The fish boy gave two thumbs up, squatted on the couch and cheered for the sea of clouds and the sea of clouds.

"Come on, sea of clouds!"

Seeing this, the Four Alliances were not to be outdone, Han Miaoyin, Guang Lai'er, Master Tieyin, and Su Xianren each showed their magical powers to intercept the thousands of Buddha's hands that were overwhelming.

"Hold on!"

In the second round, the big red real person, the style of the Buddha's clothes, the Mai Shenxiang, the thief and the walker, and the four wisps of Dao Yuan entered each other, such as seeing the wind path cloud sea and Shu Canghai's poisonous skills greatly increased.

In the third round, Hachimantaira, Omi Maiko, Kurume, Takachiho, Aso, Yamaxi, Murong Nanxing, and Mei Qianer flocked to the cliff to set up a human frame, one hand after another.

In the fourth round, Shen Jiayan, Shen Jiamu, Duolang, Ji Shen, Huang Tiandang, Iwate, and Tabu Wutai competed against the founder.

In the fifth round, Sanshao, Hengba Dao, Biluosanren, Pu'er Monk, Pingjian Huatian Yang, and Wushi Yilong supported each other and pulled out mountains and rivers.

In the sixth round, Yu Gongzi, Wu Operator, Longjing Yisheng, Ji Yiren, Uncle Bing, concentrate and silently bless.

The central crowd has a myriad of weather.

The six alliances work together to resist the invincible founder, shining brightly in the crystal city that reigns over the world.

Even though Lu Yanxi was so capable, he still couldn't stand the devastation of the thousands of Buddha's hands, and finally fell into the abyss.

"Brother Lu!"

At the top of the cliff, all beings did not notice what was happening at the bottom of the misty cliff, and vaguely, a woman with a bright hanger pulled her hand, and Lu Yanxi disappeared without a trace.

Immediately afterwards, Mei Qian'er clinged to the cliff, carefully moved in the direction of Mu Xuezhi, and sighed: "Strong man righteousness, the hero has fallen." ”

In an instant, the corner of the clothes with a cluster of plum blossom prints was entangled by a pitiful cold and thin hand mission.

"I don't want to die. ”

Mei Qian'er was close to Hachimantaira, and in the mist, she saw Mu Xuezhi, who was wrapped in a bloody insect silk net with her pitiful cold and thin hands, not seriously injured, with a slight residual blood at the corner of her mouth, and her empty pupils flickering black and white.

"Master Mu Meng, we're here to save you!" Mei Qian'er grabbed Mu Xuezhi's hands with one hand and shouted loudly: "Hachimantai, go up." ”

At this time, in the miasma fog, the Six Alliances saw a magical scene, it was those old people who were alive, and those who were difficult to let go of the feelings of the world, and all living beings were different.

"Don't look at it, go up. ”

Mei Qian'er is a well-known artist who is bold, not afraid of demons and sneakers, and he has no door or faction to cultivate to the first class, no worse than Huang Laozi of Sanzhan.

As a guest of Sanzhan, he is kind and sincere.

However, for the sake of face, the gentleman who doesn't ask about the dispute in the world has made a favor.

The founder of the Cross Wutai looked up to the sky and looked at the old man and said: "Qingniu children, we have been serving the king for a hundred years. ”

The white-haired old man acquiesced.

Huang Tiandang said in surprise: "Is it Ma Dashuai who chooses it, or we come by ourselves." ”

Ma En didn't say anything, he glared, and the Thousand Buddha's hand was instantly withdrawn.

The maker of the mink coat turned around, leaped over the double platform, and stood still.

The musician Qin'er, the founder Maen, the collector Ge Lin, and the queen Frosie, are the most female officials who don't let the women have eyebrows, and the little enemies who are most concerned about liking and resentful.

"It seems that we choose it ourselves. Huang Tiandang took three steps back, which means that the martial arts of the nest against the martial arts have kicked off.

Huang Tiandang asked, "Mr. Taro, what do you think?"

The people on the cross platform were all first-class masters, and they looked at each other, and the new king was chosen among them.

The bent back little old man smiled slightly and said, "Lord Huang Alliance, do you want to forget someone?"

Looking at it from the perspective of all living beings, the general straightened his belly, and Huang Tiandang, who was mixed with mixed feelings, smiled and said, "Yes, there is another person!" After a moment, he raised his hand and said, "I have invited the head of the Rain Spirit Alliance to come to discuss the matter." ”

Mu Xuezhi, who had just climbed the cliff, stretched out a sigh of relief, bowed his head and groaned, his demeanor was not as good as before.

"Alliance leader, is there any problem?"

Mu Xue was far away, and the empty pupils were instantly black, all black, and there was no brilliance.

Love and hate are intertwined, people are emaciated, and joys and sorrows are silent.

Iwate was slightly emaciated, languishing, and had lost the sparkle of the two phoenixes, alternating hatred.

Ji Shen didn't dare to look at each other.

Huang Tiandang repeated again: "Please, Master Mumeng." ”

Ye Luoshi said: "Master Mu League, the old man is invited." ”

Mu Xuezhi, who was bleached with empty pupils, lost his soul, wore a bright hanger, and flew on the cross platform.

The rice white Taoist who took back the dust of the Buddha had a very good face, and he looked at the cliff again, and again, and there was not even a shadow of a river boy.

Huang Tiandang said: "Mr. Duolang against the two brothers, discuss in advance, and the arrow is ready to go." Ji Shen and Iwate, the husband and wife are not easy to get along. As for you, the leader of the Mu League, the two of us are the target, and the game will naturally stay behind?"

Without saying a word, Iwate hurriedly said, "Okay!"

The speechless prodigal son sneered, sarcastic, and said cowardly: "Zhou Dao, I don't care about the ancestor of the Holy Gate. ”

The white-haired old man who was still in Yunding turned a deaf ear, except for the slightest warm law of mercy, the rest were as cold as frost.

The bent-backed little old man smiled and said, "The Lord of the Yellow Alliance is powerful, powerful." ”

Taro's heart was happy for a while, and the law of virtue was indeed the most difficult to deal with in ancient times.

Shen Jiayan and Shen Jiamu were back to back, holding the double-phase ball in their hands, and said, "Mr. Duolang, I have learned!"

The wind and thunder are both moving, and the waves are magnificent.

Seeing this, the other four retreated to the cliff.

Taro left the dagger on the left, and the child's drum on the right, and the sound wave shook with his hand.

Thunder, thunder, thunder, wind, wind.

The king used the black and white keys, his right finger trembled slightly, and sighed softly: "It's wonderful." ”

The swordsman under the cedar tree in the distance took a few more steps on foot, and came to a larger one that could obscure his vision, and the long thin sword resonated.

The bent-backed little old man was invincible to the wind and thunder, which he had already expected, otherwise Huang Tiandang would not have done this well, in order to make him look foreign.

"Let me look foreign?" Taro muttered in his heart, his left hand left the dagger in his hand, and was deflected by a blow from the windward bead.

Yu Gongzi continued to squat on the couch, cocked his thumbs, and shouted loudly: "Come on, come on, come on." ”

With an oily face and sweating profusely, the three Dharma Protectors obviously can't bear his weight like a big meat ball, but fortunately, Shu Canghai, who has his arm turned outward, takes the place of the fourth Dharma Protector, as stable as Mount Tai.

This fourth protector really poked Huang Tiandang's eyes, and the latter could only comfort himself: "Everyone has their own ambitions, so what can they think." The latter thought again: "Kill!"

Entangled for a period of time, Duolang's defeat has been revealed, and he has been defeated and retreated, and he has his own killing moves, and he can't feel at ease.

Shen Jiamu moved the thunder beads, the thunder was rolling, and an arc dragon pierced the sky under the phoenix spectrum dragon robe.

The little old man with a bent back immediately flipped to the ground, and between the electric light and flint, the cross martial arts platform containing the cave sky thunderbolted wildly.

Duo Lang opened his hands all over the yellow sand to cover his Dafa.

The small gesture made the creator and the musician of the double first stage have more unwarranted anxiety, "Array?

Another brother of the Shen family, the Wind Bead, Shen Jiamu raised his hand, and a hurricane came.

The golden yellow sand has nowhere to hide, it is blown clean, and the little old man with his bent back is like oil on the soles of his feet, rolling and rolling, and the embarrassed image almost falls into the abyss of the miasma of the undead.

In a moment, the amplitude of the drum resounded, flying above the cave sky, leaving the hand dagger to overcome the wind with the wind, and the blade to overcome the hurricane.

Suddenly, the majestic arc dragon faced the terrifying serpent that filled the entire cave sky.

The vast cave sky, one tail and eight heads, looking far east, immovable.