Immortal Voices

At this time, everything that happened outside the world had nothing to do with the strongest in the list.

Within a hundred of the list, the king of war was brought into the secret realm of Daotai.

After the dazzling light disappeared, the first thing everyone saw was the ornate throne suspended high in the void.

That throne was their ultimate goal.

Everyone's eyes were full of longing, and with deep vigilance to others and the imperative to the throne.

However, he was worried that he was the first to commit anger, and no one took the throne first.

They all planned in unison, and when the opponent was eliminated, the throne was not snatched, and they could sit on the throne at any time.

However, Destiny joked with them, letting them flash together.

Just in the blink of an eye, they saw a woman in plain clothes in front of the throne.

Their eyes almost flickered.

——Tiandao Baba Someone fouls here!

Rong Xian, who was standing right in front of the throne, blinked and blinked again, and then murmured, "I'm not mistaken. Heavenly heaven directly sent me to the throne."

On the ground of Tiandao, Cangtian hid deep in Rong Xian's consciousness and didn't dare to come forward, lest he be discovered by Tiandao.

Rong Xian didn't care if Cangtian didn't talk, she simply walked towards the throne, she was not polite at all, and mumbled as she walked: "Why doesn't the heavens send me directly to the throne? This is so unsatisfactory. If I were Rongguo's son, I would n’t even send a spirit stone to it. "

Dare to speak: "..."

I'm afraid this boy is over!

On Tiandao's site, not only complained that he would not do anything when he heard it, but also wanted to make Tiandao do nothing.

-You ca n’t go to heaven!

It's a pity that this can only be said quietly by oneself, realizing that a mighty force sweeps over, Cangtian stunned and hid himself deeper.

Then it keenly felt that his cub was split by thunder.

Cangtian: "..." This seems to be the second time.

Cangtian shed tears of sympathy in his heart, and falsely expressed: It is not the old father who is incompetent, but the enemy is too powerful.

After feeling the emotion, Cangtian couldn't help but wonder. How can this tone be familiar?

Outside, Rong Xian did not escape the heavenly thunderbolt, and was cut straight.

Rong Xian stroked the pleated skirt and quickly changed a purple long skirt under the cloth.

After dissolving the enchantment, she looked hesitantly, like a child who had made a mistake, lowered her eyes slightly, pursed her lips and said blankly, "Did I just say something wrong?"

Void is quiet, only the sky can't cry or laugh, don't you say something wrong in your heart?

Rong Xian is really countless. She gathered her sleeves wide, with a graceful gesture, as if Long Yue was in her arms: "You can't be stingy in the sky, otherwise no one can stand it."

The words fell, and a murderous attack came towards her very quickly.

Without waiting for this murderous spirit to fall, the killings in all directions swarmed up.

Depending on the situation, her approach to the throne has already caused anger.

Rong Xian: "..."

Conspiracy kills me.

I will not shut up, I will beep.

Speaking of what she did, Rong Xian opened her mouth and said: "The secret is simple, and there is no creativity at first glance. The throne style is conservative and shabby, and I don't know how many people have been seated from ancient times.

Having said that, she looked subtle, and still learned the words of Emperor Wu, and said with emotion: "Tiandao Baba is really poor."

I can't take care of the mystery, and there is no material to forge a new throne.

Cangtian: Your heavenly bully may make you poorer!

At the same time, Rong Xian's figure quickly retreated, reaching out a hand, and holding a dark black sword in his hand.

The cold cold air spread in this world, and the unattended attacks were directly wiped away by the cold air.

"Xuanming Heavy Water Sword?" Comes in surprise, apparently did not expect that Rong Xian would have a sword made from Xuanming Heavy Water.

He responded with a severe pain on his face. It turned out that when he was stunned, Rong Xian was very ungentleman and took a sword to his face.

Just as she walked towards the throne without a word, she was not modest.

Well, since it's not Miss, it doesn't matter if you have this face or not.

The man was pumped out, Rong Xian's right index finger and **** were brought together, drawing a sharp sword and chasing after him.

Then he didn't look at the life or death of that man, turned around and fought with the four of them afterwards.

All four were strong players in the rankings, and the power of their hands was not small. Rong Xian was at a disadvantage.

But she found weirdly that although these people were murderous, they tried to show mercy and seemed to only want to take her seriously.

Rong Xian was too lazy to ponder so much, especially when she felt that someone was coming, she looked like she said: "It's not a habit to bully more and less."

After all, the palm of his hand slammed on the sword, his eyes narrowed, and the purple dress screamed.

The icy sword air came from endless void in all directions.

Each ray of sword gas turned into a long sword, and each long sword was held by a purple figure who could not see clearly.

Look at the figure and every one is Rong Xian.

The siege of Rong Xian could not help but be shocked. What magical power was this? They had never seen it.

Rong Xian stood still without moving, his eyes remained confined.

But each phantom can block an uninvited guest.

While controlling so many avatars is hard for Rong Xian, but it is not very reluctant, after all, she has refined her experience.

Since others are shameless, she can only teach them to be human.

Between Rong Xian's eyelashes trembling, dozens of virtual shadow swords appeared.

Immediately, five to one or even six to one monks were angry: "Dirty!"

Rong Xian did not like to listen to these words.

She didn't care about the current atmosphere of tit-for-tat, she opened her eyes and looked at the group of people, her mouth slightly raised, her sarcasm fixed, and then she seemed surprised: "Dirty? In what capacity do you say this? Come here, you seniors? "

She was despicable. She didn't even attract the incarnation, but only transformed the shadow of the sword with her spiritual power.

Rong Xian touched her face, and taught her with a serious heart: "People must know how to be blessed, don't be greedy, or they will eat bad results ..."

"Shut up!" Several people snapped together.

Rong Xian interrupted by preaching: "..."

She looked at her side in doubt, and saw the two men and a woman monk staring pale at her, as if she could say one more word and they could all die.

Rong Xian lowered her eyes, and her thick eyelashes formed a fan-shaped shadow under her eyes, looking very fragile and harmless.

She hesitated and said, "I remember that I didn't practice the magic of words."

The three monks were embarrassed. They could not say that the cricket that had been pressed by you in Qinglong City for three hours had a psychological shadow.

They still have faces.

The three of you look at me and I look at you, fighting with Jianying's spirited spirit, silent and no snoring.

Rong Xian's gaze turned around the three, as if he understood something, prolonged the key and issued a meaningful monosyllable: "Oh-"