Supreme Uprising

Walking on the street full of simple and heavy charm, Luo Yunyang's heart, no sadness and no joy at this time, for him, and a presence that can only be regarded as the level of ants, there is no meaning at all.

Because this family, for him, is really just an ant.

But in the blue star world dominated by the eight great gods, he is now difficult to do things by his own cultivation.

He needs a **** medicine, and he still needs a lot of opportunities. He will also upgrade his strength in the fastest time.

Luo Yunyang, who has a certain understanding of the Blue Star world, knows that the strongest of the world will not be noticed by the gods before the upgrade to become a saint.

According to the laws and decrees passed down by these gods, the more genius, the more attention is paid.

In the ancient kingdom of the wind, he would not be famous in one fell swoop, but he would also dominate the entire ancient kingdom in an invincible position.

The Duke of Golden Ziwei is still a good object.

Luo Yunyang's movements, in the first time, have been reported to the Jin Ziwei family's residence. This generation of Jin Ziwei family patriarchs, although not into the storm gods, but they also have their own way of inheritance.

As a warrior with three heads of real blood, they also have their own promotion of the gods, but this promotion to the end, but difficult to compare with the inheritance of the eight gods.

However, as an aristocrat, it is enough.

"You said that a pastor, who dared to come to my house to ask for someone, was a great courage." The gloomy Duke of Jin Ziwei, after hearing the report of his housekeeper, said with a hint of coldness in his voice.

His butler, a real blood warrior who is not weak, said: "Adult, young pastor, the future is not small, you better not to offend him."

The Duke of Jin Ziwei smiled coldly: "What about a young pastor? You should know that even a thousand pastors can hardly become a priest."

“Is there still less young priests falling in these years?”

"But if the kid is interested, I can give him a chance to let Monton return one eye."

The housekeeper opened his mouth and did not speak any more. He had fulfilled his obligations and reminded the reminder of things. As the owner did not listen, it was not that he could be the master.

What's more, the power of the Jin Ziwei family is not a new pastor who can be provocative. After all, the relationship between the Jin Ziwei family and the bishop of the ancient kingdom is very good.

From the Shita family to the residence of the Jin Ziwei family is not too far, that is, half an hour, Luo Yunyang has already arrived at the residence of the Jin Ziwei family.

"Brother, when you get there, you must talk to the Duke of Jin Ziwei, that..." Mrs. Lakeley, who is the sister of Klein, slowly recovered some reason at this time, she said softly toward Luo Yunyang.

Luo Yunyang smiled and he naturally understood the meaning of the sister.

It’s just that he came here this time, not to properly solve this matter. This time, he wants to make a name for himself.

"This is the Duke of Jin Ziwei, and I will leave here soon, or you will grab all of you!" A dozen soldiers, when they saw Luo Yunyang and others coming, were shouting loudly.

Although they are ordinary soldiers, they represent the Jin Ziwei family after all, not to mention that they have received instructions.

Although the martial arts warriors were loyal to Luo Yunyang, the priest, they entered Wangcheng for the first time. They did not have the experience to deal with the top Dukes in Wangcheng.

So at this time, no one spoke, and they looked at Luo Yunyang one by one.

"The Stormfury!"

Luo Yunyang did not open the mouth with these soldiers, but directly swayed the Famen, and displayed the magical techniques passed down by the Storm Gods, which was more violent than the stormy swords.

It was also an instant, the rolling storm, shrouded the past toward the Duke of Golden Ziwei.

In this king city, there are very few people who use such violent means. At the moment when the soldiers are swept down by the rolling storm, they don’t know what to do at this time.

"Stop! This is the residence of the Duke of Jin Ziwei. You dare to do it freely. You have forgotten the ban of the bishop!"

With this sentence, two men dressed in Storm God priest costumes are rising to the sky. Their ages are thirty or forty years old. At the moment of their appearance, they quickly swayed the law, at the Duke of Jin Ziwei. Over the sky, a barrier was laid.

The cultivation of these two people is a high pastor. For Luo Yunyang, this young priest is not too concerned.

When they want to come, the array of their own arrangements, blocking the attack of this young pastor, there should be no problem.

But how do they know that they are not facing a small person, but Luo Yunyang, who is even their god, is ready to hunt.

That is to say, the wrath of the storm that Luo Yunyang urged has already collided with the guardian barriers of the two pastors.

Although these are two levels of magic, but the people who display them are different, it means that their power is different.

That is, the moment of contact, the power is more than a hundred times the wrath of the storm than the ordinary storm anger, directly shredded the guardian barrier, and fell over the house of the Jin Ziwei family.

"Boom!"

A tall building, instantly broken, the grand Duke of the Golden Ziwei, in an instant, has become a mess.

Dozens of warriors who flashed a variety of blood and blood, madly motivated their own power, resisting the power of the wind and thunder. But even if it is, the force that can withstand the wind and thunder, there are still a lot of power of the storm anger, tearing directly in the void.

A ray of light rushed from all directions to the Duke of Jin Ziwei. After all, it is the king city of the ancient kingdom of the wind. Such a powerful destruction is naturally eye-catching.

The power of the storm's wrath quickly dissipated, but the majestic Duke's Mansion, which was just a majestic, was already a mess, not a warrior of the Duke's House, but was also injured in the wrath of the storm.

"Is your hand to my house?" The Duke of Jin Ziwei, who was in a robes, snarled toward Luo Yunyang.

He was originally a little pastor. Even if he came, he should also be arbitrarily asking for his own release, but he did not expect that the direct shot, but also tore the defense of his two pastors.

His Duke's House was turned into a ruin. It must be a laughing stock in the kingdom. I don't know how many people want to see his excitement.

Luo Yunyang nodded: "Either let go, or die!"

The Duke of Jin Ziwei felt that this little pastor should be crazy. He was so arrogant at this time.

In fact, Mrs. Lakeley, who followed Luo Yunyang, was also frightened by everything in front of her. She originally wanted her brother to help her, but she did not expect that the sacred and inviolable Duke’s house in this royal city was actually Under the attack of his own brother, it was directly turned into a ruin.

This matter is no longer a matter of pleading. This has become a matter that she does not know how to end.

In fact, the people of the Shita family who followed Luo Yunyang were also in a state of arrogance. He did not know what he should do now. After all, things at this time have exceeded his scope of treatment. No, it should be said that Beyond his imagination.

According to his feelings, the current thing, I am afraid that the entire stone tower family is already in a kind of fear, which is equal to the face-lifting thing, the Duke of Jin Ziwei will never agree, and facing the anger of the Duke of Jin Ziwei, they Really powerless.

The priest from the small town, even to kill the Duke of Jin Ziwei, this is a bit whimsical.

"You want to kill me, I will fight the bishop's punishment, but also kill you!" The Duke of Jin Ziwei spoke, the whole person burst into a crazy power, his body not only madly expanded ten times the size, but also Produced countless black scales.

For the change of the Duke of Jin Ziwei, Luo Yunyang also saw it in the book of the temple, which is the performance of the real blood warrior.

If the Duke of Golden Ziwei is classified according to the blood-stained warrior, it should belong to a king-level blood-stained warrior equivalent to a senior priest.

The final of the blood-stained warrior is the beast that becomes the root of their true blood, and this rank is equivalent to the saint in the sequence of the eight gods.

However, although the rank of the real blood warrior corresponds to the inheritance of the eight great gods, the strength is much worse.

In general, the peak of the real blood warrior level is equivalent to the primary level of the same level of religious inheritance.

Although Luo Yunyang has just advanced to the official, the gods of the priest have long let him completely digest it.

Just as Luo Yunyang was preparing to kill the Duke of Jin Ziwei, a man dressed in a robes of the gods was already surprised in the void. He looked at Luo Yunyang, cold and cold: "As a priest of the gods, he actually went wild in the king city and gave me a knee."

With the words of this priest, a majestic majesty, pressed against Luo Yunyang.

The Duke of Jin Ziwei saw this priest, and there was a hint of joy in his eyes. This priest is very good with him. Two people have always been allies in many things. Now that I have such a thing in my own home, this old friend’s shot is better.

After all, this pastor is also the middle layer of the storm god.

"Lake Rayham's priest, today's business, you must give me an explanation, otherwise I will tell the bishop in front of this matter, and definitely can't give up."

The sage, who is known as the Thunderham, nodded; "I will give you an explanation for this matter."

That is to say, when he spoke, he suddenly discovered that the majesty of his own priests was not of any use to the young pastor.

This should not be!

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