Mozun Immortal Emperor

Huo Ming, the holy son of the Little Thunder God Temple on the treasure platform, glanced at the crowd with the orderly Thunder God pattern all over his body and said, "Gourd root, I'm going to make it!"

"If you want it, must I give it to you?"

A person with a black ghost mask spoke, his voice was very gloomy, as if from hell.This person is Gui Qiao, the holy son of Guixianmen.

Huo Ming stared indifferently at the ghost Qiao who was under the stage of competing for treasures, and said coldly, "The ghost and evil techniques of the Ghost Immortal Sect are indeed very powerful. But I sent Lei Fa to restrain the ghost gate techniques. You'd better think carefully before coming up." , don’t forget to lose once on the treasure competition platform, and you will not be able to compete for something better later on.”

Hearing Huo Ming's words, Long Jiaoyang looked at the wordless stone tablet in his hand and asked, "Is there still such a rule in the treasure platform? Those who lose will not be eligible to participate in the competition later?"

"That's right, the Treasure Competition is for the strong, and the loser is the loser, so he is not qualified to compete for the treasure." The wordless stone tablet responded

"I don't accept it. I was suppressed by the Gourd Spirit Root, and I was not defeated by someone in the ring. This is too unfair." Pig King said indignantly

"Losing is losing, and it doesn't matter how you lost in this competition for the treasure platform." The wordless stone tablet said

The Holy Son of Ghost Immortal Sect didn't play right away, because what Huo Ming said was true, Lei Fa was born with the ability to restrain ghosts and evil, and the possibility of defeat after he went up was extremely high.

"I'll meet you for a while." Ning Hao Shengzi flew up, his heroic appearance attracted the attention of female cultivators.

"This man is so handsome, I wonder which power's holy son he is?"

"Looking at his attire, he should be the son of a country." A Huaichun girl stared at the python robe and cloak on Ning Hao's son.

"I know him. He is the son of Ning Hao from Ningcang Kingdom, and one of the most handsome sons in Cangzhou."

"..."

The discussions of the Huaichun girls spread to the arena.

The ordinary-looking Huo Ming stared at Ning Hao's son coldly and said, "Ning Hao, you'd better step down by yourself, or I will ruin your appearance, and the loss outweighs the gain."

The son of Ning Hao was indifferent and speechless, and he started directly. What he practiced was the ancestral secret technique of the Ning royal family.This is a hard art that opens and closes, and is about to break the sky.Lei Ming grasped the sky with one hand, and touched the earth with the other hand to outline the yin and yang thunder, forming the secret art of the Temple of Thunder that destroys the sky.

When Long Jiaoyang saw Huo Ming's secret technique, he immediately thought of Lei Yan from the Nine Profound World. This so-called Little Thunder Temple was fundamentally connected with the Thunder Temple.

Shengzi Ning Hao's combat strength is not weak, and the battle against the immortals is also very amazing, but his opponent is someone from the Little Thunder Temple. After a hundred rounds of the battle, he began to be at a disadvantage and was severely suppressed.

"You can't, you are far worse than your brother Ning Xiang." Huo Ming sneered, the thunder pattern and immortal energy on his body merged, and an endless sea of ​​thunder burst out, directly blasting Ning Hao Shengzi out of the ring.

The son of Ning Hao suffered a bloody defeat, and his expression was very ugly, because Huo Ming satirized that he was not as good as Ning Xiang.

"Holy Son, how do you feel?" Huozhu Shenzi flew down beside Ning Hao Sheng Zi, and helped Ning Hao Sheng Zi up.

"This Holy Son Huo Ming is too hateful!" Ning Hao Shengzi said very depressed

"Holy Son, ask your subordinates to go up and avenge you." Huo Zhu Shenzi said with a twinkle in his eyes

Holy Son Ning Hao wiped off the blood from the corner of his mouth, and did not agree, "You will only get him the gourd spirit root if you go up."

On the small mountain peak, the wordless stele reminded, "Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang, this person has won eight games in a row, and the Gourd Spirit Root will be his if he wins one game. Are you still not playing?"

"Go, of course." Long Jiaoyang nodded, and used the technique of time and space to get to the ring in one step.

Several other people who originally wanted to go to the ring were stagnated in mid-air.

At this time, if someone gets on the ring first, it is useless for the people behind to get on.

"Who is this person? Why are you so ignorant of the rules, have you not seen how many of the Holy Sons have moved?" Someone said dissatisfied

"Who among you knows him? If it's an unknown pawn who doesn't know what to do, go up and directly lose the gourd spirit root to Huo Ming, I won't agree."

"This... this person looks very familiar... I remember, he is Long Jiaoyang who walked across the Shuanglong Bridge and entered the inner area!" Someone recognized Long Jiaoyang's identity and exclaimed

"What? The person who walked across the Double Dragon Bridge?"

All eyes were on Long Jiaoyang. Long Jiaoyang came out of Shuanglong Bridge in the middle of the night, and many people did not see his true face.

"He looks younger than Son Ning Hao?" a female cultivator asked.

"Yeah, he exuded a domineering aura, which gave me an indescribable sense of security."

"A man with clear water chestnuts is more attractive than a handsome man."

"..."

Many young girl cultivators were commenting on Long Jiaoyang.The gazes of the male cultivators were even hotter, because they all knew that Long Jiaoyang was an alchemist with shocking venom in his hands.

"Master Long is on the field, this Huo Ming will definitely lose." Seeing Long Jiaoyang on the field, Huo Zhu Shenzi said very confidently

Shengzi Ning Hao glared at Shenzi Huozhu and said, "Where do you see that Long Jiaoyang can win when he plays?"

Huozhu Shenzi was speechless, and he didn't know why he had so much confidence in Long Jiaoyang, maybe it was because he saw Long Jiaoyang crossing the forbidden thunder sea of ​​Shuanglong Bridge, and thought that Long Jiaoyang was very powerful.

Beside the Holy Maiden Qin Yun, Xin Qian's guard's beautiful eyes lit up and said, "Holy Maiden, Master Long is in the ring, do you think he can win?"

"I don't know, he's a person I can't see through." The eyes of the Holy Maiden Qin Yun were watery, and her eyes flicked over Long Jiaoyang.

"I think Master Long will win, he is the one who walked across the Double Dragon Bridge." Another woman guarding the saint said confidently

On the stage of competing for treasures, Huo Ming from the Little Thunder Temple stared at Long Jiaoyang unkindly. He had already won eight games, and as long as he won one more game, he would be able to obtain the Gourd Spirit Root. But at this time, a man with unfathomable strength people.

"Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang, you have successfully crossed the Shuanglong Bridge and entered the inner area of ​​the Tiandi Village. You must have gained a lot. Can you not fight with me for this gourd spirit root?" Huo Ming of the Little Thunder Temple tried hard to maintain harmony smiled

Long Jiaoyang looked up at the gourd spirit root above the Treasure Fighting Platform, and he sensed an innate aura surging down from it, invading his body, and then this power was transforming into a suppressive power.

Long Jiaoyang immediately urged the extreme stars to emit more fairy blood, which poured into his blood.Then Long Jiaoyang suddenly felt that the suppressing power of the gourd spirit root on him disappeared. The gourd spirit root had previously suppressed the power of the pig king, and it was really because the pig king did not have the blood of the fairy blood.

"Bloodlines don't determine strength. If you want to find the owner of the bloodline of the fairy blood, I will cut it off." Long Jiaoyang silently watched the gourd spirit root, whispering in his heart

Huo Ming's face in Little Thunder Temple became more and more ugly. His harmonious words were ignored by Long Jiaoyang, and he directly slashed at Long Jiaoyang with a streak of thunder.