The Spirit of God Million Domain

Chapter 1179, Goodbye Wu Yun

The majestic voice is deafening and echoes between heaven and earth.

The entire Sanjiezhuang Square is a hundred miles away, and countless people have heard this voice.

"Whose voice was just right, I didn't get it wrong? Xu Feng is back?" A million-year-old elder was shocked, but he knew Xu Feng was killed.

"I just heard it. Isn’t Xu Feng really dead? Tell the lord quickly." Another elder next to him yelled at the other side.

"Damn, the kid dared to come back. Our lord has now broken through the spiritual respect, and he will die when he returns." Another person said.

"Xu Shidi is back... Xu Shidi is back..."

Among the jungles of Sanjiezhuang, there is an invisible cliff edge. There are dozens of young people here. They are all genius disciples of Sanjiezhuang.

These years they are madly practicing here, they are only one day, they can be repaired to the peak of the Emperor, can rebuild the Three Precepts.

In the cave at the edge of the cliff, an old man’s arm in his right hand has already broken, and his body is also incomparably disordered, with wrinkles on his face.

Followed by a young man, the youthful atmosphere of the youth, he was the disciple of the Three Rings Emperor Li Tianming.

"Tianming...Tianming..." The voice of the old man was a little trembling. The tears in his eyes narrowed and his body trembled in place.

Li Tianming looked at the old man around him, and he respectfully said: "The Great Elder..."

"Tianming... I really didn't get it wrong? It was Xu Feng's voice, it was his voice..." This old man was the great elder of Sanjiezhuang.

In these years, he lived here, just to be able to teach the young disciples of the entire Sanjiezhuang, he urged them not to forget hatred.

However, his heart has been missing the young man, the peerless youth genius, the young genius who can turn the tide.

Li Tianming nodded and said: "The elders, you have not misunderstood, it should be Xu Shidi! You are waiting here, I will go out and see."

Wu Yun took Li Tianming's arm. His old face was smiling. He looked at the sky in the distance: "You have been practicing for three years, and now you should go out and practice."

"Xu Feng is coming back. If he dares to come back, it means that he is not afraid of Fang Wannian. We will rush out together, support him and help him. We must retake the Three Rings."

"We want to kill the group of miscellaneous pieces outside, we have to let them **** blood compensation!" Wu Yun's voice became extremely majestic, his body seems to be at this moment, become extremely strong.

"Blood debts pay! Kill!"

Those young people who practiced these three days and nights, they could not hold back, and now they heard the voice of the elders and rushed out to the cave on the edge of the cliff.

Who wants to cultivate in such a dark environment, who wants to compete in such a crowded environment, who wants to go out to be sneaky...

......

"All the Wannian Zongzong in Sanjiezhuang today, the people who floated the door, the people outside the fog, are going to die, and one does not want to leave alive." Xu Feng's voice is extremely impressive.

A few people in the opposite Wanxianzong, with a sly face, said: "Xu Feng, big words, just rely on you this kid? Three years, how much you can improve, you are just returning from the net."

"Yes, our 10,000-year-old lord has already broken through a spiritual retreat. The entire Tianhua domain has no power to stop me."

"Ha ha ha..."

Xu Feng heard the words, directly laughing at the sky, the killing in his eyes broke out: "You can rest assured that you will not exist in the Tianhua domain, and all will die today."

"You, my Xu Feng is against you, and you are suffering from so many sufferings. Today I am going to kill the people who are willing to follow me and follow me."

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The people of the Three Precepts behind Xu Feng, one by one, burst into a terrifying roar, and they all rushed out with Xu Feng.

Hey!

There is Xu Feng, a strong man in front, and almost all of the Emperor Wushu are killed by Xu Feng. Every time Xu Feng’s fist falls, it is a death of the Emperor.

In just half an hour, the whole jungle suddenly became a **** sea. Countless Wannian disciples, elders, and deacons were killed.

Xu Feng’s body was also contaminated with blood. The people in Sanjiezhuang were even more fierce. They have been suppressed for so long in these three years and have long wanted to break out.

"Xu Feng, it's a paradise. You don't have to go. There is no door to hell. You come in. Today, these three guards are your place of burial." An old man of the Seven Spirits appeared.

This person had a relationship with Xu Feng in the past, but he was the elder of Wannian. He should be the elder who is now responsible for Wannian.

"Three years ago, you were just a seven-pronged emperor. After three years, you are still a seven-pronged emperor. Do you not feel shameful?"

Xu Feng looked at the old man opposite, the killing in his eyes came out, and the horrible killing of his body came out. The old man’s eyes were all in vain.

He found that his body could not move, and his eyes were shocked. He did not expect Xu Feng to become terrible in just three years.

"Whoever wants to kill him, you can do it now, you must be born to die!" Many people in the Three Rings Village must rush out.

An old voice sounded, "Give me a hand, he left me to kill!"

As an old figure came out, Xu Feng looked at the old man, and the killing in his eyes was even stronger.

Wu Yun's face with a sly color, he went to the front of the seven-pronged emperor: "Wang Ji, three years ago you cut off my arm, have you ever thought about today?"

"Three years ago, you slaughtered 13 elders of the Three Rings and Zhuang, and killed me fifty-nine disciples of the Three Precepts. I thought of today." He said, above the old palm, a cold spiritual power broke out. .

Now he has only one arm, and he squats out to Wang Ji. His palms are madly falling on Wang Ji's head, and blood is constantly ejected from Wang Ji's mouth.

"Ah... Wu Yun, you have the ability to give me a happy!" Wang Ji only felt the bones of the whole body, all interrupted by Wu Yunsheng, but he could not die.

"Ha ha ha... happy..." Wu Yun’s eyes were stunned. He stepped on Wang Ji’s chest with a kick: "You can know that the old man has been thinking about death all the time for three years. The kind of pain that quits the sacred sacred blood of the sacred sacred mountains, why have you given me three martial arts?

"Floating Iron Palm is besieged by dozens of people. His body is broken and he is dead. Can you give him a good time?" Wu Yun’s voice sounded.

The people of Sanjiezhuang are all holding their fists one by one. They are all crazy in their eyes. It is a kind of hatred that is not shared.

(End of this chapter)