Immortal Primordial World

The young man hiding in the fifth sect finally raised his head and put his eyes on Meng Xuan. He lifted the black robe over his head and revealed his true face. His appearance is very strange, and his eyebrows are full of feminine Qi. Pupils of a snow-white, even eyebrows, hair are snow-white, looks very strange.

A strong atmosphere of eternal spirit diffused from him. His eyes were like electricity. Two beams of light penetrated the void and fell directly on Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan narrowed his eyes and looked at him fearlessly.

"Hu Futian!" Tang Zongheng was stunned, and his face became dignified.

"No, you'll meet Hu Futian in the first game!" Zhuang Yu comes to Meng Xuan and whispers.

"Isn't that Hu Futian?" Someone who had seen a lot recognized the man with white hair and eyebrows and shivered.

Hu Futian is also famous in Yunzhong County for his practice of "Fu Tian Jing". Hu Futian, a man of nine days with one word!

"Meng Xuan, I hope you don't let me down!" Hu Fu opens his mouth in a cold voice and stares at Meng Xuan. A sneer appears at the corner of his mouth.

"Meng Xuan is miserable. I didn't expect Hu Futian to appear in the fifth Zhenzong. Now, is he still alive?"

As soon as his words came to an end, another breath of eternal gods rose from the crowd and began to sign up. All the people turned their heads and looked at the crowd in amazement.

A golden light soars to the sky, and at the same time, the breath of the peak of the emperor's blood is released. The sky is full of chaos and the rainbow is everywhere. A golden young man came out. He was wearing a golden battle suit and a golden sword, and walked to the ninth Prince step by step.

His face is dignified, not angry from power, there are two tentacles on his head, there is thunder in its upstream.

The fifth son of cochlear emperor, Mr. jincochlear!

Noumenon is a great demon at the peak of the emperor's blood, which has been inherited by the emperor and stepped into the realm of eternal gods.

"Mr. golden cochlear!" The sixth son is not in the netherworld Sixteen States, the fifth son appears, ready to participate in the hundred gods hegemony.

"Here comes the eighth prince!"

In the void, a figure appeared, walking in the void. Like the emperor, wearing a dragon robe. There are a pair of real dragon horns on the top of the head, and the Dragon Qi is transpiration on the body. There is a faint sound of dragon chanting.

Yunzongheng, the first person in chongtian Pavilion, the eighth Prince of Yunzhong County!

Tang Zongheng clenched his fist, and there was a rare color of hatred flashing in his eyes.

In principle, Yun Zongheng is his half brother. But Yun Zongheng never saw Tang Zongheng as his elder brother.

Cloud vertical and horizontal, dragon and tiger, sharp, looking at Meng Xuan, mouth sneer: "Meng Xuan, tomorrow's war!"

Nine Prince extremely excited, pointed to cloud vertical and horizontal to Qianqiu falling snow said: "see, this is my elder brother!"

"Yue Jiuyou, what are you waiting for?" Seven princes smile, there is a kind of Meng Xuan to control in the hands of pleasure.

A man came out of the Royal beast immortal sect. He is short, his eyes are like a black hole, no white eyes, deep incomparable. At a glance, the mind seems to be trapped in it.

Yue Jiuyou, one of the top 20 monsters in the ancient country of Jiuli, but at the age of 23 or 24, he has already stepped into the level of eternal gods!

Yue Jiuyou's breath is very strange. Standing there, it's like a ghost, sending out a gloomy breath. The space around him seemed dark.

"Meng Xuan will die tomorrow. Hu Futian, Yue Jiuyou, eight princes are all our people Nine princes laugh, very happy.

Eternal traceless heart is also very happy: "Meng Xuan, blame you, too unworthy of heaven and earth! I see how you can live tomorrow! "

In Meng Tianji's eyes, there is a color of worry. Just from the perspective of the young supreme, Meng Xuan is at a disadvantage.

Hu Futian, Yun Zongheng, Yue Jiuyou, master jincho, which one is not a brilliant young genius?

Besides, don't forget that the seven princes, who can't see the depth at all, haven't made a move yet. The futu wheel behind the seven princes' head was an imperial instrument of the Jiuli Dynasty. Few people can succeed in smelting, but the seven princes have been born into their own mind.

All eyes were fixed on Meng Xuan, and there was a color of irony in his eyes.

You're crazy, you're crazy!

I have to take part in the hundred gods fight. Now it's just the first fight. It's enough for you to drink a pot. You are just a young king who has just stepped into the eternal God. Can you compare with these young people who have long been famous?

I'm afraid one face to face will be killed, right?

"Meng Xuan, Meng Xuan, you are still the arrogant and arrogant Meng Xuan. Think that if you step into the realm of eternal gods, you can do whatever you want? " Never mind the cheerfulness in my heart.

Yun Zongheng said in a deep voice, "don't rob me tomorrow. Meng Xuan will surely die in my hands."

Hu Futian, Yue Jiuyou and others had to step into the realm of eternal gods earlier than Yun Zongheng. They all nodded when they heard the words. Yun Zongheng's strength is also terrible. When he was in Daotai state before, he once tore the old man of eternal gods.

"I've seen this man. He stepped into the stone King's land a few years ago, but then he ran away." Said the stone king.

The rumor is true!

In everyone's heart, no one knows how strong cloud is now.

"Haotian, I may not be an opponent. But you Meng Xuan... "Yun Zongheng said and strode away, no longer talking. In the original world, it is a scar in the heart of cloud crisscross.

"It seems that I don't need to do it. The eighth Prince is strong enough to kill him in three moves!" Hu Futian said.

Jincho Shenzi glanced at Meng Xuan, and then looked at Hu Futian and Yue Jiuyou: "a few years ago, there was no division. How about tomorrow's war?"

"That's what I meant!" Hu Futian and Yue Jiuyou nodded at the same time.

People who took part in the hundred gods competition came forward to sign up one after another, and 20 young eternal gods appeared. This power shocked the whole sixteen states of netherworld. Some of them were masters who had entered the chongtian Pavilion ten years ago. They practiced in the supreme mansion and never showed up.

The main reason is the great significance of the contest. In the top ten, you can enter the royal family of Jiuli ancient country, and you can enter taixuanmi first.

Where is taixuanmi?

It's the Supreme taixuan Taoist temple of the ancient times. It's made of its own world. There are countless treasures in it, and even ancient powerful letters.

The male friars are the Pearl who can marry the ancient country of Jiuli. Nuns, on the other hand, entered the royal family, became princesses and controlled many big states.

Who doesn't like such conditions?

At night, in the tent, Meng Tianji said nothing and looked at Meng Xuan with his hands on his back.

Meng Xuan was still afraid of Meng Tianji. He shrunk his head and did not dare to speak. He is not afraid of heaven and earth. What he is afraid of is Meng Tianji.

"Father, you talk. I'm scared when you stare at me like this." Meng Xuan gave a dry smile and shrunk his neck.

Meng Tianji said: "nonsense!"

Meng Xuan didn't dare to speak. Su Jiujiu stood behind him, a little funny. Is Meng Xuan afraid?

When Meng Tianji saw Meng Xuan's appearance, he felt soft in his heart. After a long time, he sighed, "are you sure of tomorrow?"

Meng Xuan said with indifference: "naturally there are. Father, don't worry."

Suddenly, Meng Xuan frowned and said quietly, "father, if there's nothing wrong, I'll go to have a rest to deal with tomorrow's war. Master JianNu, I'll leave it to you. "

JianNu obviously felt something, and said meaningfully, "give it to me. What do you want to do? Hurry up and come back early."

Meng Xuan changed into a black robe and looked southeast in the shadow. It is the ancestral place of Dongsheng Shenzhou Prefecture. The women of the Qin family, as well as ordinary people, all lived there. There are a lot of seed players who are cultivated among them.

It's not prosperous there. On the contrary, it's desolate and vast. At the moment, in the depths of ancestral land, the wave of "if there is nothing" is spreading. Many experts in the subversion tower don't feel it.

Only two people sensed it. One was the sword master, the sword slave. The other is Meng Xuan.

Meng Xuan was very familiar with the fluctuation, the breath of the ten thousand demons, or the breath of the devil's birth!

"I found you at last." Meng Xuan licked his lips. He had a grudge against ten thousand demons. He couldn't forget that the woman who accompanied him through the darkest years was killed by ten thousand demons, and even the spirit could not be found.

He turned into a dark light and flew to the ancestral land with great speed. In his eyes, there was an opportunity to kill.

In this vast wilderness, there stands a huge house, which can almost be called a city. There are many creatures living in it. This is the ancestral land of Shenzhou Prefecture. Not only is it a spiritual card dedicated to the elders of Shenzhou Prefecture, but also countless young children grow up in it. They are the descendants and family members of the monks in Shenzhou Prefecture.

At this moment, a body fell on the ground outside the house, two shadows standing in the void, overlooking the huge house below.

"Give Qin Xuan over, or I'll wash this place today." Said a hoarse voice, with an old man in his hand.

The old man is about to lose all his hair. He is a God who is about to disappear. But at the moment, he was held in his hand by the shadow and couldn't move.

"Who are you? This is the ancestral land of Shenzhou Prefecture!" The old God's whole body is full of blood, and his breath is constantly fading. It's obvious that he has been badly hurt.

"Shenzhoufu..." another figure gave a grim smile, five fingers open, and directly grasped the old God, and suddenly penetrated his skull!

The old spirit screamed, the spirit was torn to pieces, and the body died!

"It's your turn!" The figure put out a big hand and grasped five or six children below.