Heaven Extinction Martial Emperor

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Suddenly, Qiu Qiu was lying on the ground with his ears on the ground: "Have you heard?"

Xia Qingchen and others were startled.

Human ears are naturally inferior to monsters.

After a moment.

Cloud Buddha stared at the center of the ruins and said, "All leave."

In the center is a deep pit that was blown up.

At this moment, under the deep pit, there was a slight rustling sound.

And, more and more haste.

The dust near the deep pit is slowly rolling down towards the bottom of the pit.

"It's about to collapse." Xia Qingchen judged immediately with his experience.

The crowd immediately jumped to the nearby roof.

Looking down from the top.

The deep pits collapsed toward the center.

At the center, it looks like an hourglass with no bottom hole.

Swallow all the falling dust.

Just a few breaths.

The entire middle courtyard collapsed.

A dark cave with a diameter of ten feet was exposed.

Countless gusts of wind, blowing upwards from the depths of the cave, still faintly smelling.

"Where is such a big hole?" Qiu Qiu stared at the dog.

Lian Xing was also surprised: "How does it seem that the mountain where Fengyin Temple is located is hollow?"

Cloud Buddha pondered the film and gave the answer.

"It seems that the rumors are true." Yunfo said: "In the first generation of the Fengyin Temple, the host, in order to impact the mid-month position, drained a thousand miles of underground rivers."

"It caused the nearby terrain to collapse, resulting in many underground tunnels. The interior of this mountain is hollow, which should be related to that year."

Xia Qingchen was slightly surprised when she heard the words.

The host of the first-generation Fengyin Temple, as well as the ability to impact the mid-month position?

Why does the contemporary host even miss Xiaoyue?

Moreover, the eight holy places are also inferior to one generation.

In the two **** gates of the demigod family, there are only two lunar powerhouses sitting in the town, and there is no longer the daytime environment of moving mountains and seas, and even the demigod-level strongmen are born.

Overall, Tianyueling is gradually declining.

Recovered.

Xia Qingchen finally understood why all the wind blowing into Fengyin Temple went back and forth.

Probably through some underpass, into the underground tunnel.

"The danger below is unknown. Let's stay away." Yunfo suggested.

The tunnel has existed for thousands of years and is very fragile.

If it falls into the tunnel and accidentally collapses again, it will be buried in it forever.

They waited carefully.

Two hours passed slowly.

Liu Qing is in a hurry, taking away as much as possible the treasure house of Fengyin Temple.

He has a space ninja.

However, how to dress up the Fengyin Temple for thousands of years of accumulation.

He held three bags in his left hand, several in his right armpit, and still carried it on his shoulder.

Staggering out of the treasure house.

As a result, he was inadvertently judged by the threshold and fell into a dog chew.

The baggage that was sorted out finally fell to the ground.

The contents inside spilled all over the floor.

Clear and angry and anxious, lying on the ground in grief and indignation.

The host of his three ancient temples was so dismal and embarrassed.

"Xia Qingchen, Yunfo, remember this account for you!" Liu Qing hated.

Seeing the time is coming.

He had no time to pack up, so he simply left.

But just ready to go.

Mummy, Wuhua and a dry monk came to meet us.

"Liuqing host, where have you been? Looking for you for a long time." The mage said.

When he approached him, he discovered that the treasure house resources on the ground were startled and said, "What are you doing?"

How does Liu Qing have a face to say that he was driven away?

"It's nothing, pack a little things." Liu Qing's eyes gloomed.

The mage was naturally too lazy to manage, and commanded: "If it's okay, help me prepare a banquet immediately. I want to thank you."

Thank you?

Liu Qingdao said: "Okay, I ordered people to arrange."

With that, he was about to leave and left, and the mage said, "Where are you going? You will have to accompany you later, but my uncle is coming."

Who?

Liu Qing was shocked: "Your uncle, but you mean the four masters of your mash, the poisonous son?"

The mage nodded: "Yes! On the way he is coming, he will come before noon."

Hearing the words, clearing eyes and showing ecstasy.

There is quite a pleasant surprise.

Who is Poison Yoko?

One of the four masters of Yinhui Lake.

One's strength is not under the cloud Buddha, and even one point of strength.

When he visited Huangfengbao in person, what could Yunfo fear?

What's more, Xia Qingchen chopped off the mage's wrist without knowing it.

This account will not be easily given up.

"Hahaha, that's a sure thing. Lord Yang Duzi is here in person, and he will naturally have a few more drinks with him." Liu Qinghong glowed.

The dull color on his face was swept away.

Instead, there was a look of gloating and misfortune in his eyes: "This time, what to do with the surname Xia, thinking that by relying on a cloud Buddha, you can run wild and haphazard? Ha ha, dream!"

Who knows.

The mash son gritted his teeth and stared at him coldly.

Liu Qing was stared at hair, only to realize that something was wrong, said: "Mister, is there anything wrong?"

The mage sneered outspokenly: "I don't **** and look in the mirror, do you want to drink with my uncle?"

Clearing a big star position is really not enough to drink with someone like Duo Yangzi.

Clear expression stiffened.

"The mage meant to accompany me..." Liu Qing didn't quite understand.

The mashboy said lightly: "If your ears are not deaf, you should hear. I said that this banquet is a guilt? Let you participate, of course, you are also guilty."

"I? Thank you? To whom?" Liu Qing felt abrupt.

Has he offended the mash?

Why should we thank people for sin?

"Who else? Of course it's Xia Qingchen and Xia Gongzi!" The mage snorted: "This time I'm in conflict with him, your Fengyin Temple has 50% responsibility!"

"Thank you for the sin banquet, you pay me a good guilt, but whenever there is something that makes Xia Qingchen unhappy, hehe, my uncle doesn't mind feeding you bugs."

Liu Qing was startled and startled.

He asked himself not to be stupid, but also very cunning.

However, how can not understand.

Not long ago, the mash boy who hated Xia Qingchen was guilty of Xia Qingchen in the blink of an eye.

Well, it's not just him who makes a guilt.

He must be pulled together to make a guilt!

Can it be more absurd?

Xia Qingchen forced him to nowhere, and demanded him to be punished?

"Mister, is there any misunderstanding?" Liu Qing asked.

The mashko knew the confusion of Liuqing, but the commercial secrets involved in the mash naturally disdain to explain to him.

"Don't ask, don't ask, just know, do what I say, otherwise, you will be at your own risk!"

The consequence is that the poisonous yangzi is fed to the insects.

Poison Yoko is a strong man who is extremely good at using poisonous insects.

The means is very poisonous.

"Immediately prepare a feast." The mash scolded.

The face is clear and cloudy.

If he stayed in recompense, Xia Qingchen would still kill him.

If he didn't leave a guilt, Duo Yangzi would also kill him.

In any case, it is hard to escape.

Is it really mortal?

At the time of integrity and despair, Liu Qing looked at the mage's broken wrist, and a very bold attention rose in his eyes.

He settled down and dispelled the strong men around him, saying: "Everyone withdrew, I have one thing, I want to talk to the mage alone."

Wu Hua and others retreated.

In the end, only two people remained.

"What's the matter," said the mage, tired.

There was a hint of spicy color in Liu Qing's eyes, and Yin Yin measured: "Your wrist, is it still painful?"

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