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As the only saint in the world in the world, how could Mo Qinan be missing from the head of Zhuluyuan City?

The man in the coarse sermon robe appeared silently.

He walked past the world's heroes lined up above the city, and finally chose to stand between Lao Zhouzi and Pei Fenglou, and hugged the two of them.

The old Confucian scholar Chen Xuan glanced inadvertently and found that there was a jade plaque hanging around Mo Qinan's waist, but the engraved content and signature were attached to the robe. I couldn't see what was written.

But this doesn't matter.

For Chen Xuandu, what he cared about was whether Mo Qinan, as a motivated caller, had the awareness and position of fighting to the end like his fellow men in the world.

As the saying goes, every man is responsible for the rise and fall of the world, but you are the only one who is a saint who is the god who leads the realm, so can't he be harmed?

Originally, Chen Xuan had heard of the ridiculous things that Mo Qinan had when he was young, and he couldn't help but worry about the inhumanity of the world. However, when he saw the long dictionary on the latter's waist, he dispelled his last trace of worries, and he was in a state of mind.

The helmsman of Buyilou, who inherited Mo Tianji's mantle, looked at him a little more than anything else.

I laughed a few heartily.

Chen Xuandu drank a sip of wine, withdrew his gaze, and looked at the rolling yellow sand outside the city and covering the sky and the sun.

I have to admit that even though he was as old as he was, it was the first time in his life that he had witnessed such a vast lineup of alien totem troops. Three powerful men in the Divine Realm led Tian Xing, and more than a hundred generals in Tian Ce, even if they were separated by dozens of them.

Inside, he could also feel the oppression and solemnity that permeated the air.

Suffocating!

It's also exciting to try!

"That day, the gods will be awakened and the gods will be merged, so no one will compete with me, Chen Xuan."

Liu Shisan squeezed over.

He raised his right hand and put it in front of him and squinted his eyes: "Senior Chen, that's the fifth-ranked strong man on the list of 100 generals. He is similar to the cultivation level of the world's god-inducing realm. Can you do it?"

Chen Xuan grabbed Liu Shisan's ear and said, "I can't. Can you do it?"

"Yoyo, it hurts."

"Old Senior Chen has both outstanding poems and swords, and a poem and a bucket of wine. He will definitely run rampant in the army of foreign totems. He will kill one person ten steps, without leaving a thousand miles away, as if he has entered a state of no one."

Liu Shisan rubbed his ears.

Chen Xuan hugged him and pointed to the army of alien totems: "I heard that Xiaoxing's twelve autumns have appeared in the tent of the waning moon, all of which are amazing young geniuses in the world."

Of course, Liu Shisan also heard about it slightly, no

I didn't take it seriously: "Is Erlang Shierqiu very powerful? Is he capable of hitting me?"

I have to say that Liu Shisan's golden mouth is really another masterpiece of Zhuluyuan. As soon as the words fell, there were twelve streams of light in the alien totem army that broke through the rolling smoke and dust on the earth and flew towards the city.

Then, under the gaze of countless eyes, they turned into twelve young figures and landed outside the city.

Chen Xuandu joked, "Look, they seem to be really here."

Liu Shisan looked out of the city and looked at the twelve figures carefully. He found that there were two guys from the realm of the Transformation of Tribulation in the so-called Twelve Qiuli of the alien race. He couldn't help but sigh: "It's a tricky idea!"

Pei Fenglou, who was carrying a giant sword, smiled and said, "Are you scared?"

Liu Shisan said: "How could it be? We have the advantage in terms of numbers..."

As the only five-legged realm in the 24-year-old young man who has reached the realm of transformation of disaster, Li Changsheng began to quietly deduce it in his heart as he listened to the conversation between Liu Shisan and the two seniors.

As Liu Shisan said, if the real realm of the Twelve Autumn is similar to the breath and the exposed aura, they can really make a few moves. First of all, in terms of number of people, they have an advantage in twenty-four years. And the only husband of the family He and Zhu Da have a very high tacit understanding, are very good at fighting, and can even resonate and tune on the battlefield. The two can join forces to fight against each other's robbery realm. As for the head of the Twelve Autumns, Li Changsheng himself cope.

Moreover, Ye Baishuang of Jiange, Nangong Jiu of the Academy, and Xu Zang of Tianbei are also in the spiritual realm, and are good at raising war. If you really compete, you will not know who will win the battle...

Compared to Li Changsheng's preparations, Song Lingyun is relatively simple to think about. The younger sister thinks that the battle between the two worlds is not the turn of the competition in front of the Hundred Generals and the Hundred Masters. It is not their turn to decide the direction of the war.

What's more, Senior Mo Qinan is here, he is a saint in the realm of divine attraction! As he thought about it, Song Lingyun unconsciously thought of his master again. If the master was there, everyone's expression would have relaxed a little.

She looked at the serious expression of the senior sister beside her, looked at the twenty-four young men frowned deeply, looked at the seniors on the Baizun Book, and seemed to be worried, and then looked at the second senior brother's pretending to be relaxed and clumsy acting skills , sighed in my heart.

Subconsciously, she touched the jade sign on her waist.

On the long dictionary, Song Lingyun engraved four words: "I want to go back to the academy."

There are no bold words, this is her truest idea. It is probably the truest idea of ​​all like-minded friends in Zhuluyuan City.

Want to go home.

At this moment, the academy must be surrounded by green shades and the sound of books is full of sounds. Watching the clouds flying on Bodhi Mountain must be the most beautiful scenery in the world.

...

Behind the son-in-law Twelve Qiu, the army of alien totems with floating flags slapped like a tide, finally showing its majestic appearances. The towering magic figures dozens of feet high were almost level with the head of Zhuluyuan City, and looked like a god descending to earth. On the head of the city The heroes of the world lined up in front of them, as small as a plaything in their palms.

The headed general Jian of Tianxing was sitting on the shoulders of Faying and waved his hand. The millions of totem troops stopped, in an orderly manner, and the sound shook the world.

Let Song Lingyun's thinking return to reality in an instant.

Looking at the murderous millions of demons outside the city, I felt cold sweat unknowingly.

Nangong Jiu stood beside the younger sister, stretched out his hand to stroke Song Lingyun's head with some pity, and then blamed himself: "It's all because of the incompetence of senior sister. If I have the strength to transform into a disaster, I will never allow my younger sister. Being frightened at all.”

This is extremely harsh.

Of course, it’s not for Song Lingyun to listen to.

Sure enough, among the heroes in the world lined up on the city, Li He suddenly jumped down from the city. Then, in front of everyone, Li He's feet were from nothing to something, a golden golden platform, about thirty feet high, just It rose out of thin air.

Li He supported Yulong and stood on the golden platform.

Just a sword.

The surging yellow sand outside Zhuluyuan City seemed to hit a city wall, collapsed instantly, retreating for several miles, and the army of millions of totems of alien races clearly reflected in front of everyone.

Another sword.

The dark curtains covering the sky and the sun above Zhuluyuan City were torn apart from the middle, accompanied by a dragon roar and sword sound, and the clouds and mist were cleared to see the blue sky.

"Uncle Li He is domineering!" Liu Shisan shouted.

The two swords sounded, awakening the heroes of the world who were deeply attracted by the mighty formation of alien races on the city.

I can't help but feel ashamed.

Chen Xuan even drank a sip of wine: "I'm scared!"

Then he jumped gently and also landed on the golden platform, standing side by side with Li He.

Mo Qinan, who was a coarse sermon, said loudly: "On the top of the city, except for twenty-four years, all the people below the Transformation Realm are leaving quickly and defending the city gate with the Allies in the World."

"Liu Acai, Zui Sanqiu, Pei Fenglou, Sun Dasheng, Tieleng, Nanshan Crazy Bell Man, Baihua Immortal, Leng Qingqiu. A few of you, follow me to fight against the aliens on the Golden Platform."

"The rest of the people, etc., guard the city."