Dragon-Marked War God

Jiang Chen knows very well the Qinglian ancestors. This is a living Buddha. Can predict the future good and bad. If you stay, you are definitely not aimless. Master Hurricane has persisted for so many years. Just to find your own master.

Jiang Chen believes more and can conclude. The Qinglian ancestors must have been imprisoned in this Shengyuan Hall. Under the heavens. Except here. No other place can trap the Qinglian ancestors. Even Qinglian’s ancestors failed. And Jiang Chen can guess. At that time, Qinglian’s ancestors failed. I am afraid there are also reasons. Maybe it has something to do with the person who imprisoned him. otherwise. Take the ancestors of Qinglian. It is impossible to defeat the robbery. I have long been a fairy.

"The ancient temple and the demon temple are unaware. It seems that they do not know the existence of Qinglian's ancestors. Dan Dian. Nalan Temple. Fire Hall. Stone Hall. The military hall is certainly not clear. The only doubt is Xiao Dian. There is only Xiao Dian. Unfortunately, I have no way to check it out. With my current strength. Go to Xiao Dian. That is to find death."

Jiang Chen is extremely troubled. But immediately. His eyes are bright: "Right. I have a blazing fire wing now. If you want to go to Xiao Dian, you should have a trick. It should be no problem. The ancestral tower should also help me hide the breath." However, it is still not reckless. If Xiao Dian has the means to imprison Qinglian ancestors, he has won the words of other seven ethnic groups. The defense must be extremely strict."

Jiang Chen sighed. Still decided to give up to explore the Xiao Temple. After all, he is still weak now. Although it has been promoted to the second level of the Holy. But compared with Xiao Dian. It is completely pediatric. Qinglian ancestors. Still have to explore it carefully.

And in fact. As Jiang Chen expected. Qinglian ancestors. Sure enough, he was imprisoned by Xiao Dian.

Inside the deep space of Xiao Dian. There is a separate space. This space is very small. Or it can't be called space at all. Can only be regarded as a relatively large secret room. This secret room is only a dozen feet in size. The entire secret room was filled with cold air. Cold cold. There are frost everywhere.

This chamber has space in the gap. An extremely powerful seal was placed outside. This seal is powerful enough to be a powerful nine-level grand priest. I couldn’t detect the slightest breath at all.

now. In the center of this chamber. Sitting on the old man. The old man closed his eyes. The body is covered with a pale yellow dragonfly. At first glance, it is very old. But it still exudes a silky luster. The old man seems to be a hundred years old. of course. In fact his true age. Absolutely more than a hundred years old.

The old man sat there. Kneeling around. I can't even feel his breath. His face. Full of pine and wrinkles. It seems that it will not last long. But it gives people a feeling of how they can't die.

The old man seems to have been here for too long. It is numb to everything. Those cold atmosphere. Nothing can affect him.

Buddhism has an old man sitting for a hundred years. This old man in front of him. This is the state.

at this time. The space in the chamber is rippling. A figure appears like a ghost. What appeared was an old man who looked like he was fifty years old. The chin has a long beard. The figure is not magnificent. But his breath makes people feel incomparable fear. He seems to have been detached from this world. Not here is the person here. His body. Feast free to exude. That's right. It is fairy. This is a true immortal. Beyond the existence of the Great Holy.

If you let outsiders know. I will definitely be shocked by the big mouth. To know. After the Great St. was promoted to the immortal. It will be the force of traction in the fairy world. Immediately pulled to the fairy world. Can't stay in the lower bound.

Because the immortal breath is too strong. The world below cannot withstand his power. Once the immortal is killing. The whole world may have to collapse. This situation is the same as the power of the great saint that the space triangle cannot bear.

But this old man is in front of you. But it really exists.

"Qing Lian. One hundred years. You are still so obsessed with it. It is against us." There will be no good end."

The old man looked at the old man sitting on the ground. Said the opening.

That's right. That old man is not someone else. It is Jiang Qing’s ancestors who are painstakingly looking for.

"You are coming again."

Qinglian ancestors slowly opened their eyes. His voice was very muddy from the beginning. Suddenly it became extremely bright. A single eye. It is possible to show people to death. This is a supreme realm. Such a look. People simply can't get in touch with a dying old man.

"Qing Lian. I have not admire anyone in Xiaomou. I only admire you Qinglian ancestors. As long as you surrender that thing. We immediately open prison for you. Let you fly into a fairy. This is a wonderful Things. And you are stubbornly staying here for a hundred years. Why?"

The old man said openly. The tone is already a little impatient. Because the same thing. He has said that he does not know how many times.

"You used me to stay in the lower bounds. It has already violated the fairy tales. I will not give you anything. You go back."

Qinglian's ancestors are very peaceful. You don't seem to feel that he is a little angry. After saying this sentence. Qinglian's ancestors closed their eyes.

"Qing Lian. You are too stubborn. Do you think I really can't kill you?"

The old man is a little angry.

"You dare not. Kill me. Your efforts in Xiao Dian's centuries have been in vain."

Qinglian ancestors shook his head.

"you……"

The old man is angry. But there is nothing to help. As Qinglian’s ancestors said. He does not dare to kill. Killed the Qinglian ancestors. A hundred years of hard work will be destroyed.

"Hey. Qinglian. You should be very clear. Even if we can't get that thing. Imprison you. It can also have the same effect. The loss is your own. You don't know how to cherish the chance of becoming a fairy."

The old man snorted. It disappeared immediately. Another unpleasant chat. Such a chat. It will be done once a year. Qinglian ancestors have been numb.

After the old man left. The surrounding space barriers are completely enclosed. It is surrounded by white frost. Qinglian ancestors opened their eyes again. The ancient well has no wave on the face. There was a sneer sneer.

Qinglian ancestors had a palm. A broken sword with a long foot appeared in his hand. If Jiang Chen is here. Must be recognized. This broken sword. It is the debris of the Tiansheng sword.

Qinglian ancestors stared at the hand to interrupt the sword. It seems to be watching my old friends. Self-talking: "Old man. You fell to the holy cliff more than 100 years ago. When you are poor, you found this broken sword. I have not admire anyone in Qinglian's life. You are the only one. You broke through the fairy tales. They found hope for the great saints of the Holy Land, but they also brought disaster to the Holy Yuan."

Oh...

Suddenly. The broken sword in his hand trembled fiercely. Make a humming sound. It seems to be subject to some kind of summoning.

This situation surprised Qinglian's ancestors. For a hundred years. He is not the first time to take out this broken sword to watch. This has never happened before.