Mozun Immortal Emperor

The descendants of the immortals and the contestants from the Three Thousand Great Worlds all stared at the little golden bull angrily. They might be afraid of Shanglong Jiaoyang.But for this wild bull, each of them will be afraid.

"What are you looking at? Keep staring at Brother Niu, Brother Niu will poison you to death!" The little golden bull suddenly opened his arms, frightening the descendants of immortals and demons around him and the cultivators of the Three Thousand Worlds to back away.

They had witnessed the process of the little golden bull killing Zhan Feng with poison, and this guy was also a dangerous person.

"What? Are you scared? Which one is unconvinced and keeps yelling?" The little golden bull has never been a person who takes advantage and quits. He looks down on the group of enemies and is very arrogant.The surrounding enemies were very angry, but they were all afraid of the venom in the hands of the little golden ox, which was more terrifying than the venom of the death tree, so these people did not dare to explode.

The old golden bull was very enjoyable to watch, and he had no intention of stopping the little golden bull from showing off.

Li Qingyun couldn't stand it anymore, he touched the goatee's whiskers and said in a deep voice, "I think our rules need to be changed. Poisons, which do not belong to the scope of strength, should be banned in the battle for places."

"The old man agrees." Ling Zangfeng said immediately

"Fellow Daoist Li Qingyun is right. Poison and poison do not belong to the category of strength. I agree to cancel it." Qi Yang narrowed his eyes and said

Just as Gai Xiong wanted to make a statement, the old gold barbarian said first, "I agree, and I personally agree with what you said that 'poison and poison' do not belong to the category of strength. But I also want to say that such things It’s something that can really change the game.”

The faces of Li Qingyun and others were very ugly, they could hear the sarcasm in the words of the old gold bull.The descendants of immortals and demons can quickly defeat many strong human races, using the venom of the death tree to open the way. They used the venom of the death tree to win, but now they say that poison and poison do not belong to the scope of strength. This is undoubtedly an act of self-slapping .

"Male Gobi, you old fellows, why don't you directly say that all the things that Long Jiaoyang is good at should be banned? You are so afraid that I, Brother Long, will kill your group of elites. Why don't Brother Niu give you a gift?" Just an idea, you let me, Brother Long Xian, advance directly and rank as the No.1 in the battle for places." The little golden bull angrily pointed at Qi Yang and the others, scolding directly.

The old golden bull was sitting above, and he had no scruples at all.

Qi Yang and the others were very angry, Gai Xiong stared fiercely at the little golden bull and said, "Honorable gold bull, you'd better shut up your descendants, or don't blame this deity for being ruthless."

"Why do you shut up? The old man thinks what he said is very reasonable." The old gold barbarian said domineeringly

Gai Xiong has a fiery temper, and his patience is about to be worn out. He stares at the old golden bull with unbearable killing intent in his heart.

"Fellow Daoist Gai Xiong, don't get angry, everything will wait until after the battle for places." Li Qingyun said softly

Gai Xiong suppressed the anger in his heart, and sat down on the stone bench in a muffled voice.

The old golden ox stared at Li Qingyun with flickering eyes. It was not afraid of any strong man of the same level, because it came with the heart of death.

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Wu Xinjie's entire body was covered with blood power, and his condition could not be seen from the eight-sided exquisite mirror.But Long Jiaoyang was near Wu Xinjie, he could use the Transformation Art to see clearly the process of Wu Xinjie's body reorganization.Some of the esoteric dao patterns among them made Long Jiaoyang think of the feeling of performing the art of reincarnation of thousands of fires.

This seems to contain the power of reincarnation.

"Wu Xinjie was injured so badly, can he really recover?"

Xie Yuxi, who saw this scene through the eight-sided exquisite mirror, said worriedly

"I think Xuan, after all, the power that injured Wu Xinjie was at the emperor level. His physical wounds must be full of emperor level dao patterns, which are difficult to erase easily." Zhan Wang frowned.

"Wu Xinjie was able to survive the sneak attack of an emperor-level cultivator, which already shows his extraordinary. He must have the power of a special bloodline, otherwise it would be impossible to escape death." The golden bull said

The second prince Li Mingdao, "There is only half a day left, and the battle for the quota is about to start. Fellow Daoist Long Jiaoyang won't be dragged down by Wu Xinjie's injury and miss this battle, right?"

The little golden bull and Qie Yuxi both looked worried. They knew Long Jiaoyang very well now, and he would never abandon his own people.

"Monk Kong and the others didn't come, so nothing happened to them, right?" Li Ming said again.

"Hey, it depends on your luck." The little golden bull said with emotion

Time passed by, Long Jiaoyang stood like a statue not far from Wu Xinjie, he seemed to be asleep with his eyes slightly closed, forgetting that the time for the battle for the quota was coming, if he didn't rush over, he would will be missed.

All eyes were fixed on the eight-sided exquisite mirror on the stone platform. The descendants of immortals and demons and the participants from the Three Thousand Great Worlds were all hoping that Long Jiaoyang would miss the time.The Golden Bulls and the others shouted in their hearts, hoping that Long Jiaoyang would make a quick decision and come to participate in the battle for the quota right away.

Click.

There was a crisp cracking sound, and the bloody light on Wu Xinjie's body cracked. Wu Xinjie's body was full of ugly wounds, and some parts were bleeding continuously.

Long Jiaoyang urged the Tianxiang Sacred Tree to Wu Xinjie's side, wanting to use the vitality of the Tianxiang Sacred Tree to restore its vitality, but was shocked to find that Wu Xinjie's body was rejecting the vitality of the outside world.

"Foreign medicine is useless to me. I need to repair it myself to restore my broken body." Wu Xinjie forced a smile and explained

"You're hurt too badly, you should continue to heal." Long Jiaoyang said with a frown

"Time is running out, let's go to the arena for the battle for places first!" Wu Xinjie took out a piece of clothing to cover his entire body, his eyes were bright and full of fighting spirit.

Long Jiaoyang was shocked by Wu Xinjie's words, "You still want to compete?"

"Yes, not only to compete, but also to get a quota!" Wu Xinjie said firmly

Long Jiaoyang was infected by Wu Xinjie's fighting spirit, he grabbed Wu Xinjie's arm, and said with pride, "Okay, let's sweep the descendants of immortals and demons and the chickens and dogs of the Three Thousand Worlds!"

Long Jiaoyang's words made the faces of the descendants of immortals and demons and the cultivators of the Three Thousand Worlds very ugly, but no one opened their mouths to scold, because Long Jiaoyang and Wu Xinjie came through the air, and Long Jiaoyang left Wu Xinjie in the golden Xiaoman. Beside Niu and the others, he himself landed directly on a martial arts arena.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm here, let's start the war!" Long Jiaoyang was unparalleled in domineering, with two gravity stones standing beside him, and a black mist began to form.

The anger of the descendants of the immortals and the contestants of the Three Thousand Worlds was completely aroused by Long Jiaoyang.This human race stood on the martial arts arena, and when they said such words, the domineering look on their brows drove them crazy.