Doomsday Rise

The fat old man didn't let go of any force, and the aristocratic family, the chamber of commerce, and the gang robbed all over. In one morning, he gathered most of the supplies in the entire Blue City to the south of the city. The big families, chambers of commerce and gangs dare not speak out. In fact, there is only one fat old man. Even if the other party is the Blood Clothes Sect, the family will not let him be so presumptuous. However, there is an even more unfathomable old man in the carriage.

Restraint, more restraint, money is just a thing outside of the body, you can come back after you go, this is the idea of ​​the aristocratic family, life and death are critical, face is nothing, nothing, survival is the most important thing.

The aristocratic family kept restraint, and the others were even more afraid to do it.

There are actually quite a few mysterious undisciplined masters in the Blue City, but the fat old man is not stupid and did not rob these people. In fact, undisciplined masters can't control much wealth. The fat old man robbed everything he could, then returned to the south of the city and appeared in a dark room.

Outside the room is the old carriage. It is pulled by an old horse with a lame leg. It is not very obvious. It is only when you are running at high speed that you will notice a little lameness. You can't usually find it.

"Guardian!" The fat old man was respectful. From the moment he entered this room, all his movements were cautious, his voice was soft, and he didn't dare to take a breath. There is no arrogance and casualness in dealing with aristocratic families and chambers of commerce.

"cough!"

The old man on the chair was curled up, with a thin body and gray hair, very few in number, and the hairpins inserted were crooked and might fall off at any time. The deep zou lines and the star's age spots show that the old man is already very old, and his breath has a decaying smell.

"How?" He raised his head slightly, it was this simple movement, which seemed to consume a lot of his strength, and he was short of breath.

"It can be confirmed that the ruins are under this small city." The fat old man said with a hint of excitement. Every ruin in this world is a good fortune.

I was lucky this time, I came here to avenge Kurong, I didn't expect to encounter such a good thing, it was definitely a surprise.

"The aristocratic family and the chamber of commerce here are very selfish. They report to the higher authorities that it is only a one-star relic, so there are not many masters, which happens to take advantage of us." The fat old man said again, in fact, he often likes the aristocratic family very much. The aristocratic family seems to be upright, but in fact it is sinister and sinister. It is precisely this total selfishness and hypocrisy that allows the Blood Clothes Sect to take advantage of it.

Xueyi taught so many times from

Surviving the encirclement and resurgence has something to do with the aristocratic family's style of doing things.

"How many stars do you think?" the guardian asked.

"Two stars!" The fat old man's breathing was obviously a little short, and there was a kind of uncontrollable excitement. If he can get the good fortune inside the two star ruins, even if it is only 10 to 20 percent, he can be promoted from a venerable to a guardian level, and the benefits are immeasurable.

After all these years of the Blood Clothes Sect, only two two-star relics have been discovered, and this is the third one.

"You're wrong!" The guardian glanced at him.

"Isn't it a two-star?" The fat old man felt like being poured by a basin of cold water, his whole body was icy cold, his joyful mood fell directly from heaven to hell, and he stammered: "I...did I make a wrong judgment?"

He is well aware of the strength of the Dharma Protector. If he says something wrong, he must be wrong. The Dharma Protector will not be wrong.

"Wrong." The guardian said again: "It's not two stars, it's three stars!"

"Uh... what?" The fat old man almost jumped up, because he was too excited, his voice was raised several times, and he immediately realized that he had offended the guardian, and hurriedly apologized in fear, but the excitement in his heart could not be suppressed no matter what. He thought that the guardian said he was wrong because the ruins only had one star, not two stars, but he didn't expect——

Samsung, Samsung, it turned out to be Samsung, it's unbelievable!

A three-star relic is enough to create a church of the level of the Scarlet Cloth Sect. He couldn't believe it when he looked at the guardian, knowing that the guardian was right, but still couldn't believe it.

"What are you happy about?" The guardian coughed twice, and said without the slightest politeness: "Is the Samsung ruins accessible to you and me?"

"Subordinate...Understood!" The fat old man was poured with cold water again, the flames in his eyes were instantly extinguished, and he was suddenly disheartened. The protector is right, the three-star relic is not something he can get his hands on, and the level of a protector will easily fall if he enters it, let alone him, he probably won't even be able to enter the entrance.

"Guardian, what should we do now?" After all, the fat old man, who has experienced a lot of wind and waves, quickly calmed down and returned to normal.

"Wait!" The protector closed his eyes after finishing speaking.

"Yes, this subordinate resigns!" The fat old man understood the meaning of the guardian. The guardian did not intend to report to the main church. This meant that the guardian was also very fond of the three-star relic. If the guardian got benefits, he would follow behind and drink some soup. Thinking of this, his heart began to heat up again.

...

"It's on fire over there." Someone suddenly pointed to the east and shouted

road. Others looked over, and sure enough, the sky was dark red, giving people a hot feeling.

"It doesn't look like it's on fire, there's no smoke!" someone questioned.

"Such a big fire means that it is burning vigorously, and there is no smoke left!"

"No, the flames are moving, as if heading towards... towards the blue city!" The voice was full of surprise.

"I'm going, it's not the flame, it's the flaming mad lion, the fifth-level monster, the flaming mad lion, hurry up and beat the drum and ring the bell, the monster is attacking the city." The voice was full of panic.

"Wait—" A figure from the city fell on the top of the city with lightning. It was Hongke. His eyes were lucky, and he shot a bright light. After a few breaths, he retracted his gaze, and the look of shock on his face flashed away: "It's not a monster attacking the city. The flaming lion has an owner, and there is someone on his back!" Everyone was shocked.

About twenty seconds later, the flaming mad lion appeared outside the city, and the people on the top of the city felt as if they were in a furnace, feeling extremely uncomfortable, but this was nothing compared to the horror in their hearts. The fifth-level beast, Flame Lion, really has an owner. On his back is a handsome young man who looks at the blue city leisurely, as if he is out for a spring outing.

"Li Qingchuan, it's easy to get a pet. Tomorrow, I'll get a lion to sit on." When the voice sounded, it was still in the sky. When the last word fell, the black spot quickly expanded and turned into a person. It had already reached the top of the city.

With a slender figure, slightly thinner, with lightning-like eyes, and a face carved out of marble, he is extremely determined, with a long sword on his back, and a terrifying aura pervades. There are so many masters in the city, no one dares to speak out.

"Wang Er, the mount is given to you, and it will end up in your stomach. You'd better not spoil your pets." Li Qingchuan patted the Raging Flame Lion who was sitting down. The Raging Flame Lion restrained its terrifying aura, and the flames also retracted into its body. In an instant, it turned into an ordinary big lion, and passed through the city gate leisurely. The soldiers guarding the city gate watched helplessly, not daring to fart.

This seemed to be the beginning, and in the following time, there were constantly terrible breaths descending. Every aura represents a peerless master, some people are silent, some people are afraid that others will not know, the monstrous aura covers the whole city, and the wind and clouds are surging. Sometimes thunder flashes, sometimes violent storms, heavy breath like tsunami waves, wave after wave.

At nightfall, a huge convoy ushered in outside the Blue City, with riders in front, riders in the back, and carriages in the middle, stretching for several miles. A flag tens of meters high fluttered in the wind, and it could be seen clearly from far away. On it was an ancient font: Ji!

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