Suddenly, all the VIPs who were about to move immediately did not dare to act rashly. 【Fengyun Reading Network. 】

Even though the Buddha Wangjun, the patriarch of the Yin clan and others knew that something must have changed in Wangtianya, they didn't dare to say a word, and they didn't even dare to spread the news.

The twenty-eight palaces of the stars are famous, and when they were prestigious, the twenty-eight Venerables bloodied the Lingqiu country that did not accept the end of the world overnight.

Its thunderous means and powerful, except for the thirty-one lion kings of Brahma Pavilion, who can try their edge, who dares to move.

The golden sun is shining brightly, and it is a good time for autumn.

But it makes people feel cold in the vest and frozen bone marrow.

Riding the eleventh-level Luanfeng Feipeng, the cloud dome and the wind flew away in the direction of the Brahma Pavilion Heimu Yuan.

The speed of the eleventh level Luan Feng Feipeng is amazing, although in the growth period, it stands to reason that it cannot fly, otherwise it will affect its future growth.

However, at this time, it flew out.

That speed was almost twice that of a level 10 vulture.

In an instant, it disappeared over Kyoto.

The fiery red vulture flew away, and the fiery red figure could be seen clearly in any direction of Kyoto.

And, the Brahma Pavilion Ya Wujun, who was originally one step earlier than Yun Jitian and Luo Yu, left first.

At this time, in the octagonal pavilion on the outskirts of the world, looking at the clouds and the wind that were walking away from afar, the folding fan in his hand was lightly flicked, and the warm smile on his face was deep enough to trap people.

Looking at the end of the world, at this time, it is empty.

The sky is blue, high and refreshing.

Below, the mountain rain is about to come and the wind is full of buildings, containing a storm that is about to move.

On this day, it began to change color.

In the direction of the Brahma Pavilion Heimuyuan, the blue sky was quiet, but at this time, a trace of depression slowly began to brew, and the white clouds flew rapidly in the sky, and the wind became bigger and bigger.

"The last direction, point here." Yan Chen looked at the valley in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly.

The mountains and rocks in front of him are steep, the black rocks are craggy, and a line of sky stretches towards the valley, and Y Sensen can't see the distance clearly.

"I'll go up and have a look." As soon as Yan Fei heard this, his feet were on the rocks at a few o'clock, and he headed towards the top of the Black Stone Peak.

Behind him, three of the seven generals immediately followed from other directions to investigate.

The autumn wind flew by, and the tip of the nose was filled with the smell of the mountain grass blades.