My Beautiful and Bossy Wife

In the vast sea of ​​fog, a **** mountain with no top is in front of you.

Zhongmiao Mountain and the surrounding plots were estimated to be three thousand miles wide when they were moved. Even if a few Holy Ancestors cast spells together on such a large plot, it would be difficult for them to do so, and hundreds of Holy Kings must put their full effort. , Burn life yuan to move.

Fifty thousand monks stopped one mile before the "Zhongmiao Mountain".

The'Zhongmiao Mountain', which was originally integrated with the bottom of the void sea, was coiled to the top of the mountain by a black beast neck hundreds of meters wide, and a mile-long crack appeared. This beast neck was'Baxia' Dragon tortoise, the scaly scaly scales that spread out are daunting.

"Ba Xia Fang! When the era was opened, it was the sixth bloodline of Zulong. Now nine epochs have passed, and its bloodline can still multiply to this day." Some monks marveled.

"The nine sons of Ancestral Dragon, I don't know if other bloodlines still exist in the world."

"It is unimaginable that it can carry the Miaoshan Mountain that could only be moved by a hundred holy kings."

"This is the real powerhouse, which makes people scared when they see it."

"Look! Ninety-five saint king corpses, in front of the mountain stream!"

Fifty thousand monks looked up.

It was a matter of time before the Tyrant Dragon Turtle lifted Zhongmiao Mountain. The three thousand-mile ground was originally connected to the ground below the Void Sea, but now there was a one-mile-high crack in the steep wall!

At this moment, as a monk reminded them, everyone began to look up at the ninety-five saint king corpses on the cliff.

Although the Saint King has died for countless years, the remaining power still exists, and it is easy for the monks to feel the palpitating pressure.

"What happened, why are the ninety-five saint king corpses forced to the edge of the zone?"

"It's terrifying, the Saint King is already dead, but he crawled out of the Wuxia coffin."

"Look at the one in the middle! The old corpse of the holy king wearing a dragon robe and a diadem crown... Could it be the 19th Emperor Chilan Kingdom who participated in the mountain?" someone exclaimed.

"Three feet of water in the ancestor's box, once entered Wutan to cut the dragon! The ‘sage king of sword infatuation’ who was extremely chic, holding a pot in one hand and a sword in the other was among them!"

"..."

I was so amazed that these ninety-five saint king corpses in the eyes of the monks, in that era, every one of them was a household name with prominent powers, and if you just took one out and put it in the present age, it would be countless by virtue of its status as the'Holy King Realm' People admire and follow.

Just when the tens of thousands of monks were sighing, there were also a few monks with solemn faces.

First of all, those saint king corpses are very troublesome. They are all dead people. Although they are easier to handle than living people, judging from the other side's roaring behavior, a large number of monks will die if they are not handled well.

At this moment, Xia Di walked out in front of the Nine Dragons that was being pulled by the dragon.

"Is everything ready?" Xia Di asked a middle-aged man in a plain robe, turning his head.

"The death row prisoners in many prisons in the country, including some big monsters, were beheaded to death." The middle-aged man nodded and responded to Xia Di's inquiry.

"Go ahead." Xia Di returned to Long Nian.

"Yes."

The middle-aged man turned around and waved his hands on a dozen people.

These dozens of Daxia monks and generals have been holding a stone altar in their hands.

"The corpse oil essence, Emperor Xia is really cruel." On the right side of Long Nian, Queen Yaochi appeared. She covered her mouth and smiled and accurately guessed the contents of the stone altar.

"Yesterday, I went to find the immortal immortal. This is the method I got from his mouth. The predecessors of the holy king in front of me are dead people, but now they are not at peace and prevent me from waiting for my way. If time is waiting for people, I don't want to go out. This is the next move." Xia Di said with a solemn expression.

"He is just a descendant of the immortal left by the ancient heavenly court. If he had been able to ascend in the day and become a real immortal with his current cultivation base, it is a pity that the heavenly court no longer exists and the path of immortality is desolate." Queen Yao Chi clearly knew. More clearly.

"It's okay. The corpse oil essence has a huge vitality in a day, and the corpse of the holy king should instinctively **** it. When that time..." Xia Di said the meaning is very obvious.

"Unfeeling enough." Queen Yaochi understood what Emperor Xia meant.

Many great abilities, including the Emperor of Chilan Kingdom, looked at him blankly. Above the broken wall, there was his ancestor corpse of the Holy King of Chilan Kingdom, but for the sake of big plans, he could not care about other things. Emperor Xia discussed it with them. the result of.

More than a dozen monks and generals of Xia Guo soared into the sky, and dozens of altars of corpse oil essence were lifted by them. The space inside was huge, filled with yellowish corpse oil essence, and directly began to move towards the ninety-five saints. Wang's corpse spilled away!

Ninety-five corpses of the holy kings were more restless, and the sky full of corpse oil poured over, and these old corpses of holy kings began to looting frantically!

With a smile on Xia Di's face, he winked at the middle-aged man after the tens of thousands of catties of corpse oil in the dozen altars had been spilled.

"Boom boom boom..."

The middle-aged man's hands glowed with icy flames, smashing dozens of groups in the air!

The corpse oil essence ignites when it encounters fire, and there are tragic voices. One mile away, every scream from the corpse of the holy king can hurt the eardrum!

The screams lasted for a full quarter of an hour, and when the last faint sound disappeared, ninety-five black corpses, like coke, were already lying on the ground!

No saint king's corpse can move, even a finger!

"It's done." A smile appeared on Xia Di's face.

Fifty thousand monks looked excited, all ninety-five saint king corpses fell down, and the threat has been lifted. When the calamity comes down at night, before the real catastrophe comes, you can grab as many things in Zhongmiao Mountain! If you get a big ticket to go out, you will surely have endless wealth and glory in this life!

Some monks were already agitated and couldn't help but set off. The emperor's mighty and the terrifying saints of the Holy Land of All Houses have all acted. They are not even one step ahead, and they will get nothing!

Su Jin's scalp was numb, and the fresh corpse oil raised the corpse of the Holy King, who came up with a ghost idea!

The clothes on his back were all soaked in cold sweat. He hesitated, looked at the purple Rakshasa with the best figure beside him, and said, "Run, don't look back!"

After the four words fell, Su Jin directly turned his head and accelerated back to escape!

Su Jin, a monk from the horse team of the Dawan Kingdom, had a good impression of him, and the young man and his sister also shared the message of running quickly.

Zi Luosha was stunned, watching Su Jin running away from his back, hesitated, but for some reason, he instinctively followed.

The young man from the Dawan Kingdom exchanged glances with his sister, and he remembered the voice in his ear very clearly. It was from the senior who had saved them before!

The two leading brothers and sisters of Ziluosha and Dawan Kingdom, these three people began to follow Su Jin away from here in the opposite direction.

At the same time, there was a very big doubt in the three people's hearts.

run? Why run?