent spread out, and the horizon turned some blood-red.

"Could it be..."

A figure in the blood rushed madly, as fast as a blood-colored meteor!

"Kill the door?!"

A bad message was delivered, why did the killing come from? It is true that he has some grievances with Zhou Yi, but Yu Ning has already obtained the heart of blood, and his emotions have been replaced by love silk, why is he still here now?

The sense of blood oppression is getting heavier and heavier, and there is nothing in my eyes except the red sky!

"Have you ever provoked them?"

"No..."

Zhou Yi also frowned, this breath was the blood qi he hated the most.

"Forget it, I didn't say it. ā€

Feng guessed, there must have been, but I don't remember now, there was a brief return to his senses before, and he said that the intercession silk made Yu Ning stop chasing and killing, and the explanation was more vague, but it was definitely not so simple, maybe he had killed the people of the blood gate and was remembered.

"Huayue Huayu, you stand back, the person who comes is very powerful, at least at the peak of the Martial Emperor!"

"What is the peak of the Martial Emperor, Brother Zhou Yi has solved several of them. ā€

"No, this time it's different, the catalysis of the Blood Heart can make them extremely powerful, even comparable..."

Before the words were finished, the oppression struck, and the figures thousands of miles away broke free from the shackles of space in an instant, and a bloody sword stabbed at them.

"The Great Immeasurable Sutra, the Flower Finger!"

Zhou Yi immediately made a decision, the Buddha light rune continued to shine, and raised his hand to form a huge flowing golden flower finger-shaped Buddha martial arts decision stretched out!

Airplanes!

The deafening sound and powerful energy fluctuations shattered directly on the ground!

At the center of the storm, Zhou Yi pinched the blood sword in his hand, and on the opposite side was a very murderous young man.

"You have the audacity to kill my brother. ā€

The young man spoke coldly, the blood sword twisted, the violent wind forced the other three to retreat again and again, and Zhou Yi's robe danced with the wind!

"The little monk has never killed anyone, so why did he say that he killed the donor's brother. ā€

"The dignified Xitian Temple is just a group of murderers, you can see for yourself. ā€

The young man disdained to speak, drew his sword and waved his hand, and a curtain of blood appeared in front of him.

Faintly, I saw a volcano, it was the heavenly volcano of the Yan Sect on the south bank of the Tianjiang River, Zhou Yi's philosopher Boundless Molten Fire Phantom Eagle stood in front of the manic blood guard, and the blood jade and Yu Ning had just left.

Then the four of them began to fight, but for a long time the frontal combat power was insufficient, and with the help of the eagle's cloud spider line, they flew into the air.

The falling momentum was very powerful, and the high-altitude martial arts at a height of thousands of meters directly stepped on the heavens and the earth shook, and the young man was directly stepped on and vomited blood and was seriously injured.

Then he became angry and cast a martial blood plot to devour the scroll, and the blood sucked the soul.

In desperation, the eagle stood up and rushed towards the blood head, the body was separated, and a move of soul control technology rushed into the blood head soul body.

Then the eagle becomes a person in the painting, becomes a blood head, and the spirit automatically dissolves the blood map devouring volume.

"This companion of yours is quite admirable, the blood map devouring scroll is full of dead souls, and it is the first time since this martial arts duel appeared so independently. ā€

The young man nailed the picture, and the blood-headed eagle was galloping on his horse, about to disappear.

"The revenant will not disappear, he will always live and die in the blood map devouring scroll. Saving people?"

Scenes of blood-colored scenes echoed in the sea of knowledge in an instant, these things were as clear as yesterday, Zhou Yi squatted down with his head in his hands, his expression was extremely painful!

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