I am the seventeenth prince

Chapter 353 Chapter 357 Zongshan (1 more)
Qiankun Zongshan.

The contiguous glacial mountains, with countless buildings on them, architectural palaces with strong artificial traces, and the cultivated soil made of rammed earth on the icebergs, are planted with some extremely cold-resistant flowers and plants, becoming the only greenness in the cold light.

The undulating cold ice compound is revered by Hanchuan savages like a god, calling it a wonder in the world.

In a certain courtyard, several people were discussing skills, and the shadows of the people intertwined, and the light of swords and knives appeared like sparks, sometimes appearing and sometimes disappearing.

"Your kid's disciple's swordsmanship has improved again. Congratulations. It seems that a breakthrough is just around the corner."

"It's okay. It's not in vain that I gave advice for a day. It's just that my talent is a little bit worse. It took me a day to make some progress."

"Your brat's character won't change, will you? One day, you dare to brag to me."

There were two old men sitting in front of the stone table, one was a little sloppy, the other had a broken left arm, and their disciples stood beside them, pouring wine, serving, and observing were all their business.

Push the cup to change the cup, and the gong and chips are staggered.

"drink."

"This cold spring wine is good, it has been hidden for a hundred years, you kid has nothing to do, you can steal it or rape it!

Tell me, if there is anything that needs me to help, as long as it can be done, I will help if I can for the sake of today's jug of wine. "

The slovenly old man grinned, leaned forward, and condensed his voice into a line.

All of a sudden, the one-armed old man trembled all over, with eyes full of surprise, he looked at the slovenly old man, and then at the forbidden area in the back mountain.

There was a moment of silence, he said.

"Do you know what your words mean?"

The sloppy old man said with a smile.

"Literally, don't you think that if I dare to tell you, I will not have the courage to speak nonsense?"

The one-armed old man pondered for a while, raised the silver bottle, and looked at the figure reflected in the drink.

On his familiar face, there was a centipede-like scar at the corner of his eye.

It's tasteless to drink.

"If you change someone else, why do you fight if you lose?"

A group of people stepped forward, and similar competitions were not once or twice under the old man's door.

"Assigned."

"Brother is great."

The one-armed old man was indifferent to the humble voice that rang in his ears, and he didn't even say what he usually commented on, which was very different from usual.

Behind him, the disciples looked at each other in blank dismay, not knowing what the sloppy old man had said to make his master lose his usual calm.

"yes!
Losing, in a certain sense, it is indeed losing, and the previous actions are also ridiculous and lamentable. "

The one-armed old man muttered repeatedly.

Suddenly, the figure in the forbidden area reappeared. It was a hundred feet high. It seemed to be detecting something. The big hand stretched out, and the cold air in the Qiankun Zongshan area seemed to be controlled by someone, distorted and dispersed.

Crystal clear as cold jade, the whole body penetrates the holy light,
One of the tallest ice mountains is called Tianshan.

The phantom of Qiankun rises from Tianshan Mountain, like living on Zongshan Mountain, like a god-man high above.

Inside the palace on the top of the mountain, there is a strange man sitting on a futon. He is not tall, but a little shorter than ordinary people. He has a long beard, a beard, big round ears, and his clothes are half open, revealing a dark fist.

The shadow of the fist is like thick ink, firmly rooted in Qiankun's body.

For more than a hundred years, Qiankun has been eroded by fist strength.

Back then, he attacked Li Ying, forced Li Ying to feign death, and used the secret method of the Corpse Immortal Sect to survive, with brilliant results. But likewise, Li Ying's counterattack with all his strength caused Qian Kun to suffer long-term injuries.

It even allowed him to make no progress in cultivation for more than a hundred years.

It is very different from the phantom that appears to be born and sacred from the outside world.

As skinny as a stick, it looks like a terrifying image.

As an Optimus Prime, he didn't dare to show his true colors to others.

"It's strange, my divine sense sent a warning, if I'm not inside the sect, I'm outside the sect."

Sitting cross-legged in the hall, his heart felt as if someone had poured cold water on his heart, which made his heart that had been silent for many years throb. This was not a good omen.

Just as he was about to transmit the sound and send someone out to investigate, suddenly, his face changed drastically.

In the distant sky outside Zongshan, a group of black spots flew over.

It is getting bigger and bigger, it is the goshawk raised by Yu Chao Qinsi, as big as a hill, it hits, and the momentum on it is magnificent, soaring into the sky, agitating the world and changing colors, and matching the surrounding evil forces.

There are a hundred masters.

No one is lower than the master's strength, Yu Chao intends to overthrow everything with majestic strength.

Near the boundary of Qiankunzong Mountain, the group didn't care whether Qiankunzong discovered it or not.

As for Qiankun Shengzun, Yu Chao's side is not worried, there are people to deal with it.

dong dong dong.

The Hong Bell on the top of the mountain, which had not sounded once in a hundred years, suddenly shook, making a sound that shook the sky and the earth.

"Zongmen alarm bell, who is ringing?"

"What happened?"

"There was an invasion there? Why did the ten thousand year bell ring?"

There were noisy voices everywhere in Zongshan.

From time to time, there were people walking around, jumping up into the air, looking around, but they never found any trace of invasion.

Among the people who leaped into the sky, all of them were grand masters. A rough count showed that there were at least 30 people, and four of them had a particularly terrifying aura, which was unique even among the grand masters.

One of them was like a sea of ​​flames, burning the entire sky. In the sea of ​​flames, there was a beautiful woman with attractive features. She was dressed in a brocade robe, which was not very thick, and she could vaguely see her enchanting figure from it.

The tulle on the face is very tempting, making people have the urge to reveal the veil.

"Quiet."

The voice was very soft, but the power that came with it made people solemn.

Second, a big man with silver armor looking into the distance.

"The enemy is coming."

Thirdly, the one-armed old man exuded a fierce aura. Due to the aura, the air was completely distorted, as if it was stained with an ominous gray light.

He didn't speak, his eyes were clear.

Fourth, a fat man with a bald head and a fat face looks like a treacherous man with a smile on his face.

It's just that his slender eyes looked at the one-armed old man next to him from time to time, and there was some kind of anger in them, as if he was trying to suppress the disgust in his heart, and he snorted coldly at the old man.

The two people next to him didn't care.

After all, everyone in the sect knows that the Tianzhu Peak lineage and the Chuanxi lineage are in the same situation, and the battle in the past has never stopped from top to bottom.

"Fat Toutuo, restrain your temper, and don't look at what time it is?"

Flame God Ji said.

After finishing speaking, her eyes still glanced at the one-armed old man.

All in all, it is she who controls the right to speak in the entire Qiankun sect, which is caused by her faction and Chuanxi's faction jointly suppressing Tianzhu Peak's faction, and even the broken arm of the one-armed old man has a lot to do with the two of them.

The conflict among the three was forcibly suppressed by Qiankun Shengzun.

Suddenly, there was a sound from the sky.

"Old Ghost Qiankun, I'm here to give you a clock."

Magnificent and high-spirited came from the distant sky.

The black spot in the sky also broke into the field of vision of everyone in Qiankun Zongshan.

The violent sound wave fell into the mountain like a howitzer shell, causing countless fluctuations and ripples to erupt around, and some weaker people bleed from their seven orifices, or exploded to death.

The iceberg burst, and ice chips flew away.

The huge arm stretched out and passed through the bodies of everyone, like a rising figure passing through an ocean of true energy.

(End of this chapter)