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The power of a sword swept through the main hall, and then acted on the bodies of Yue Yi and the female disciples, and the cultivators just "enjoyed" a kung fu that could not be blinked in the blink of an eye, as if they had woken up from another world, and looked at the sword in a daze. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Bei Cangcang's head was in a cold sweat: "Enlightenment realm...... It's actually the Enlightenment Realm......"

Ye Qian roared in his heart: "Ancestor, this Sword Sect disciple ...... He is actually the bloodline of the Enlightenment Realm...... Even if you were by my side, there was a great chance that he would kill me!"

An old voice said intermittently, "...... Correct...... Cultivate ...... well."

The artifact that is not full of wisdom is really limited on the way to change!

The cultivator's mentality was delicate, and no one spoke for a while.

Yue Yi and the female disciple were intimidated and fell to the ground softly.

A sword to control the "might", the two of them will not completely lose consciousness, looking at a sword in horror, looking at his figure like a god, the infinite fear of a sword, deeply planted.

A sword was retracted.

The two of them reacted, and they got up from the ground and kowtowed heavily, and the sound was continuous, as if a knife was on their necks, and it seemed that if they knocked slowly, their heads would fall to the ground.

But one or two breaths, there are hundreds of knocks.

"Click......"

The two of them pushed too hard, and there was a crisp cracking sound from their skulls.

Pei Cangcang and the other cultivators who respected the sect were stunned and did not react to stop the behavior of the two.

Yijian looked at the behavior of the two, at first, the heart of the divine beast beat slightly, and then he felt very bored, and waved his hand impatiently.

To be honest, in essence, the temperament of a sword belongs to the mellow kind, because of the heart of the divine beast, the kneeling of thousands of creatures may be a little throbbing, but I don't like this scene very much.

Shang Fengfu was blessed to his heart, and he also kowtowed, and left in a hurry with the two of them.

A sword and a dragon sit down.

The eyes of the cultivators were very different when they looked at the two.

Emperor Huashui retracted the realm that protected Emperor Chengqian, and laughed loudly: "Okay, it's a trivial matter, don't spoil everyone's interest, come on, raise a glass and drink together!"

The cultivators raised their glasses.

After three glasses of wine, everyone looked at the two of them with great jealousy, and the atmosphere at the scene was much more eager, as if what had happened just now had not happened, and then they talked about the interesting stories of the three gods.

In this way, two days passed in a hurry.

There is no divine array in the Yongzhan Prince Realm to consume the soul power of cultivators, and drinking wine and eating meat will only become more and more energetic for Kyushu, and there is no feeling for two days.

An aboriginal maid in the Qi Refining Realm stepped on broken steps and leaned into the ear of Emperor Huashui and said a word.

Emperor Huashui waved his hand and motioned for the maid to go down.

Everyone turned their heads curiously to look at Dihuashui, everyone was embarrassed to eavesdrop on what the maid said, and naturally they didn't know what she said to Dihuashui.

Emperor Huashui smiled and said, "Fellow Daoists, come with me to the main hall, we are guests!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Guest?

The immortal forces of Xianle Prefecture have all come, right? Where will there be any guests?

When everyone returned to the main hall, they found that the atmosphere in the main hall was quite delicate, and the elders were talking with a smile, but they were a little careless, and their attention was no longer on the topic they were talking about.

The elders of the six major sects were indifferent and drank wine by themselves.

A sword and a dragon sit down.

The power of a sword swept through the main hall, and then acted on the bodies of Yue Yi and the female disciples, and the cultivators just "enjoyed" a kung fu that could not be blinked in the blink of an eye, as if they had woken up from another world, and looked at the sword in a daze.

Bei Cangcang's head was in a cold sweat: "Enlightenment realm...... It's actually the Enlightenment Realm......"

Ye Qian roared in his heart: "Ancestor, this Sword Sect disciple ...... He is actually the bloodline of the Enlightenment Realm...... Even if you were by my side, there was a great chance that he would kill me!"

An old voice said intermittently, "...... Correct...... Cultivate ...... well."

The artifact that is not full of wisdom is really limited on the way to change!

The cultivator's mentality was delicate, and no one spoke for a while.

Yue Yi and the female disciple were intimidated and fell to the ground softly.

A sword to control the "might", the two of them will not completely lose consciousness, looking at a sword in horror, looking at his figure like a god, the infinite fear of a sword, deeply planted.

A sword was retracted.

The two of them reacted, and they got up from the ground and kowtowed heavily, and the sound was continuous, as if a knife was on their necks, and it seemed that if they knocked slowly, their heads would fall to the ground.

But one or two breaths, there are hundreds of knocks.

"Click......"

The two of them pushed too hard, and there was a crisp cracking sound from their skulls.

Pei Cangcang and the other cultivators who respected the sect were stunned and did not react to stop the behavior of the two.

Yijian looked at the behavior of the two, at first, the heart of the divine beast beat slightly, and then he felt very bored, and waved his hand impatiently.

To be honest, in essence, the temperament of a sword belongs to the mellow kind, because of the heart of the divine beast, the kneeling of thousands of creatures may be a little throbbing, but I don't like this scene very much.

Shang Fengfu was blessed to his heart, and he also kowtowed, and left in a hurry with the two of them.

A sword and a dragon sit down.

The eyes of the cultivators were very different when they looked at the two.

Emperor Huashui retracted the realm that protected Emperor Chengqian, and laughed loudly: "Okay, it's a trivial matter, don't spoil everyone's interest, come on, raise a glass and drink together!"

The cultivators raised their glasses.

After three glasses of wine, everyone looked at the two of them with great jealousy, and the atmosphere at the scene was much more eager, as if what had happened just now had not happened, and then they talked about the interesting stories of the three gods.

In this way, two days passed in a hurry.

There is no divine array in the Yongzhan Prince Realm to consume the soul power of cultivators, and drinking wine and eating meat will only become more and more energetic for Kyushu, and there is no feeling for two days.

An aboriginal maid in the Qi Refining Realm stepped on broken steps and leaned into the ear of Emperor Huashui and said a word.

Emperor Huashui waved his hand and motioned for the maid to go down.

Everyone turned their heads curiously to look at Dihuashui, everyone was embarrassed to eavesdrop on what the maid said, and naturally they didn't know what she said to Dihuashui.

Emperor Huashui smiled and said, "Fellow Daoists, come with me to the main hall, we are guests!"

Everyone looked at each other.

Guest?

The immortal forces of Xianle Prefecture have all come, right? Where will there be any guests?

When everyone returned to the main hall, they found that the atmosphere in the main hall was quite delicate, and the elders were talking with a smile, but they were a little careless, and their attention was no longer on the topic they were talking about.

The elders of the six major sects were indifferent and drank wine by themselves.

A sword and a dragon sit down.