Cult of the Sacred Runes

If you can't break the mask, you won't be able to get the treasure inside the mask, and the passage to the depths of the Blood Valley is also behind the mask!

"Where are the guys in Ningcheng going?"

"Isn't that the genius of Ningcheng will come over?"

Seeing that so many strong people could not break the mask, the crowd had some commotion, and everyone talked.

Lin Ziyan’s eyes swept over the four weeks. Although there are many strong people here, these people are not qualified to let Lin Zizhen pay attention to them. Even the strongest Luo has no blood and is not qualified. It is impossible for these people to break this huge God pattern is banned!

"This kind of large-scale attack is ineffective. Unless there are two strong enough people to attack a point at the same time, they will have the opportunity to open this godprint!"

It is impossible to break a person by Lin Zizhen. I don’t know if Ye Wei can use some special methods to break this **** pattern ban, just like breaking the stone house ban just now, but Lin Ziyan is not ready to let Ye Wei shoot. Because Ye Wei once shot, it will attract too many people's attention.

At this time, Ye Wei stood there and looked up at the huge mask covered with various gods.

The layout of this mask will definitely be a very powerful superpower.

The way in which the lines of the gods flow, as well as the ripples of energy emanating, are all clearly reflected in Ye Wei’s mind, and there seems to be a flash of light in Ye Wei’s mind.

The strong man did not use all his strength when arranging the mask. If he used all the strengths to arrange a godprint array, let alone the warrior, even if it was a conglomerate Strong, I am afraid I can't break open.

From these gods, Ye Wei's understanding of the gods seems to be a bit more profound, but there is still a trace of chaos and confusion in my heart.

I don't know what the strong man is going to do with this **** mask, it should not only be to protect these treasures!

Hey!

Just as Ye Wei pondered, at the exit of one of the passages, a striking blue-violet light suddenly burst into the air, and the air blew, and the momentum was extremely embarrassing.

When the blue light of the water swept into the hall and floated over the heads of the crowd, thousands of bustling people suddenly calmed down, and the roads contained amazing eyes, looking toward the blue light of the air.

Ye Wei’s face also showed a shocking color. He looked up and saw that the blue light of the water faded away. It was a water blue ancient sword. Standing on top of the ancient sword, standing alone A teenager wearing a blue robe.

The blue robe boy looks like he is only fifteen or six years old, standing with his hands on his hands, and his long flowing hair fluttering in the wind, revealing an unspeakable dusty and temperament.

The blue robe juvenile stood on the sword, and the calm eyes glanced at the crowd at random, and then quickly recovered their gaze, as if the high-spirited **** was overlooking the beings.

"Ningcheng Mojia, Moya!" In the crowd, Luo no blood looked at the blue-shirt boy standing on the sword, the pupil suddenly tightened, the muscles of the corners of the eyes twitched slightly, and his face showed a look of fear.

"He, how did he come? The things in the **** fog valley should not be attractive to him..." The faces of Lu Hao, Hong Wei and Xue Yao also became extremely unnatural.

"Mou Ya?" Ye Wei looked at the fearless and taboo appearance of Luo Wuxu and others, slightly frowning, and curiously looked at the blue-shirt boy who stood on the sword.

Ye Wei did not go out of Qingyuecheng, and because of the problems of talent and cultivation, he has been mingling at the bottom of Nanxing College. He has never heard of Moya.

"Moya is one of the four strongest young men of Ningcheng. He is only sixteen years old, but he is already a ten-star martial artist. He is very strong. Zeng Yijian defeated a famous ten-star. Musha!"

"Sixteen years old? Ten star warriors?" Those people around took a breath of air.

At the age of sixteen, he reached the realm of the ten-star warrior, and then stepped into the realm of the condensate, which made Ye Wei secretly shocked. The outside world was very big, and the strength of some people far exceeded his imagination.

"The ancient sword under his feet..." Ye Wei’s gaze stared at the ancient sword at the foot of Moya, thinking of some possibility, and his eyes suddenly shrank.

"Chinese products Samsung bones!" Lin Zizhen seems to have seen through Ye Wei's mind, but his expression is not a trace, faint.

"What!" Ye Weijun's eyes widened: "Zhongpin Samsung's bones?" He is very clear about the value of the Chinese goods, and knows what the Samsung's bones mean, a 16-year-old boy. I actually took out such a treasure.

"With the middle of Samsung's bones, he is not afraid of being remembered?" After a short stay, Ye Wei secretly snarled and whispered.

"With the strength of Moya, coupled with the ancient sword of the water blue, the general condensed Yuanqiang strong can not help him, and Mojia is one of the four major families of Ningcheng, Mojia's strength is better than Qingyuecheng The city government must have several grades." Lin Ziyan said on the side.

The talent is superb, the family is strong, and the average person does not dare to move.

Luo Wuxie, Lu Yi, Hong Yu, Xue Yao are four people who are much stronger than the most outstanding younger generation in Qingyue City. Even the strongest Luo has no blood, and they have lost more than one grade.

There are days outside the sky, and there are people outside.

"Xiaowei does not have to be discouraged, with your talent, you can catch up with their footsteps!" Lin Zixiao smiled and comforted Ye Weidao, to know that Ye Wei has a god-like fit!

"Ha ha ha, Mo Ya, is a hero in front of a group of wastes, is it interesting?" Just when everyone was convinced by Mo Ya's temperament, when amazed, a burst of laughter came, like from the sky The thunder of coming came suddenly in the ears of everyone.

This thunderous voice made everyone's face instantly pale, and even weaker people even fainted blood in their ears. Ye Wei's face became very ugly, and the blood was rolling, and the internal organs seemed to be the way. The laughter was shaken.

Just when Ye Wei couldn't hold it anymore, Lin Ziyan's little hand gently pressed on Ye Wei's shoulder, and a warm force flowed around him. Ye Wei suddenly felt that his body was light and his pale face returned to normal.

"It seems that the strength of the sister-in-law is not just a warrior..." Ye Wei looked at Lin Zizhen, who was still indifferent in his face, thinking secretly, even those five-star and six-star warriors, one by one. There was an uncomfortable look on his face, but Lin Zizhen didn’t have anything at all.

Lin Ziyan Ming Ming has just been promoted to the military for not long!

Hey!

At this time, everyone looked up and looked in the direction of the laughter. In the place where everyone’s eyes converge, a touch of golden light broke through, and for a time, a strong and overbearing momentum swayed in the hall.

This momentum, violent, domineering, makes people feel awe!

Under the gaze of everyone, the golden light gradually faded away. A long, three-foot-long gun with a thick golden light was suspended in midair. A young man with hair and muscles exaggerated and raised with a golden rifle.

The young man stood proudly, and looked arrogantly in a circle. The whole person seemed to be a peerless rifle that could smash the sky, and naturally exudes endless arrogance and domineering.

"Golden 焱!" Looking at the overbearing figure standing in the air in the air, Luo no blood suddenly breathed a breath, the palm of his hand, because of too nervous and shivered slightly.

He Luo No Blood is the first strongest of the Jinyang College of Hanyang City, and the first person of the younger generation of the whole Hanyang City. Compared with the Moya and Jinlu of Ningcheng, he feels like a small ant. Is so trivial!

"Mu Ya, Jin Yu are all there, and there is a statue of the moon and the beast... It seems that this **** fog valley is the rumor of the rumor of the 'Ice King'!" Lin Ziyan muttered.

"Golden family has to let you out of the Valley of Burning? It also brought a gold-burning gun. It seems that the old things in your family have given you high hopes!" In midair, Moya looked at Jin Hao with a light glimpse. His eyes slightly stopped on the three-handed golden gun in the hands of Kim Min, and immediately snorted and whispered.

"Don't you bring the Qiuze sword?" Just like the muscles poured by the steel, the golden scorpion smugly glanced at the Moya of the ancient sword.

Moya shrugged and said: "It seems that only when we work together can we break this godprint!"

Jin Min’s gaze fell on the front of the mask, and his expression gradually became dignified. He felt the sturdy breath on the mask of the gods. The person who arranged this mask was absolutely terrible. Super strong!

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