Supreme Demon

The 554th chapter of the worship of the emperor

The dust settled.

The voice seemed extremely frustrating, with a bit of vicissitudes and unwillingness. For the anti-God, it was a shame to kill the first person after others killed him.

"This is just the beginning, the younger brother should not be so anxious." A voice came from all directions.

"The brothers are right." Another voice is lazy, like a grass, saying. "Little brother, the scale of the five forces of this battle will definitely make you happy."

"But, the little uncle, the young master will enter the ancient collection." The man who is called the younger brother, said with great sigh. "I killed a person. If you let other people know, I might as well hit it." Die it."

"Haha, I think so too."

"Agree!"

"..."

The two guys who were still comforting the younger brothers immediately slammed a knife, which made the younger brother very injured.

This is just a scene in the depths of the ancient times. The five major forces can be described as a nesting movement. There are too many people, and there are no shortage of eight or nine martial arts. They are not much weaker than the anti-God, and almost all of them are Wu Sheng. Only the Holy Island has such a heritage.

It is precisely because of this that the anti-God is very taboo, they specifically select the seriously wounded warriors to start, die in the ancient Tibetan, this does not cause the attention of the five major forces, after all, there are many monsters, each holy beast is extremely powerful, It is also normal for them to die, and even the bones may not be found.

Of course, like the four-five-level Wusheng and the six-seven-level Wusheng, it is the object of the anti-God killing. In the face of the Eighth and Nine-level Wusheng, what they can do is to be as low-key and tolerant as possible. On the hard work of forbearance, the anti-God is absolutely the best in the world.

In the past ten days, the five major forces have suffered heavy casualties. Nearly one hundred people have died in the hands of the gods. This has made them feel distressed. This is Wusheng, but it is not Chinese cabbage.

......

In the hidden valley of the ancient Tibet, the immortal door and the main face are gloomy, and the eyelids are covered with bloodshot eyes.

"In the depths of the ancient times, it is too dangerous. How long has it been? There have been thirty disciples who have buried their bones and followed this momentum. If Nirvana has not come in, we will not be able to sustain it." On the face of the elegant, a blue veins violently jumped.

Although he is angry, he knows that this is a very normal thing. If you want to get resources, you have to pay the price. The world is fair. However, he did not see that it also has a ghostly taste.

"Less master, do you want to summon them all back." A beautiful young girl, lazily squatting on the chest of the immortal door, and exclaimed like a blue.

I have to say that the immortal door does have such an idea. Before entering the wilderness, the immortal doorkeeper gave the entire young generation to him. If there are too many deaths and injuries, he has no way to explain it.

However, after hesitating, he shook his head and said, "This is a rare opportunity. If I summon them all back, it is not conducive to the interests of the immortal door. The strong is honed in the blood. Not fear."

On the other side of the mountain, a girl wearing a tulle, beautiful legs, plump chest, looming, makes people's eyes straight, full of temptation.

"There were ten people killed in battle." She held the jade cup in her hand and sighed softly. She exclaimed and said, "It is really disappointing. The mentality is still too impatient, not conducive to cultivation."

"It's not a very fun thing to drink in the wind? Why bother to compete for resources?" She looked at the sky and smiled. "The five forces joined forces to get a hunt."

Cold, bloodthirsty!

She has a cold and fierce disproportionate to that pretty face. The original **** thing, from her mouth, is like a breeze and bright moon.

Among the canyons, the proud masters of the Ancestral Temple are frowning.

"The war flash has been tracking for ten days, so why haven't there been any news back?" he said whisperingly.

"Less master, that is, Nirvana has not come in yet, and it is estimated that the war flash is to follow them in." A cold young man stood behind the proud master of the world, whispered.

"Is the person who sent out back?" Ao Shizong Shaozong shook his head, his face still looked bad, he could underestimate other people, but the strength of Bingsheng is obvious to all, even if there is a trace of luck, waiting for them are all disasters.

On the tenth day, Ao Shizong sent people to go through the depths of the ancient times to search for the whereabouts of the flash. He didn't want to wait, and he had to get news like Nirvana as soon as possible.

"Not yet!" The cold young man shook his head.

The proud eyebrows of Ao Shizong were tightly picked up, and his face was also ugly. The battle flash was the elite of the proud world. He didn't want the latter to have any accidents. However, he immediately laughed. "This time, we are only afraid of encounters." Got a strong enemy."

"Mysterious ice saint, how strong are you?"

......

When the five forces were distressed by the death of the warriors, Ling Feng and Ye Xinran had already entered the depths of the ancient times. They were far more desolate than they thought, the vegetation was very lush, and the mountains were horrible and terrible. From time to time, there are buzzing sounds of monsters, and the sound is so that everyone's heart sinks.

Here, Ling Feng became more careful. His spiritual mind was fully released, and he entered the realm of harmony between man and nature. Since luck is getting worse, if you are not careful, you will really die.

"Oh..." They turned over several hills, and then their eyes suddenly lit up.

I saw that far away on an open plain, the grass was cut off, and a half-remained city floated in front of them. On the city, a piece of black stone had collapsed.

However, it is very difficult to see a city here. At this moment, in the city pool, it is full of warriors, looking far away, there are thousands of people, black pressure.

Most of them are Wu Sheng, because it is impossible to get there without the strength of Wu Sheng. Of course, all the emperors are also among them. They are following the Wu Sheng in the forces.

"What happened there?" Liu Shushu stunned and looked far away.

Generally speaking, there is more or less resources in an ancient city. However, since the five major forces first entered the depths of ancient times, so many days, even if the ancient city is a mountain, it has been evacuated and will not gather. So many warriors.

"Looking in the past." Ling Feng is also very curious.

"Whizzing……"

The next moment, they flew into the ancient city and headed for the center of the ancient city.

"This big brother, what happened in this city? How can there be so many warriors?" On the broken street, Liu Shushu asked an older woman.

"You are new here?" The black robe youths had a bright eye and a strange feeling. This is the best loli.

"Yeah, we have just arrived here." Liu Shushu said with a deep breath.

"It's not surprising."

The black robe youth was slightly swayed. "This city is not simple. There is a big stone platform in the center. It may be something left by the gods..."

The black robe youth had a good impression on Liu Shushu, so he said a little half an hour, and Ling Feng and Ye Xinran finally knew that so many warriors were coming to the stone platform.

Shitai is called Baihuangtai!

It is about ten miles away, suspended in midair, filled with a pressure, so that the warriors can stop, there is a beautiful forest in the mountains, but that is the evolution of power.

The emperor’s origins are extraordinary. In ancient times, it was the collapse of the martial arts. It was a very powerful martial art refining. The martial arts can be smashed inside, but Wu Sheng was blocked outside, but the real people The heartbeat is that if the Emperor Wu can be victorious in it, not only can he get amazing rewards, but he can also fight with the young kings of ancient times.

What is the king?

It was also the genius who once succumbed to the battle on the emperor's stage. Even people guessed that those people are young martial arts. Can this be a heart?

"When you are young with Wushu, you have a fight?" Ling Feng’s heart is overjoyed. This is what he has been longing for. Whether it can be defeated or not, it is a reflection. After a long period of time, it will inevitably change.

"Can only Wu Emperor?" Yunxi Emei asked, such a battlefield, so that she is also heart-warming.

"On the emperor's platform, there is a pressure. If Wu Sheng rushes up, it will be photographed directly." The young man in the black robe was bright again, and patiently explained: "I have tried it before, but no An exception has failed."

Yunxi shook his head regretfully and stopped talking.

Tsundere Bird, Hidden, and Qin Ao are also very discouraged. Before they tried their best to advance, they are now eager to return to the realm of the Emperor Wu. If they can fight the young Wushen, they will break through the Wusheng situation and will inevitably Rising a bit.

Ye Xinran is cool, not happy or sad, and does not care about the worship of the emperor.

"Wang Huangtai, it really makes people look forward to it." Ling Feng grinned, but fortunately he forbeared it, if you swallow that Saint Dan, you may have to miss this opportunity.

"Hundreds of wars are kings, and eventually they will be the strongest martial artists." Liu Shushu is also excited. She is now a martial artist. She has always felt that she is a cumbersome, useless force, and now a living The opportunity was placed in front of her.

Do you say she can't have a chance? Can not be excited.

"Hey, talk to you about something." Liu Shushu hooked his finger at Ling Feng and said with a smile.

Ling Feng was shocked. Liu Shushu’s smile was too strange. He held his chest in both hands and said very seriously. “You don’t want to hit my mind, I can sell art without selling.”

"..."

Liu Shushu shot his heart, what is the paste in this guy's head?