Fantasy: Start with three thousand holy realms and create Yan Luo Hall!

The land of the Golden-winged Roc family.

This is a fairyland-like world, with groups of palaces, surrounded by fairy qi, dense spirit trees, and spiritual grass.

“Who!”

“Who the hell is it!”

Then.

A sound of anger sounded, and the terrifying fluctuations made the whole world shake, and it seemed that it could not withstand this force.

Many golden-winged birds were even pale, looking at the direction of the voice with trepidation.

The patriarch was furious.

This has not been done for many years.

“Patriarch, what happened!”

Then.

The voice of an elder of the Golden-winged Roc Bird sounded, and he was also a little puzzled by the anger of his family patriarch.

What was it that made them, the patriarch who had already entered the quasi-knight, so angry.

“Patriarch, the soul lamp of the Son of God and the Second Elder has been shattered!”

At this moment, a voice of grief sounded.

As soon as this sentence came out.

The entire Golden-winged Dapeng clan seemed to have had a major earthquake, and everyone’s faces changed.

It’s a big deal.

The Son of God, whom a great saint wanted their hopes for, all fell.

They all forgot.

When has it been since the last fallen Great Sage, the Saint King.

And.

This time it was the Golden-winged Dapeng King who fell, known as the unparalleled Tianjiao who was expected to preach the Great knight.

For tens of thousands of years.

The whole race is the most devilish, and the most promising to regain its former glory.

Right now.

Actually died.

Moreover, not only the Golden-winged Dapeng King, but also the three elders of the Great Sage Realm, as the three elders of the Dao Protector, also fell one after another.

This is undoubtedly a big earthquake.

One that cut off the hope of their younger generation.

One that hit their heritage hard.

“What the hell is going on!”

Suddenly time.

One after another terrifying aura came from the depths, these were the roots of the sleeping Golden-winged Dapeng family.

All of them are old monsters.

They all have little lifespan and are sealed in the divine source as the existence of the foundation.

Right now.

All were shocked.

“My son was assassinated, and the three elders also fell!”

“The strength of the person who shot is not simple, and my divine mind has not yet been revived, and it has been directly erased!”

The patriarch of the Golden-winged Roc Bird clan, named Jin Fenghua!

At this time, his face was gloomy as thunder, extremely ugly, like a volcano about to erupt, extremely dangerous.

“Check!”

“No matter what identity the murderer is, let them pay the price, even if the Terran Holy Land is behind it, my Golden-winged Dapeng clan will also wash the Terran Holy Land in blood!”

“After so many years, it seems that those guys have forgotten the murderous name of my Golden-winged Dapeng clan!”

An old monster of the Golden-winged Dapeng clan roared with red eyes.

This time they lost too much.

Hopes were dashed.

The Great Sage fell to one.

It was enough to hit the Golden-winged Dapeng family hard, but compared to these, it was their most angry hope that was shattered.

After all.

The Golden-winged Roc King had hope to regain the former glory of their clan, and now there was a great knight, and now there was no hope.

How can they not be angry?

Tens of thousands of years of hope have vanished.

。 How can they endure?

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Golden ancient city.

After the Great War, there was finally no time to slow down.

Suddenly.

An aura like an abyss like the sea, like a vast river of stars, descended.

Under this breath.

Suddenly time.

Everyone in the entire Golden Ancient City fell to the ground, all lying on the ground, as if the gravity had suddenly increased countless times.

Up to the sages, down to the mortals.

No matter what realm, no matter what identity.

This moment.

All of them lay on the ground, looking at the god-like figures in the air with trepidation.

Surrounded by golden Xuanguang and wearing golden armor, they were like supremes, suppressing the nine heavens and ten earths, sweeping across the heavens and realms.

“The powerhouse of the Golden-winged Roc Clan?”

The sages of the Golden Ancient Clan were terrified, and the person who had just sent away the Yan Luo Hall was now a strong man of the Golden-winged Roc Bird Clan.

No doubt.

These people must have come over because of the Golden-winged Roc King’s affairs.

Several blonde figures stood high in the sky.

All of them are the powerhouses of the Golden-winged Roc Bird family.

The leader is the father of the Golden-winged Roc King.

A powerhouse in the quasi-knight realm.

Jin Fenghua!

And the few people next to him are all elders, basically the Saint King started.

Airplanes.

A wave of fluctuations came, and the body of the sage of the Golden Ancient Clan seemed to be grabbed by some force, and he came to Jin Fenghua in an instant.

Looking at Jin Fenghua, who was boiling with killing intent in front of him, this sage almost cried in his heart.

Why is he so unlucky.

The King of the Golden-winged Roc is coming to learn the Golden Ancient City.

Yan Luodian killed the King of the Golden-winged Dapeng.

Then.

Finally, these things are over.

The strong man of the Golden-winged Roc Bird family is here again, and it is menacing, the comer is not good, obviously there is nothing good.

And one is not good, they may repeat the mistakes of the past and be washed in blood by these strong people in front of them.

“It is said that the sages can get away with the world and get away with it!”

“When you meet a top powerhouse, isn’t it like an ant?”

This golden ancient sage cursed in his heart, but on the surface, his face was still full of trepidation, and even his posture was very low, and he did not dare to look directly at these people in front of him.

For fear that these people would not like it, they would kill him directly.

“Whose hands did my son die?” Jin Fenghua’s face was expressionless, his icy eyes looked directly at this sage, and said coldly.

“Yan Luo Hall Lord Yan King!” He is not a hard bone, and he has nothing to do with Yan Luo Temple.

Even if he knew that if Yan Luo Hall hadn’t appeared, the entire Golden Ancient City would have been washed in blood.

But he doesn’t care.

He just wanted to live.

“Yan Luodian!”

Jin Fenghua’s eyes condensed, his big hand condensed, and a finger was pointed at the sage’s head.

The soul search is launched.

Suddenly time.

The sage screamed one after another, and the wail spread for several miles, and everyone listened with horror.

A moment later.

It seems that the probe is clear, Jin Fenghua flicked his fingers, this golden ancient clan’s heritage, but also the golden ancient clan’s sage.

Suddenly time.

Vanish!

“Yan Luodian Yan King!”

Jin Fenghua muttered in his mouth, with amazing killing intent in his eyes.

Airplanes.

Right now.

A light flickered and condensed into a figure, this is a young man with an elegant face, wearing a cyan robe, and his body exudes a bookish atmosphere, which makes people feel like a spring breeze!

Seeing the man in front of him, Jin Fenghua’s eyes flickered, and he sneered: “You reacted quite quickly, Taiyi Holy Lord!” ”

The Holy Lord of the Taiyi Holy Land, a giant figure in the Canglan Realm

It was already a great saint thousands of years ago.

Now he may already be a quasi-knight!