The city of Monkey King

On the thirty-sixth day of the South, the five-category boundary, the inner boundary of the border.

With the hundreds of thousands of patrols in the Seventh World, the current squadrons in the sects of the world can only be reduced to the role of a younger brother. Even the younger brothers can’t count on them. The identity barely entered the main hall of the defensive palace, sitting at the last seat on the right.

And it’s still a war, watching everyone laugh like haha, for fear of getting rid of.

After all, the people in this temple, picking one of them is not the one that he only cultivated, and the small five-category can be provoked.

The first place in the main hall, originally belonging to the position of the boundary, is now naturally the coach of the seventh world inspection army, Mo Ye Shangjun.

At the moment, Moye Shangjun, his brow is also slightly wrinkled, he is thinking about something.

According to the will of Xian Ting, at this moment, the army of the day should gather in the southern region of the 36th day, but his army happened to be inspecting the southern region.

Moreover, there is no explicit stipulation in the implication of Xianting. In the end, the patrols of all walks of life are gathered in the southern domain, or gathered in the spiritual realm of the southern region. However, as far as the current situation is concerned...

The other patrols that came to the rest of the day were stationed in the spiritual realm.

Therefore, Mo Ye Shangjun is entangled in his own army of the Seventh Heaven, whether he is still staying in this realm, or open to the spiritual world.

In the eyes of the mind, Moye does not want to go to the spiritual realm. He is talking in this world, no one dares to touch his mold.

Once I went to the spiritual realm, there were a lot of people who were taller than him. It was the second-class guardian of Jinxian’s peak that he couldn’t afford, and he had to be everywhere.

But if you don't go...

Once Xianting blames it, he can't afford it.

however…

He patrolled the army in the seventh world, and all the troops in the army were scattered around to search for the ‘magic monkey’ trail. It took a while for the soldiers to gather together.

Thinking about it, Mo Ye still has no choice.

perhaps…

This is human nature, even if it has become a fairy, sealed a position, even if it is a high-ranking Luo Jinxian, still can not escape the human nature of the bureau, entanglement, choice.

Moye swept through the many heavenly angels in this temple, and was able to sit in the temple safely without having to go out and lead the troops to search. At least it was Taiyi Xuanxian.

These celestial fairy tales, also known as Xuantian will.

There is a lot of boring in the temple. Everyone is drinking in this temple. The light orchestral music is ringing in this temple. There are also 18 women dressed in light gauze. They are soft and graceful.

This group of people...

It is so uncomfortable.

However, it is at this time!

One day, the soldiers broke into the temple with a very fast and flustered posture, and even did not report in advance all night!

The beautiful women who are dancing are eclipsed, and they are retreating on both sides.

Everyone in the temple...

Those Xuantian will have a fierce face change, especially Mo Ye, who sits at the head of the temple, his eyes are shrinking, as if he had guessed something.

There have been regulations in the military, but there are news of the magic monkey.

No need to go through, direct to the coach.

In addition to this incident, a small Tianbing absolutely dare not be good at the temple where the coach is located, this is a death sin!

The Tianbing, who rushed into the temple, squatted toward Moye on one knee.

"Qi 禀上君, there is a school 尉 尉 ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' ' In the world, there are eighteen interfaces from the border, and the army is going to go and go, half an hour."

This day, the soldier kneels on the ground and tells the news he has received.

After talking for a long time...

This day, the soldiers in the heart are stunned, thinking if they are not clear enough, if not, how these high-level people in the weekdays, how are they so silent now, the face is even one with the frosted eggplant general.

Heaven and Heaven are different... very different.

Not only in repair, but in experience!

In the battle of Xianfo, the demon died and suffered heavy, and Xianting was not much better. A large number of Heavenly Soldiers died.

Many of today's Heavenly Soldiers are recruited into the army after the battle of the former Fairy.

Therefore, these newly enlisted Heavenly Soldiers do not know at all, what will be the tragic after the start of the Battle of the Immortal, but they do not know how powerful the ‘Magic Monkey’ in their mouth is.

However, these days will be different. They are natural, and naturally they have experienced the last fairy war, knowing the dangers.

Do not say anything else, they will be this level of Xuantian, which is already a high-level column in the Tianbing.

However, in the original fairy war, five of the average of ten Xuantian will be hung in that battle.

The death rate of the high-level Tianzhi reached 50%, which is not terrible.

In the silent silence of the temple, there was a full seven or eight interest, and no one spoke.

Sitting on the head of the temple, Moye Shangjun, still has an unbelievable color in his eyes. He did not expect that this matter would be hit by himself.

Pour blood mold!

"On the king, it matters a lot and cannot be delayed."

At this time, there was a mysterious heaven in the temple, and he stood up and bowed toward Moye, and said with a sigh.

Wherever he is needed, Moye himself knows that this matter cannot be dragged.

The sword brow wrinkled and immediately stood up.

Upon seeing Moye Shangjun standing up, the dozens of Xuantian will be standing up in the temple, and there was a little nervousness in each of them.

They are clear...

This time it’s definitely not going out to watch the yellow calendar, it’s up, it’s not up... it’s got it.

"What is the history?"

Mo Ye shouted out, suddenly from the dozens of numbers, the front row of people wearing a robes stood up and bowed to Moye.

Without armor, only the long history has this right in the army.

"上君."

After blinking at this long history, Moye’s eyes made a decision: “I’m going to make a report for the monarch, and I will listen to the magic monkey’s trail.”

"Yes."

This long history was once again salvaged, and then directly exited the hall, quickly drafting the chapter.

Moye’s eyes are placed on the remaining Xuan Tianjun. These people are the main force of his patrol army. Follow him from the seventh world to the thirty-sixth day. .

Eyes stunned, flashing a touch of cold light, military orders to export, like a mountain!

"Through the order, the army immediately opened up the waters!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"...!"

These mysterious heavens in the temple are all screaming in unison, all of them are eyebrows and wrinkles, face the color of the battle, turned and walked toward the temple.

Before I even waited outside the temple, it was turned into a smoke.

At the end of the temple, the boundaries of this border can not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

For him, these big guys...

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