Grasping Evil

Yuanjue Valley, at the moment, is in a Xiaosu.

At the moment, Zongze, the head of the house, is sitting in the hall at the moment. The white-browed beard, the deep sweat, and the shocked face on a normal day are quite nervous today.

In the early days of Jindan, it was supposed that the mood was not in the mood, but when he was in danger, he could not calm down anyway.

In the main hall, there are seven school monks, hundreds of people, watching and watching Zongze!

"Zong Ze! Hand over the heavenly relic! I am Mo Shengzong, but I’m going to find out, your elders are waiting for you, a few days ago, from the ancestors of the ancestors, to get this relic! This is the treasure of the kingdom of Wei Guo, you round the valley I don't want to be alone!"

A purple sly old man must be made silver, not angry, and his question is only, the breath of Jin Dan's peak, swept in the hall!

Under his breath, Zongze complained that he could not resist his pressure.

In the early days of Jindan, and Jindan’s peak, its strength was a world of difference. The purple robes in front of the eyes were one of the seven ancestors of the Seven Kingdoms of Wei State, named Mo Xisheng, who was called “Mo Sheng”! A means, extraordinary, in the mid-Jindan, even one of the palms can not pick up...

Immediately after Mo Xi’s speech, the other six factions also became difficult.

"Zong Ze! Hand over the relic, I am a white door, today is not in your ancestral door!" A white youth, a white hair, tone of voice, is obviously a master of magic.

"Heyday relic, this treasure is not owned by the second-rate Zongmen in your district!" A country-faced old man is also an ancestor, with a sharp band.

"Hand over the relic! Otherwise, today, the circle is gone, destroy!"

"Zong Ze, you don't want to be stubborn!"

...

The sound of threats, one after another in the hall, but Zong Ze, but only sighed.

Mitian relic... If he really has this thing, Yuan Zong must be handed over to the seven factions for peace, and the seven ancestors at the moment are not the sins of Zongze.

He Yuanjue Valley, including Zongze and Hou Xuan, has always had two masters of Jindan, but also in the early days, they are the elders of Jindan who met the first-class Zongmen. They are not opponents, let alone the seven major factions such as Mo Xisheng. The ancestors, gathered in the round of the valley, just one person, have the strength to level the circle.

If you have a relic, he must pay! However, he did not!

Indeed, the first one to discover the relics is his disciple! Indeed, the elders gathered, with a team of Shami disciples, to get this relic. But unexpectedly, it now coincides with the Wei country's enchantment, and the four faces are demon, and from the time, Hou Zheng should have returned to the Zongmen.

Zong Ze is not stupid.

Since the Seven Schools came to Yuanjue to find things, they must have obtained the exact news of Hou Li’s relics.

However, Hou Chuan, who has won the retreat of the heavens, has not yet returned to the sect. He is not dying of the genocide, or he has escaped from the possession of the treasure. He may have been acquired by one of the seven ancestors, but he is not moving, blaming the circle, and hiding his eyes and ears. Want to cover up...

Difficult to say, it is difficult to say that in the midst of the revision, people are speculative, who knows where the Tiantian relic is now?

The seven sects of the ancestors, there are many masters who are quite versatile, but this is a resolute, enough to shield all the secrets, so that these ancestors can not count, the relics fall.

If Hou Ching and Bao Bao escaping, then Zong Ze, will hate this traitor, and the murder of the sect. Zongmen, will be destroyed.

If Hou is succumbing to the demon, then Zongze has a hundred mouths, and today there is no explanation. If he can’t take out the relics, then the Zongmen will be destroyed, and the Seven Schools may search for nothing after the door, maybe After searching for the soul of Zongze’s soul, after confirming it, it will be convinced that Yuanjue Valley did not receive this relic.

If the seven great ancestors, some people get relics, blame the circle of the sense of valley, that Yuanjue Valley, it is bound to destroy, only the dead, can let all relic clues, interrupt...

"Oh... I, Zong Ze, what sin is accumulated in the end, it will be forced by the Seven Schools to go nowhere..."

Zong Ze suddenly closed his eyes and his expression finally calmed down.

No, no matter where the relic went, today, it is impossible to escape.

"Zongze, Tiantian relic, you are paying, or not paying!" Mo Xisheng last questioned.

"I didn't take relics... I swear by my heart!" Zong Ze said bitterly.

"Hey! You are stubborn! So, you don't need to be merciful to you, I am waiting for today, and I have to find out the relics!"

Mo Xi’s voice fell, and the seven ancestors were all cold and murderous.

They are either righteous or devil, but no matter whether they are orthodox, no one will be soft on the matter of the treasure of the reincarnation of the retreat!

One by one, the small sacred valley, under the murder of hundreds of seven monks, trembled slightly.

There are countless disciples, sire, and pleading for the head, not to be a relic, to harm the sect.

After the murder, there were several small novices, and they were sacrificed by blood.

In the eyes of Zongze, a hint of hatred was revealed. He opened his eyes and roared.

"Mo Xisheng! The old man said, didn't take the relic! It was taken, and this matter has nothing to do with my disciples. You dare to do this!"

"Good! Good! In the early days of a Jindan district, dare to shout to the old man! You must die! Your disciple, one can't live!"

Mo Xi sneered a sneer, the murder has moved, the whole body has a burst of golden light, the Fanyin continues, his palm, as if turned into a pure gold color, a palm to Zongze every other shot, the slightest mana does not need!

But the Sanskrit suddenly turned into a golden wheel, and it continued to rotate on the main hall, and it became a giant gold giant with a hundred feet. Even the fingerprints were golden, and the top of the temple was turned over. under!

Infant grade refining body, gold round!

Every turn of the Golden Wheel, that power will increase by as much as 10%!

This palm is really a must for Moshi. He is a meditation, a life of refining, is in the ninth realm of silver light, not far from the silver bones!

It is the ordinary Yuan Ying monk, he can also take three or two tricks!

The power of one palm, let the other six ancestors have a lot of enthusiasm, it is the other six ancestors, are the characters of the Golden Dragon peak, no one can not be injured, take this hand!

Zongze, who was locked by the palm of his hand, was only affected by the palm of his hand. The body has been broken, Jin Dan, want to break!

Can't take it, can't take it, only one death!

But he is not willing, not reconciled! Because of the low level of being repaired and being bullied, this feeling makes him unwilling!

"Moxi! This hatred, I wrote down, write down!"

"Remember, but unfortunately, the old man will search for your soul and remember it. You can't write anything down, and you can write down. What can you do with the old man? With your initial training in Jindan, you can work hard again. For a hundred years, it is not an old man's opponent! Let's die!"

Mo Xi sounded a laugh, palms, suppression!

Zong Ze was bathed in blood, and the jade was broken, and he was like a blood man, and he was pressed to the ground.

Dead, I am going to die...

But at this moment, a momentum that is several times stronger than Mohi sound, echoes in Yuanjue Valley!

The air of the entire hall was suddenly frozen by the power of ice!

With a burst of punching, even the Yuan Ying monk had to take some measures to pick up the golden round. In the sound of ice, the gold wheel shattered, and the palm power burst into golden light!

The punching power is not reduced, the ice is broken, and a series of broken sounds, one by one of the seven school monks are affected by the punching force, the melting spirit of the monk, almost one face, they burst into blood.

There are dozens of people in the seven factions, even if the various refining bodies are extraordinary, they are all seriously injured under the punching power!

Even the seven ancestors, but also the extremes of each wolf, and the momentum of the broken Mo Xi sound, is a bite, the golden blood spurts, the first time in his life, the eyes are not arrogant, but panic!

He suddenly looked up, but saw the sky in the broken sky, a white, black and indifferent youth, with one hand squatting, and the other hand, the ice was not.

Just a gaze, but let Mo Xi feel the pain of the sword stabbing, the sea must be crushed! And he stuttered, and couldn't say a complete sentence!

"This person, this person... Who is this person!"

"I am a sensational ancestor... Now, I need an explanation!" Ning Fan’s voice is cold. Under this voice, the seven sectarian monks who were arrogant before, all bowed their heads and dare not look directly at them. look.

This person, actually said that he is the ancestor of Yuanjue Valley? ! Yuanjue Valley, is there such a master sitting in the town? !

This person, what exactly is repaired!

(In the afternoon train, this is even more, there may be no two, try the phone on the train can code words... Go home... I wish you all a smooth job and progress.)