My Poised and Elegant Seven Sisters

"Damn it!"

A group of men and women in weird costumes gathered on the top of a towering mountain thirty or fifty miles away from the corpse organization stronghold.

They are the heads of the stronghold and have moved early.

Seeing the mushroom cloud rising in the distance, these men and women were so frightened, they didn't expect Murong Wangqing to be so cruel.

Use a super detonator to razor the entire stronghold to the ground.

Disappear from this world.

"Daxia is about to start hitting us, what should I do?"

"Speed ​​up, speed up!"

"The Dragon Slaying Plan will be implemented immediately, and the world will be turned upside down, and the fish will die and the net will be broken."

"I think we will destroy the Brahman first. It must be the master of the Brahman who wants Murong to reveal the location information of our stronghold."

"Yes, destroy the Brahman first!"

"Stop arguing!" Suddenly, the middle-aged man in the lead stopped drinking, his aura was very strong, and he was the third great master of the transformation realm.

He is the leader of this stronghold, and his heart is bleeding at this time.

This stronghold in Shiwan Dashan, one of the eight core strongholds, is now destroyed, all destroyed.

The organization suffered heavy losses.

"The most urgent thing is to contact the headquarters and discuss it carefully. You can't act rashly. Brahmins have to deal with it, but don't worry."

"We took this account down."

"When the Dragon Slaying Plan is implemented, we will be the first to kill Murong Wangqing, destroy the Murong ancient clan, and avenge the disciples in the stronghold."

The commander's voice was hoarse, which reduced the anger of others a little.

A man said angrily: "I still can't bear this bad breath, I have to pay some interest first."

A woman smiled strangely: "Don't worry, the eighth son of God has already gone to the Northern Wilderness. By his means, it is not easy to hunt down the children of the ancient Murong race."

"Hahaha, that's good. Murong Wangqing's son is Murong Xi, who seems to have not yet become a master. Although he is a trash, Murong Wangqing has only this son. If you kill him, I don't know what it will be like."

At this time, the leader said: "This time not only the eighth son of our stronghold, but other core strongholds also have their sons going to the Northern Wilderness. Together, they are enough to kill many enchanting geniuses and let the Daxia martial arts not pick up."

"Let's go and go back to headquarters."

...

after one day.

Ye Fan and his party finally arrived at Luolongpo.

"It's magnificent and majestic."

After getting out of the car, Ye Fan looked at the three huge mountains in the distance, marveling at it.

The three big mountains are too big, it can even be said that they are three small mountain ranges, surrounded by a vast valley, leaving a canyon-like narrow tunnel entrance.

"Brother Fan, that is Master Mogu."

Qu Youer pointed to the fence courtyard, and Ye Fan saw an old man napping on a bamboo chair.

He walked over, felt the extraordinary sensation of the old man, clasped his fist and said, "I have seen the master."

"Um."

The old man's eyes half-opened.

Ye Fan said: "Our party is not over thirty-five years old, the master can touch Mogu."

The old man beckoned and held Ye Fan's wrist.

Suddenly.

Ye Fan felt a strange breath rushing into his body; he was shocked, if this was caused by the old man, his internal organs would explode directly, and he would die.

But when he wanted to withdraw his hand, Ye Fan discovered to his horror that he couldn't move.

So strong.

Ye Fan broke out in a cold sweat.

Gradually, he calmed down.

The old man is so strong, if he wants to kill him, it is too simple, there is no need to engage in these Mingtang.

It took a full quarter of an hour before the old man let go of Ye Fan and said lightly: "It's not bad, you can go in."

"Thank you, senior."

Qu Youer and the others came, the old man waved his hand and hummed angrily: "No need to touch the bones, I am not blind, don't you see that you are young people!"

Ye Fan let Chaos take the Fire Army.

This kid might be useful.

As the group of people drifted away, Shu Sheng squinted his eyes and whispered anxiously: "This kid, the injury is too serious, and I don't know if he can survive the catastrophe. Alas, it can't be done. Luolongpo is his cemetery. "

"Luolongpo, Luolong, the place where the dragon among people fell, originally thought it was Qu Xiantian, now it seems..."

Shusheng frowned.

In the end, it seemed that he had made some kind of decision. He walked into the bamboo house, picked up the brush, and wrote a word on the rice paper.

"Little Huang."

The book saint spoke softly.

A low roar came, and a golden light shot from the distant mountains and forests, and came to the book Sage.

Looking closely, it turned out to be a golden bull.

The golden bull in the prime of his prime.

The hair was shining with golden light, the pupils were pure golden, and there were two small golden horns three inches long.

Too noble.

Just like the mount of the gods in the sky, it gives people an idea to worship.

This is a different species, a beast.

Much more noble than fierce beasts.

This golden bull has a strong aura, and I am afraid that even the big master of the second layer of the transformation will not be able to take it; compared with the little golden bull that Ye Fan obtained in the wild continent, there is one in the sky and one in the ground.

The book sage folded a piece of writing and hid it in the hair of the golden bull, and then exhorted: "The white-haired man just remembered, you go in, and if necessary, give him the rice paper. "

"Moo!"

The golden bull nodded humanely, turned into a golden lightning, and rushed into the canyon.