"Brush-" The meat ball immediately flew over very obediently, and the huge meat ball fell on the man's hand and began to grow smaller rapidly, but in a moment, it was only the size of an adult's head.

"Good-" The man was not in a hurry or slow, and he spit out words elegantly, the Mausoleum of the First Emperor, there is never daylight, endless darkness, only starlight to accompany him.

On top of the carriage, the luxurious black tent was fluttering in the wind, and they could faintly see the costume of the person inside.

He wore a black robe made of silk, and the robe was embroidered with bright red silk threads, with crimson begonias, and a dark red undershirt lined inside.

He seemed to be lying in a carriage, the black tent that had been lifted by the wind, just under his chest, and they could only see his dress, not his face.

The ball of meat, in his hands, seemed to have become a lot quieter.

Emperor Qianji and Mo Zun didn't move, they could feel the extremely terrifying aura coming from the carriage.

It's like a true god, and even they feel oppressed. The Realm of Blood Saints

The black clouds under the carriage were formed by demonic energy.

However, the person in the carriage was, most likely, not the ontology at all.

Because they don't feel the breath of life.

Even if it is a demon, it should be a living thing.

Just the bell just now, Emperor Qianji and Mo Zun can know that it can only be sent by the Supreme Demon Soldier.

The supreme weapons of the world are either left by the gods or by the devils.

Supreme Divine Soldier, there is nowhere to look in this world-

However, the Supreme Demon Soldier--

In Emperor Qian's arms, Huang Qingwan already felt very uncomfortable. The emperor lacks virtue, and the concubine is often cute

She is here, she is just a doppelganger of the primordial god.

Seventy percent of the power that had been calcined in the main burial chamber before, and she had just been shaken by the bell, and she felt as if her entire Yuan Shen clone was about to disperse.

If it weren't for Emperor Qianji and Mo Jiu's little bell to protect her, it is estimated that the Yuan Shen clone of Huang Qingli would have really been shocked.

Huang Qingwan stared at the crimson begonias that were sprinkled from the carriage, and only felt very uncomfortable.

Such a begonia reminded her of a person in an instant.

Fuso--

For Huang Qingwan, associating Fuso with demons is like an international joke.

Fusang is more like a god, but the crimson begonia makes the phoenix very uncomfortable.

"Heh, the powerhouses of Cangyi and the Southern Wilderness, have they all gathered here today?" The people in the carriage didn't move, and said shallowly and slowly. World Survival Record

"Who are you?" Mo Zun still holds the blade of killing gods in his hand, and his body is under the starry sky, which is a little more beautiful than a god.

Like Mo Jiu, the land of the Southern Wilderness is essentially resisting him, making it impossible for him to exert all his strength.

It's just that Mo Zun was much less affected than Mo Jiu.

"I'm sure we'll see you again soon." In the carriage, the person, the black robe was flying, and the begonia flowers on it, as if dyed with blood, were flying with the wind, weird and beautiful.

"Are you here, do you want to leave?" For the breath in the carriage, Mo Zun was very unhappy.

He is a descendant of the Protoss, and the people of the Demon Race are naturally at odds with each other, but when he feels like this, he wants to destroy them to nothingness.

"I'm not going to do anything with you today." The man's voice sounded like there was no mood swing, no anger, no anger.