The God of Sky & Earth

The next moment, the fierce shock wave of the collapse once again turned the arc and rushed to a scented mountain in the holy mountain.

"Not good!" Duanmu Qingtian and Duanmu Yumang saw that Su Yi and Xue Honglou had fallen like a winged bird, and suddenly turned it into a streamer to catch it!

Sumitomo was supported by Duanmu, and the whole man's meridians of Su Yi are close to being broken. It is too empty in the sea of ​​God, and the whole is as if it has been hollowed out.

Duanmu Qingtian is holding the snow red building, and the state of the snow red building is not much better than that of Su Yi.

"Hey!"

In the deepest part of the holy mountain, a mountain is opened from the middle, and the thunderous sound is wrapped in the golden light of the sky, making everyone dazzling and mysterious!

"Boom!"

The golden light is pleasing, and the deep metal performance is quantified as a sharp storm, and energy is swept out from all directions.

"I didn't expect that I could see the Emperor's sword in this life!"

The old voice instantly overshadowed all the cockroaches. At this moment, the holy mountain was quiet, and the eyes of countless people fell within the golden light.

The golden light is raging, and an old figure slowly floats out from the center of the open body.

When the first two shots of the alum are like the insight of the people's heart, the moment with a huge soul energy, so that everyone's heart is shocked!

The figure that came out was not quite straight. The simple and plain clothes revealed the extraordinaryness of the old man. The eyes were small but bright, and the white hair danced in the wind. The face was sloppy and invisible. It looked like a walker. The old man is very desolate.

The hands hidden in the big sleeves are generous, the huge knuckles are old and dense, and you can break the void if you scratch them.

"St.... Elders of St. Yu!" Duanmu Xiong’s eyes were extremely excited, tears surged, and he worshipped on the ground and shouted!

"What! The ancestor of the Holy Mountain, the holy ancestor! The Supreme Power of 800 years ago!"

The sacred disciples and the sacred mountain strongmen who were present were all stunned and excited. When they arrived, they were thunderous and screaming in the mountains.

"See the holy ancestors! The holy ancestors save the holy mountain!"

"Shengyu ancestors, thieves want to destroy my holy mountain!"

Su Yi tried his best to stand in the same place, and the eyebrows were full of gloom. Duanmuman, who was next to him, said: "This old guy has finally come out."

"Kids, this old guy is not good to deal with!" Duanmu Qingtian shot out of the cold, said faintly.

"This guy seems to be dying soon!" The Iron Soul lie in the porch, and Su Yiwen’s words are to run the singularity of the singularity. Within the sacred spirit, there is a Gorefiend to kill the sword. Su Yi's spiritual sense is extremely sensitive.

"No wonder he has been hiding from it!" Su Yi's mouth twitched.

Afterwards, Su Yi still shook his head, took a long breath, and looked at the two people next to him. He said quite a bit: "If he wants to kill me, he will already come out and will not wait until the last moment!"

Subsequently, Su Yi’s strength rose sharply and cheered up. He took the blood demon to kill the sword and slowly walked toward the ancestors of Shengyu.

"Little boy, sacred mountain Wannian foundation, today you are destroyed like this! It should be contented!" Elder Saint Sheng has no wave in the ancient well, I feel a little bit of killing, a trace of dissatisfaction from the eyelids .

"Killing the people, paying the debts and paying back the money, it’s just right! I am helping you clean up the portal. Why do you blame me?"

"Ha ha ha!"

A dry laughter came out from the throat of the elders of St. Yu, and the elders of St. Yu carried their hands and looked at the sword in Su Yi’s hand.

"Interesting! Can you show me this sword?"

Su Yi's gaze also moved down to the Gorefiend to kill the sword, blood fluttering, faint gold pattern hovering, quite mysterious color, the corner of the mouth suddenly glimpse.

"I know what you are thinking, but it is already mine, and you can't take it away!"

"The things of the Holy Mountain, do you actually say that it is your thing?" Sheng Yu's eyes flashed cold and stared at Su Yidao.

"call!"

The blade fluttered, and Su Yi’s eyebrows stunned, and his heart was not afraid. He said: “Where did the holy mountain get this sword?”

For a long while, Shengyu looked at himself with gaze, and suddenly he showed a sigh in the chilly eyes.

The sacred mountain received the Tianfeng Excalibur from the hands of the Heavenly Demon, and gained the sacred spirit of the Holy King. Since then, it has been renamed the Emperor Sword of the Holy King, and it hides the eyes and ears. These things, St. Yu will not know.

The original accumulation always has a **** past. Shengyu is seeing through these things, and then he rushes to the martial arts and studies martial arts, regardless of the world.

"Would you like to be the new Holy Emperor of the Holy Mountain?" Elder Saint Cough coughed, his eyes were full of hope, the old face was gently pumped, and a bright smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

Shengshan Shengdi, the hegemon of the six continents and three seas, Shengyu actually let a 19-year-old boy be the new holy emperor?

As soon as the voice fell, some people were shocked at the scene, and their eyes were round and round, and they turned to the stunned eyes of the elders and Su Yi.

"What! You are not mistaken!" but he killed so many people in the Holy Mountain!"

"Impossible! Our sacred disciple never disagrees! He killed the Great Son, killed the elders of the Holy Fire, the elders of the Holy Evil, and seriously wounded the Holy Peak and the Elders of the Holy Ghost. How can such a person stay!"

"Shengyu ancestors, you have to think twice!"

Shengyu ancestors slightly raised his head, with a few minutes in his eyes, said to Duanmu Xiongtu.

“Where is the elder of Shengwutang, tell the disciples of the Holy Mountain! What do you say about the first standard of the Holy Mountain?”

Duanmu Xiongtu suddenly became a clever, slightly curved body, serious face, high drink: "The first emperor of the Holy Emperor, who has the holy king emperor sword, is the new emperor! Even without the holy emperor sword, the emperor The people must also exhaust their lives and find the Sword of the Holy King!"

"Even if this is the case, I will not worship this thief. It is impossible. The holy mountain will not be enemies!" The ice screamed loudly, the white beard shivered slightly, and the seven scorpions had begun to smoke.

As the ice was drunk, everyone shouted at the same time and expressed their protests.

The familiar sound of the ice kettle made Su Yi look back, and the four eyes were handed over. The ice kettle was very incomparable, and the heart was awkward, like an ice man staying in the same place.

Su Yi shrugged helplessly, and there was a radiant corner in his eyes: "I will not be the Holy Emperor of your holy mountain!"

Then, Su Yi's gaze was picked up, and the vitality of the body was too weak. As the singularity of the singer began to recover slowly, Shen Sheng said: "The Holy Mountain is not qualified to stay with me, and you are not qualified to say this! ”

"Let you be, you are not right! Damn! How can such a person stay!"

"What! It's too arrogant! In front of the half-step Yuan Tianqiang, I dare to put a big slogan!" The sacred disciples trembled and whispered.

After listening to the sacred sacred, he was not anxious or annoyed, and smiled again. The wrinkled skin seemed to harbor the hustle and bustle of the endless years.