On the Boundless Mountain, the power of the nine elders, the eighteen elders, the Holy Venerable, and the Holy Immortals, there is only one that breaks through the power of the Holy Spirit, which is the Holy Medicine, one of the Nine Elders.

Long An pulled out the Holy Demon Sword in advance and killed the Asura Demon. Leave the Holy Heaven Continent early and return to Earth, where is one of his favorite girls waiting for him_

Long An said a word, challenging the nine elders and the eighteen elders. That determined look.

For the nine elders and the eighteen elders, they felt that Long An was joking with them. Because he still has time. Seven years. According to Long'an's current demon level, in seven years, he will casually reach the realm of purple without success.

Long An, have you decided? The holy medicine was waiting for Long An, and he thought, Long An would give up.

Only Eighteen knew that Long An's decision would never be changed. Because he's seen it. A year and a half ago, Long An fought against the Snake King, the Tiger King, and he didn't even practice the Silent Decision, and defeated the Snake King, the Tiger King, in the seventy-eight style of the sword duel. Two deities of the ranks. All defeated.

However, eighteen are also curious, one holy spirit, eight holy immortals, and eighteen holy honors. For Long An, how many times is it back then? He actually saw the confidence in his eyes. Eighteen wants him to win, and he wants him to lose. He didn't want to let him take risks again, because he had almost had an accident, because of luck.

Eighteen walked up to Long'an and smiled slightly. I believe in you, a gesture. He turned back to the nine elders and the seventeen elders. Don't be merciful.

The power of the Saints, the power of the Immortals, the power of the Holy Spirit.

Long Andong, sword eighteen style, in the indecisive _ white power. With the cooperation, the sword duel seventy-eight styles eighteen styles. It's like eighteen whites, turning into eighteen different forms.

Pity the eighteen elders, before they can see clearly, they can't move_ like eighteen logs stopped in the air. There was only one person, and he barely cracked _ exactly eighteen.

The nine elders were relaxed and cracked casually.

Long An, stunned, helpless, and helplessly touched his head. His eyes were closed, because he saw the nine elders, who easily cracked the eighteen forms, and he actually comprehended the black power of indecisiveness.

Three years of stuck black power.

When the nine elders saw Long An stop, they thought they wanted to open up, and they jumped to help resolve the seventeen elders.

One looks like a fairy descending to earth, but in fact, it's just a practice to fly to the wall.

Long An felt that the black power was too powerful, and he couldn't help but vomit blood, but he hadn't opened his eyes yet.

The nine patriarchs didn't understand, they just used ninety percent of their strength.

They didn't know that Long An was just using the power of black luck. Time was a minute, a second, and half an hour later, Long An opened his eyes and looked at him, one of his favorites, Bing Yu, actually appeared.

That worried look. There you are.

Do you really want to do this?, Bingyu wanted to wait for Long An's answer. She was disappointed, it wasn't the answer she wanted.

Bing'er, you know, if it's you, so will Long An.

No, if Ding Ting's sister is here, he won't let you do this, use her alone to bet on hundreds of millions of people in the Holy Heaven Continent, do you think she will agree?

Bingyu's words, he knew that it was wrong to do this, but unfortunately Bingyu didn't know, Long An was actually completely sure.

If I fail, I will use the power of one person, so what's the matter. Long An's voice, up to Long An's eyes, was white and black.

For my sake, it's okay to wait another seven years. Bingyu knew that if Long An was defeated, he would be a sinner in the Holy Heaven Continent.