The World’s Strongest Legion System

Chapter 554

"The subject that suddenly awakened from the ice bloodline, wouldn't it be his wife?"

Qing Xiantian frowned, and said curiously: "I don't remember the name, I only remember that it is the sixth-order elder of the Universe Dao, it seems to be the ice element."

"I don't know, I also observed it specially. From the appearance, there is no male and female, but a quasi-eighth-order purple blood monster that is more than ten meters high and covered in ice."

Qiao silently shook his head, it was obvious that she had asked this question, but she didn't know the reason, and Bo Bing didn't say it.

"Quasi 8th rank?" Zhu Yingjun was taken aback. Such high-level blood monsters are rare, and they don't seem to have many Xuantianzong.

After thinking about it, the bloodline suddenly awakened completely, and there would definitely be a rapid improvement of the same order.

If it is Tier 6, no matter how good the talent is, it is not surprising that it will be upgraded to Tier 8.

At this time, footsteps came from outside the door, and the three of them stopped talking.

"The old man, the head of the Blood God Sect, teaches Uncle Bing, and I have seen two highnesses!"

Soon, Bing Bo, wearing a black robe and holding a three-meter-long staff in his hand, strode in.

Gently saluted, raised his head, and he was already a seventh-order powerhouse.

In addition, the body's cold breath is strong, obviously not as simple as the ordinary seventh-order.

"Bo Bing, some time ago, I heard that you betrayed the great wizard of the Sand Clan, changed the Sand God to the Blood God Sect, and hid in the mountains with a group of men.

Couldn't it be that he stole some treasure from the Savage King, so he was promoted to the seventh rank, right? "Zhu Yingjun clasped his fists, squinted his eyes and asked quietly.

Even if his status is noble, the warrior still has certain rules.

If he is a quasi-seventh-ranker, when he sees a seventh-ranked, the other party salutes, it's just that he can't live, if he doesn't respond, it's impolite.

Qing Xian also lazily hugged his fists, but this action was very reluctant.

Bingbo nodded his head calmly, and said solemnly: "His Royal Highness, it is not the old man who betrayed the Great Wizard, nor did he steal any treasure from the Savage King.

But the old man received a gift from the gods, not only was he leveled up, but he was also given the cold ice blood monster, the messenger of the gods in the world.

With it, you can lead the blood tide to purify this filthy world, and let the gods return to this land. "

"Oh, what kind of gift did you get, let's listen to it?" Qing Xian Xian laughed and asked casually.

He felt that Boss Bing’s head was absolutely amusing, and it was a gift from the gods, and his head was almost flooded!

"Silently, is this the helper you got for me?" Zhu Yingjun turned to look at his goddess, wanting to laugh, embarrassed to laugh, holding back uncomfortably.

"Enough Bing Bo, put away your nonsense that fools the people, I will send you over, not for you to preach!"

Qiao's face was reddened silently, he stared and reprimanded, then turned to look at Zhu Yingjun: "You immediately arrange for someone to send him to the super crack in Mobei.

After controlling the blood flow, whether to go north to deal with the Huns or go south to invade Langya, you can decide by yourself.

I'll rest for one night and leave tomorrow! "

"Okay!" Zhu Yingjun nodded, and the dead horse was treated as a living horse doctor. Just try it. If it happens accidentally, it won't hurt anyway.

Soon, Zhu Yingjun sent someone to call in Zhang Qiang, the second junior brother, and it was considered a chance to make a guilt and make him take Bing Bo to Mobei in person.

Then he took Qiao silently to several more famous scenic spots in Kyoto City, and spent more than half an hour in the cracks in the opened space.

At night, it was finally time to go to bed. Zhu Yingjun washed himself clean. Originally, he wanted to see if there was any progress, but Qiao was driven out of the bedroom silently on the grounds that he was in a bad mood.

When will he defeat Langya, or North Turk, he almost went to the brothel in anger.

I've known each other for so long, and I've pulled my little hand. It's too sad to remind me, but I didn't dare to let outsiders, especially the young first class, know, for fear of embarrassment.

As a result, this guy looked at the roof all night, the moon!

At noon the next day, Qiao silently returned to Tianzhu through the portal, but there were a few more female disciples in the team, the saint Li Xiangxiang led.

For the enchanting Li Xiangxiang, Zhu Yingjun only glanced briefly, but looked at one of the purple-clothed girls quite carefully, faintly feeling a little familiar.

"Zhu Yingjun, what's the matter with you, the soul has been hooked away?" On the way back, in the carriage, Qing Xian looked at Zhu Yingjun, who was fascinated by porcelain, with a tone of contempt.

I've seen someone who is afraid of women, I've never seen someone who is so afraid, and I'm afraid of going out of Xintiandi.

Since Wudi was the first to be afraid of his wife, it seemed that the atmosphere of the entire First Continent had been ruined.

The most depressing thing is that he is also a victim!

"I remember, I saw the portrait of that woman. Those eyes are very distinctive. They are the eldest daughter of Chuanzhonghou, Zhang Susu, who is known as the fairy of Suyi in the Eastern Continent?"

Zhu Yingjun slapped his forehead fiercely, and he finally remembered the picture album he had read specially because of curiosity.

After all, men like to see beautiful women, especially those women who are as famous as Li Wenhao's queen and Elena, it seems that this is the only one.

"Zhang Susu?" Qing Xian clearly remembered who it was, and said in surprise: "Isn't she supposed to be in the Western Turkic welcoming team?

It stands to reason that this society has already entered the territory of Langya, how come here and stay with Qiao silently?

Could it be? "

Having said this, Qing Xian Xian looked at Zhu Yingjun with a shocked look, and an idea flashed in their minds at the same time, a good method!

If the West Turkic welcoming team had an accident in Langya and the bride disappeared, what would happen to the bridegroom Prince Zhebu, how could the West Turkic give up?

When the blood wave erupts, the four-ethnic coalition army is staring in the north, and the Western Turks raided from the west. No matter how Bing Bo can really control the blood wave here, wouldn't Langya be embarrassed on all sides?

Qing Xian first smiled, and said in a mocking tone: "You really found a good woman, and you are much better than you!"

"This is not what I want!" Zhu Yingjun shook his head bitterly. Although he wanted to defeat Li Wenhao, he didn't want to rely on women, especially Qiao silently.

He can't lift his head anymore, and if he turns on a woman, he can't get the last bit of face.

"Forget it, that's the end of the matter, just let the flow go!" Qing Xian patted Zhu Yingjun on the shoulder.

At the same time, the end of the world is reduced to people, don't laugh at anyone, although Zhu Yingjun is pitiful, but he seems not much better!

Different from the Earth’s algorithm, the first of January here is the beginning of winter, which is the time when the blood tide is coming.

On December 30, two days in advance, there was a sudden heavy snowfall in the sky, and the heavy snow continued to rise like goose feathers.

From early morning until noon, the whole world became a vast expanse of whiteness, and there was still no intention to stop.

(End of this chapter)