high-dimensional seeker

Chapter 160 Please Dragon Lord Kill

On the ceremony watching stage, a wave of sound swept over like a tidal wave.

From the 32 people, 16 people were decided again.

It also means that the next many games will only become more intense.

Bai Shu, who was silently adjusting his breath, turned slightly sideways, and at another place, a young man with white temples was looking at Bai Shu.

Chu Xun?

Around his side was a small sword like a swimming dragon, which turned into a billowing river of water, wrapping around his body like a giant python.

"Tianhe Sword Classic"...

After Bai Shu looked at him, he nodded slightly.

At this moment, following the shaking of Mr. Zhemei on the golden battle platform, sixteen names were gradually reflected from the void, and the current battle finally came to an end.

Luojiang Chen family, Chen Jizi; Kuci, Hengan; Guzang Xu family, Xu Yong; Danbei Zuo family, Zuo Chengye.

Great Demon Tomb, Li Feibai; Nanhua Palace, Shen Tingyun; Chu Royal Family, Chu Xun; Chu Royal Family, Chu Xiang.

Chai Sang Yang's family, Yang Ming; Xin Tong's Mei family, Mei Zhiwen; Guzang Xu's family, Xu Ziwei; Runan Qiao's, Qiao Ting.

Qingshen Guan, Ji Zheng; Chang Jin, Xie Jia, Xie Jianwu; Yiqi Mountain, Lu Xiuzhu; Shen Mo.

"Eight families, two royal families."

Looking at the sixteen names reflected in the void, someone sighed softly:

"There are five disciples of the Holy Land and one Shen Mo of unknown origin. Judging from the current situation, the family is actually going to suppress me and wait for the Holy Land?"

"That's not what it says."

Someone next to me answered:

"If we really want to talk about this battle between the aristocratic family and the holy land, we have to look at Chen Jizi and Heng'an.

One is the legitimate son of the twelve rich families, and the other is only from the Han clan. Their struggle this time is truly a battle between the Holy Land and the aristocratic family. "

"That's right." The man just sighed and shrugged: "I don't know if elder brother is a member of the family or a disciple of the Holy Land?"

"I'm Cui Ming, Zong Xing Zong."

"Long-awaited, long-awaited." His voice suddenly became solemn, and then he asked curiously: "I don't know who the elder brother is betting on this time?"

"...Chen Jizi."

"..."

And with Mr. Zhemei sweeping away with a flick of his sleeve, the sixteen names reflected in the void disappeared immediately.

"The outcome has been decided, three days later, the golden battle stage will begin!"

Zhemei Jun's voice fell from the sky, resounding in all directions.

The young man whose head showed the signs of the rush of water, swayed slightly after opening his mouth, and then disappeared without a trace.

"Three days later..."

The sixteen pupils converged together, and several murderous intentions flowed out faintly, which was not concealed at all.

Chen Jizi smiled, and walked away first, with a calm and calm expression. He glanced at the remaining 15 people, including Heng An, and the smile on his mouth remained undiminished.

"I also hope that you will work hard to add food and clothes."

Luojiang Chen's son-in-law looked sincere:

"Chen has been looking forward to this moment for a long time, and I hope you gentlemen, don't let my subordinates lose their interest."

Heng An's expression was dull, as if turning a blind eye.

Among the remaining people, some spoke coldly, some looked unhappy, and some laughed it off.

"Really, overbearing..."

On the stage of watching the ceremony, the old Taoist Hanxu's eyes were full of brilliance, with a look of great admiration.

"Old Daoist, when I was young, I also had such a youthful demeanor. I haven't seen it for a long time."

Bai Xi stuck out her tongue and quietly made a big grimace.

……

"Really, a domineering young man."

At this moment, among the countless palaces in Qingli Holy Land, in one of the shell palaces, the man in the bamboo crown and green robe lightly clapped his hands and exclaimed:

"The person who will carry the tripod in the 300 years of the Great Chu, who else is there?"

The young man with an admiring expression was obviously Qingli Jun who had disappeared for several days.

According to the old practice of choosing a son-in-law in the Dragon Palace, Lord Qingli always attends the ceremony in person, appraises the young people in the world, and finally chooses a good son-in-law for himself.

But now, this great demon fairy is uncharacteristically, not only showing his face briefly.

Even the seven sons of Qingli, who used to be on the ceremonial platform, only had Mr. Zhemei come.

Such uncharacteristic behavior naturally aroused a lot of discussion from the outside world, and all kinds of words came out one after another.

There are rumors that he went out to the South China Sea, there are rumors that he has long since left Dazheng, and went to the birthday of another demon fairy, Mr. Fang Hu, and there are even rumors that this oldest immortal has long since passed away, and has already passed away at this time.

But no one expected that this great demon fairy was actually in Qingli Palace, but he didn't attend.

"Reminds me of an old friend."

Qingli Jun looked at Chen Jizi's figure and nodded slightly.

"I don't know who it is?"

Suddenly there was a voice:

"Wang Qiuyi?"

If the beautiful woman with a fish tail and other people from Qingli Palace were here, hearing this name, I'm afraid they would all be heartbroken.

Since meeting Wang Qiuyi, Lord Qingli's prestige has been ruthlessly trampled to the ground, smashed to pieces.

If it weren't for the protection of the Qingli Palace magic circle, the oldest immortal would only be hammered to death by the wrathful Wang Qiuyi.

And the name Wang Qiuyi has also become a taboo in Qingli Palace, no one dares to mention it anymore.

"It's not Wang Qiuyi."

Unexpectedly, Qingli Jun did not change color suddenly, and even said with a smile in his voice:

"You young people, don't you read history?

When Wang Qiuyi was born and became famous, he was already past the age of a young man. I have lived for such a long time, but I still can't find it. From which crack in the rock did that person collapse.

There was only a sense of lifelessness in him, and there was no youthful spirit like Chen Jizi's. "

"Oh?"

The person who asked the question was very interested:

"Looking at Chen Jizi, which old man did the Dragon Lord think of?"

"Guanghui, Guanghui, a divine foot monk."

The handsome man with the bamboo crown said softly:

"Looking at Chen Jizi, I often have the illusion that I'm looking at young Guanghui.

Back then, that great monk was also generally arrogant and generally ignorant! "

His voice suddenly sank, and he looked up to the sky and sighed:

"I really hate these fledgling bastards, they always think that everything in the world is in their hands, and if they want it, they can have it at their fingertips.

When these little bastards grow up, their contempt and conceit will become more and more serious day by day, and finally, they will grow into old bastards who should be beheaded like god feet.

I killed King Qi Li, Fang Niuer, Sun Yingtai, King Zheng Wu, and even Wang Qiuyi, but unfortunately, the authority in the world is always controlled by these contemptuous things, generation after generation, relying on others. People are not fast..."

At this time, the surroundings were silent.

Qingli Jun was silent for a while, and finally, he turned his gaze to the voice that dared to ask him.

A few huge pearls make this shell palace as bright as white ground.

In the spacious palace, besides Lord Qingli, there is another group of people.

There are dozens of them in total, both men and women, with different clothes and body shapes.

But without exception, their pupils were all white, they were the eyes of demons.

Among these dozens of people, a man with a black fox mask and a golden armor is faintly headed.

The question just now came from the mouth of Xuanhu Mask.

"Go ahead."

Qingli Jun said lightly:

"You have spent so much time and effort to mess with my magic circle, what exactly do you want?"

"The world."

Among the crowd, Xuanhu mask answered with a loud voice.

"The world?" Lord Qingli repeated this sentence.

"Come here on this trip, Lord Wanglong and I will join in the great cause together!"

"How?"

"Also invite Dragon Lord."

The man retreated a few steps solemnly, and bowed eight times to Lord Qingli:

"First kill all the human races in Qingli Holy Land!"

(End of this chapter)