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Killing one person is killing, and killing a hundred people is also killing. As long as it is one's own enemy, the end result is only one word of death. Huanglong's death may be insignificant in Yan Lingyu's eyes, but it caused displeasure to the million elite disciples who were inquiring in front of him. Little sensation.

Huanglong is not an ordinary person, he is a master among masters, an existence of the level of a heavenly saint, a character in the early days of the prehistoric period, an old monster who has lived for millions of years, but now he is fleeing without a fight. What kind of strength is it to kill it in a short time.

Millions of people are staring at Yan Lingyu with fiery eyes. This is the worship of a master. If a heavenly saint is determined to kill, he can almost fight with these millions of people, and the heavenly saint is so vulnerable in front of him What's more, they are not as good as Tiansheng, all of them are quiet. In the face of absolute strength, conspiracy and tricks are all nonsense, and millions of people can't even bring up a little bit of luck.

But this is not the place that everyone envies the most, the most envious thing is that he lies drunk on the lap of a beautiful woman.

Accompanied by the stunning beauty Xuanyue, drunk with intoxicating fine wine, all kinds of delicacies that have never been seen before are floating in the sky, making everyone salivate, and the life of the gods and couples is not like this.

With Yan Lingyu's arrival, the place became surprisingly calm. Not only was there no fighting, but he almost didn't even have the courage to raise his voice, which also eased the atmosphere.

It is only a few hours away from the appearance of Qiyun Shengdao, and a few hours is just a snap of the fingers for these practitioners.

"Are you here?" Sensing the energy fluctuations from afar, Yan Lingyu opened his eyes, and the eyes were full of light, with a strong fighting spirit in them, lonely loneliness, and the coldness of the heights. No one can understand his belonging. The loneliness of a master.

The strong fighting spirit has also attracted the attention of those strong men who came one after another. They are all strong men who have experienced several battles and have a lot of fighting opinions, but they have never encountered such a strong fighting spirit.

The least number of people who came to compete for Qiyun Holy Island this time was the Wu Clan. There were only five of them, and five of them were the most holy masters. Together with their spirit treasures, they were undoubtedly the strongest this time. The best team is the most valuable.

"What a strong fighting spirit, is it brother Xiaoyao?" Xing Tian and his descendants exclaimed at the same time.

"What a powerful fighting intent, it came from the endless sea, could it be the master who killed Huanglong?" Yuan Yuan stared at the direction of the fighting intent and exclaimed.

Originally, he still wanted to avenge Huanglong, but after feeling the fighting spirit from Yan Lingyu, he decided to give up. This fighting spirit has been firmly reflected in his soul. From the depths of his soul, he told himself that he Definitely not the opponent of the owner of this fighting spirit.

"Is it him? I didn't expect his cultivation to reach this point. It seems that I really underestimated him."

Feeling this familiar fighting spirit, Nuwa was overjoyed. At this moment, she was very excited and proud. Although the owner of this fighting spirit was stronger than herself, he was a race created by herself. What a thing it was great thing.

"What a strange fighting spirit, when did such a strong man appear against the sky." The strong men who had never met Yan Lingyu were silently guessing his identity.

"Amitabha Buddha." As the voice sounded, two golden rays of light stopped in the sky above the endless sea. The golden light slowly dissipated, and two bald heads appeared in front of them, one fat and one thin in proportion. This familiar slogan made everyone They all know the identities of the two, and the Western Bliss Saint Zhunti mentions and guides them.

Jieyin stared at Yan Lingyu and his party with glowing eyes, as if seeing an innate spiritual treasure. Since the Battle of the Conferred Gods, he hadn't touched his heart so much for many years.

"The eyes of this bald man are terrible." Feeling the eyes that stripped people naked, Xuan Yue whispered. "It's understandable for you to have such a mood. He is the most vile, shameless, shameless, and humble saint in the legend." Hearing Xuanyue's evaluation, Yan Lingyu expressed his opinion in the same way, and it was groundless. , there must be a reason, maybe I don’t know if the legend is true, anyway, Yan Lingyu has already known his first impression from the legend, and he must repair him if he has the opportunity.

"You said that he is Zhunti, the sage of Western bliss who possesses the most holy cultivation?" Xuan Yue was taken aback, and stared at Yan Lingyu in disbelief.Looking into the eyes of this little girl, Yan Lingyu was a little depressed. Is this the daughter of a sage?Her mother didn't even introduce Zhunti to her, she stared at Zhunti with displeasure and said, "Who else could it be except this guy?"

Of the hundreds of millions of beings in the world, Yan Lingyu is probably the only one who dares to scold him in front of Zhun.

"Amitabha, benefactor, you are slandering the old monk. Although your cultivation level is very high, the old monk is not easy to provoke. If you don't make it clear, the old monk will never end with you." Although Zhunti's character is not good, he can cultivate Wei is a real master of the supreme sage, who has reached the level of the supreme sage, and already has the ability to listen to all directions. Their conversations are verbatim.

"Enough? I'm just against you, what's the matter, you have the ability to demote me!"

I don't know what kind of impression I got, anyway, I just saw that I couldn't speak well, and Yan Lingyu felt that he was very angry when he spoke, anyway, he meant to use him to practice his hands, and he was not afraid of provoking him. According to Yan Lingyu's words, we have the strength to call Woolen cloth.

"You..." Zhunti pointed at Yan Lingyu and was so angry that he couldn't speak, why he couldn't figure out when he offended Yan Lingyu, why did he have to fight against himself?

"My bosom friend! What this fellow Taoist said is so true! Zhunti is not a good guy." Just when Zhunti was about to yell at him, another strong man came, who seemed to be just as upset as Yan Lingyu. the strong.

"Which bastard is looking for death." Feeling Yan Lingyu's soaring fighting spirit, fighting such a person would be a disadvantage. Zhunti's character is not good, but his brain is very good, and he knew that he could not fight Yan Lingyu, so he chose Forbearance, I didn't expect that someone would have the guts to go against him, yelling at him regardless of the face of a peerless master.

"Your Grandpa Tongtian doesn't have a bastard grandson like you. I'm afraid you won't succeed if I single out." It turns out that this person is one of the Sanqing. The Tongtian sage who was dug into the corner by the West taking advantage of the danger of others.

Among the witches, demons, Buddhas, and Taoists, the strongest saint in terms of strength is undoubtedly the Tongtian Saint, but he has a carefree personality and is a bit withdrawn, and he has no friends, and his subordinates are stronger than any of them. , so in the Conferred God War, he undoubtedly became the target of everyone's repair. The strongest strength does not mean that he can one-on-one. Tolerate.

So he called Zhunti single-handedly, he was sure that Zhunti didn't have the guts, he smiled slyly and said, "Why, no way?"

Molesting Zhunti mercilessly, because he is not afraid to ask for help now, because this supreme holy man with a fighting spirit is as unhappy with him as he is, as long as he has signs of defeat, he will definitely help Own.

Tongtian doesn't know how to get in touch with people, but his observation of people is no less than that of any saint.

Zhunti blushed, trembling with anger, and taunted himself in front of millions of people. If he didn't take it, how dare he go out to meet people, and said angrily, "Fight, fight, why am I afraid of you?"

"Papa." Just as the two were about to make a move, a sudden force suddenly emerged, and another 17 people descended. This is definitely a team that has always been strong. The lowest level is also the cultivation level of the Heavenly Sage. Among the four supreme sages, there is one in the early stage of the sage, two in the middle stage of the sage, and one in the late stage of the sage.

With the arrival of this group of people, Zhunti and Tongtian, who were facing each other just now, withdrew their momentum and stared at the coming people.

"Why don't you continue? It's been a long time since I saw the Juesheng confrontation, and a good show just stepped down like this? It seems that I came out early." The old man in the late stage of Juesheng stared at the two hesitantly, as if he was interested in the two. People's stop is not very satisfactory.

"Why did you come out too?" Both of them looked at the person and exclaimed.

Yan Lingyu also stared at the visitor and squinted his eyes, because he clearly felt the identity of the visitor, the monster clan, and the monster clan, without Nuwa in it, it was obviously either a divine beast or a fierce beast, and this group of monster clan had no murderous aura on them. Therefore, I decided that it should be the lineage of the divine beast, but I didn't expect the divine beast to also participate in this battle. It seems that there is something to play.

"You black unicorn, you old man, you are the one who jumped out to ruin good things again." Following the appearance of the divine beast, a dozen murderers who were evenly matched with the divine beast also jumped out.

"I like it, I'm happy, do you have an opinion? Dead centipede." Hei Qilin didn't show the murderer's name at all, and meant to come whenever he wanted to fight.

Can become the opponent of the divine beast Black Kylin, this centipede is definitely not an ordinary centipede, it is the vicious sand with the second name of the most ferocious beast on the murderer list in the Primordial Continent, and its momentum is not weaker than that of the Black Kylin. Qilin, your skin is itchy, right?"

When the two were bickering, the powerhouses of the entire Great Desolate Continent had basically descended on this endless sea.

The black unicorn, the beast of the monster clan, and the vicious beast, Sha, are one of the five great holy powerhouses in the entire prehistoric world. (Excluding Yan Lingyu) The power behind it is also one of the six great powers in the prehistoric continent. Few people have the guts to confront each other. Go up and persuade them to fight.

Of course, there are some people present who have the guts, but those are people from the other four major forces and Yan Lingyu. When two tigers fight each other, one will be injured, and in a duel between two opposing forces, no one will benefit. When two tigers fight, one will be injured. , Sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, they will be the cheapest ones at that time, so no one will be stupid enough to persuade them to fight, but unfortunately, there is an exception among the four major forces, and that is Nuwa, who belongs to the demon clan like the two major forces similar.

Nuwa looked at the two of them unceremoniously and cursed, "Black Qilin, vicious sand, I want to fight back to your territory."