The God of Sky & Earth

Falling in the deep pit of the pool of blood, there is still a trace of the elders of the Qing Dynasty, a miserable smile, then looked up and said nothing, a deadly sorrow.

"There is a lot of nonsense! The sacred mountain blends into this way today, because you have an eyeless heart, you can't see the truth with your eyes, and you don't have a world conscience!"

Between the words, Su Yi once again raised his sword in his hand, and said coldly: "The big array is controlled by me, the strong is the honor! In the end, I don't need the technique of the holy mountain to send you to hell! Let you die without regret!"

A fierce and fierce flame of the **** of the gods gradually unfolded, and a touch of spurs sprinted out from the blade, and the fire was shining, and the temperature of the whole space was instantly rendered to the extreme!

"Su Yi! Slow!"

The warm and magnetic sound came from behind, Su Yi slightly turned his head, and the yellow figure fluttered from behind, not someone else was the snow red building.

The high temperature of Jinguang has faded, and the Snow Red House is full of enthusiasm at this time. The swordsmanship is even more like a supreme power.

Su Yi's eyes were picked, and the giant sword in his hand hung in the air. Under the sneak peek, the scent of Xuehonglou had a huge breakthrough.

"You wake up? How are you feeling?"

Xuehonglou shook his head, and there was still the pain of the sacred glory in the starry eyes, but watching the sacred mountain is like this, it is even more swaying.

"After waking up, I saw this good show!" A wry smile, looking at the mountains between the corpses, flesh and blood, my heart could not help but sigh.

At this time, standing between the crowds, there is also a woman with a hot body and a slight temptation to pay close attention to the snow red building.

When Xuehonglou came out from the Jinyuan array, it was always protected by the people of the Temple of Heaven, and he did not have the opportunity to take care of Xuehonglou.

At this time, Xuehong Building woke up, and Li Ling, who was hiding in the corner of the guest group, finally began to fluctuate. His face was slightly reddened by excitement and whispered softly.

"Five Sons! Five Sons Wake Up!"

Turning to look at Liu Ruoxi, Li Ling instantly came to Liu Ruoxi's side and took Liu Ruoxi from the side of the Temple of Heaven.

"The ancient Yue Palace Lord, trouble you immediately for the treatment of Ruo's sister!" Li Ling quietly came to the old man behind the ancient Yue, the sound of smooth and smooth sound like water, eyes.

Gu Yue turned around and was a little surprised, but looking at Liu Ruoxi in his arms, he understood the intention of Li Ling.

At the moment, the holy mountain has already been smeared with charcoal. After that, it is sure that the holy mountain will not be baptized by blood. According to the temper of Su Yi and Duanmu Muman, the holy mountain will cease to exist.

The sacred mountain ceases to exist, and the Tiantian Palace is not afraid, but the power behind the sacred mountain is still unclear, and the sacred mountain is directly destroyed. For Su Yi, it is not a good thing for the five holy sons.

Gu Yue’s eyes trembled, and Yu Guang’s eyes pointed to Duanmu, who was in the distance, and immediately said to Li Ling, he said low.

"Shantou, you come with me! Come!"

At this time, everyone's eyes were focused on Su Yi, Xue Honglou and Duanmu Yuman's side. I saw that Xuehonglou's blood was still pale, but his eyes were very determined.

"Su Yi, I have heard the words of the Holy Spirit, but can you let me prove some things first!"

"Oh?"

Speaking of it, Xuehonglou is the protagonist of this holy mountain, and what is hidden behind the holy mountain is naturally clearer than itself.

Su Yi nodded and took the Gorefiend to kill the sword, and went to the side of Duanmu, and the anger in the pupil gradually subsided.

"What do you want to ask, you ask!"

After a while, the snow red building flashed a golden light between the eyes, his eyes trembled, watching the elders of the Qing dynasty in the pool of blood, condensed.

"President of the Holy Sepulchre, today I am with Su Yi, the nine saints, the sacred priests are trapped in the golden sky, as the elders of the elders, please tell me how the long-wind winds ignite the golden sky and attract the innate kings. Gas!"

"Cough!"

The coldness of the gods passed from the corner of the holy Qing, and a blood spurted again. It said miserably: "What does the five sons mean!"

"Sheng Qing! That is not the thing of my holy mountain. The six elders of yours have always been the guardian of strengthening the big array as their own responsibility, but also let me clearly say! Where does the finger come from, who planned the whole plan! Say! "Xuehonglou said badly, said."

It’s natural to know that the long-winded wind dares to fly like this, or because there are too old elders to support.

For the sake of him, even if it is a long-lasting wind, it doesn’t matter. It’s just that the long wind has killed the Holy Spirit, a person who raised and raised himself. This thing, Snow Red House can’t stand it!

"Some words don't tell me! Yes, it's not good to be long, but it's better to support a donkey than to worship an unidentified hybrid!"

"Five sons are not hybrids!" Li Ling was in the distance between the air, and the words of the Holy Sepulchre were clear and clear, and the lips were close to each other in angrily.

Only when she served the five saints and lived in martial arts, she knew that although the five saints were not good at talking, he was able to find his own mystery of life, and he was able to live in the world and win the holy mountain. He spent the night sleeping and forgetting to eat, thinking hard, how to be more in the martial arts. further.

By relying on one's own strength, it is possible to cultivate to the point where it is more than a long wind. How can such a person be a hybrid?

Listening to the words of Shengqing, Su Yi and Duanmu Muman frowned at the same time, looking at the back of Xuehonglou, Su Yixin sighed.

Who knows that Xuehonglou is the true son of the holy mountain. The reincarnation of Jinzhen Tianshi is absolutely pure blood. The holy mountain is simply digging the grave!

"So, you didn't intend to let the holy mountain to go smoothly in the first place?" Xuehonglou's eyes sank, and it has been determined that the elders are the planners of this conspiracy.

"Ha ha ha ha!" Sheng Qing's eyes instantly lost his mind, listening to the words of the snow red building, not arbitrarily, still grinning.

"call!"

The tip of the nose exhales a long breath, and the snow red building has been covered with bloodshot eyes. The chilly road said: "I will give you the last chance, who will give you the finger! Who wants to let the Holy Spirit die!"

As soon as the voice fell, the mouth of Shengqing was slightly open, and a golden thunder fell from the sky. Xuehonglou, Suyi and Duanmuman and others quickly rushed back.

On the entire sky, the wind is thunder, and the violent thunder and lightning sounds!

"boom!"

The elders of the Qing Dynasty once again turned into a black smoke and disappeared into the air. The black smoke rose and a fleshy smell began to dissipate.

"Who!" Su Yideng glanced at the audience, and saw an overwhelming murderous fierceness flowing out of the depths of the holy mountain.

"Someone killed the elders of the Qing Dynasty!" Duanmu Xiong said exclaimed.

In an instant, the audience was shocked, and after a few breaths, a violent pumping sound rang.