Peerless War God in City

"You, no, you... You have the supreme image of Kowloon!" The old man shivered and his eyes widened as if he had seen something incredible.

Originally, he just saw that Haotian was full of evil spirit, so he wanted to admonish him.

But I didn't expect it.

The man in front of me is carrying the supreme image of Kowloon!

This is a rare sight in a hundred years!

No... I have never seen it. He only saw it in ancient books.

He has been wandering in the world for more than 60 years. He has never seen such a turbulent and domineering palm.

It's not a human gesture at all.

This is an immortal's palm. Only an immortal can have such a magnificent palm.

The old man's body... Was shaking... Even his soul began to tremble.

Just one palm.

In an instant, his arrogance was defeated, and even, almost scared him out of his wits.

My founder of Sanqing!

At the beginning of the summer, for thousands of years, the supreme Prime Minister of Kowloon was not mentioned.

The appearance of the real dragon alone is very few.

In addition to the eternal emperor, the first emperor of Qin Dynasty, only Xiang Yu, the overlord of Jiangdong, owned it.

Both.

It's all a shock to the existence of the past and the present.

The palm looks like a dragon, frightening ancient and modern.

Majestic, dominating the world.

The appearance of the real dragon is already so powerful. Is it not that the supreme Prime Minister of Jiulong wants to break through the sky and reach jiuxiao?

I'm lucky to be here.

A hundred years ago, I could see the supreme image of Kowloon once again.

I remember when I saw Haotian's palms just now. The old man was crazy.

I'm afraid he will never forget such scenes.

Looking at the old man's stupefied appearance, Haotian slowly takes back his hand, and then carries it on his back, carrying Yu ban, crossing the old man and preparing to leave.

However, before leaving, he suddenly looked back at the old man and said in a calm voice:

"you just said that I am too murderous to enter the road?"

Haotian's cold and rebellious eyes twinkled with a smile, and he suddenly turned pale and said with a sonorous voice:

"then, I will enter the Tao to wash the decaying sky and return all living beings to be a Lang Lang!"

Said the dust away, leaving only a dull face of the old man.

...

on the vehicle.

"Next, my Lord, where are you going? Back to the villa?" Sitting in the driver's seat, Yu Jin gently turned his head and respectfully asked Hao Tian.

"Go to Xishan, I want to have a good chat with my elder brother." Haotian gently leans on the seat with his eyes slightly closed.

Soon they arrived at the cemetery.

Accompany Haotian in front of Lin Yan's tomb, after a while, Yu ban takes the lead in retreating.

He wants to set aside some time for Haotian to be alone with his brother.

Haotian, kneeling in front of Lin Yan's tomb, keeps burning paper money and offering some wine for him. He thought that after such a long time, he would be indifferent to Haotian's tomb.

However, once here, Haotian's heart has a kind of unspeakable depression.

"Wang Shao, you don't look at the west mountain of Xingyi. The mountain road is rugged and the location is remote. However, this cemetery is the best in the south of the Yangtze River. I have been looking for it for a long time. If your father is buried here, I promise that your descendants of the royal family will be prosperous and prosperous."

Just as Haotian held a memorial ceremony for Lin Yan, there was a sound of disordered footsteps not far away. Luxury cars stopped on the west mountain.

These cars, the cheapest, are all started by millions of people, which shows that the origin of these people is extraordinary.