The city of Monkey King

The tenth Xianweijie, Xianwei Palace.

Among the large halls of the Imperial Palace, the beautiful and beautiful strings are lingering in the ears.

Nangong Yi people sat on the VIP seat on the left side, but the beautiful face and face were very difficult to see... She just wanted to come to this tenth fairyland to find her brother, but she did not expect things to become like this.

Human sentiment can't be evasive. After all, she is not just an identity of Nangong Yiren. She is also a pro-disciple of the nine-day mysterious woman. In a certain sense... her every move is representative of the Xuan Nushan.

The nine-day mysterious woman is the ancient god, and the Xuan Nushan controlled by it is in the midst of the immortal world. It has a very lofty position. It can be said that it is unceremonious that if Xuantuoshan chooses which side to engage with, then this party will It will surely be able to rise in the fairy world and be unstoppable. Even Xianting will give a few thin faces.

In this Xianwei Palace, these people under the help of the children are more or less all from the forces of the immortal world. These people all have their own forces behind them. Naturally, they all come close to the Nangong Yi people. Accurately said... It is close to the Xuan Nushan.

It was a toast that blocked a person. The Nangong Yi people sighed in a deep breath and looked at the helper sitting on the chief. The tenth commander of the Weifangjie, from the beginning of the seat, did not say a word, just Meditating on the knees, as if it was set.

"wrong…"

The Nangong Yiren is the goddess of the heavenly woman. Although it is not comparable to other people in this temple, it is the quasi-holy, and the sensitivity of the sense of the spirit. With the breakthrough of the fairy, there is a general skyrocketing.

She looked at the helper, and she could feel it in faint... This is the leader of the world, but the people are here, but the gods are no longer there.

Yuan Shen is out...

Taking a deep breath, Nangong Yi people closed their eyes... When they opened again, in her eyes, there was a glimmer of snow and white light.

In her eyes... she can see that this helper has a silky white spirit.

This spiritual power is connecting in one direction. This is the ability to see the spiritual power of the heavens and the earth. Only the spirit of the heavenly woman can be done. This is also the ability of the Xuantuo Mountain nine-day mysterious woman to help her practice.

The Nangong Yi people were curious in their hearts. They did not pay any attention to other people's toasting to her. After all, even the guardian of the world was running away, and she did not want to continue.

Secretly got up... The Nangong Yi people slipped out from the side hall. Anyway, the people in the temple are already drinking the same, and they don't care so much.

The Nangong Yi people followed the spiritual power that extended from the helper, and the heart was curious and followed the past.

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at the same time.

Yuzhou, Xiancheng.

The net of ‘Selling Immortal’ still shrouds the entire Xiancheng, the refining power that was weakened under the impact of Qin Feng. At this time, it began to recover at an extremely fast speed.

Seventy percent, eighty percent, ninety percent... ten percent!

This refinery network refining the power of Xiancheng, and soon recovered from the previous 70% to the original 10%!

Between the time of the sacred, a singular purple flame, like a fireball, generally descended from the sky and fell into the city of Xiancheng.

On the top of the Tongxian Pavilion, Dongfang Qing and others are all looking at the direction of Tuen Mun. Everything that happened in Tuen Mun... they are all in sight.

Their lords... In the invincible situation, the souls of the immortal monks who had previously been unacceptable to them and crushed them, killed the unsuccessful Wang Shun!

Great people!

"Fast, ring the league clock!"

In the eyes of the East, there is excitement in the eyes. The so-called tribute clock is the sound of Zhong Ding when the lord returns.

"Yes!"

"Yes! I will help too!"

The rest of the old allies, one by one, are also very excited, and did not care about the re-energizing power in the city, they have retreated.

"Gongsun...you, don't bear Xianmeng!"

Dongfang Qing tightly grasped the wooden railings. He knew very well... It was Gongsun’s message that he spread the news, but he never thought that Qin Feng... would appear!

Although Qin Feng left the Yunshui world twenty years ago, he is convinced that one day... Qin Feng will come back!

I have never thought that it will come back so fast!

Hey~!

咚~咚~!

Hey~!

The melodious sound of Zhong Ding, the more and more rushed, the high, the sound of a majestic grand song, the monk in the whole fairy city, when I heard the sound of this bell, they all looked awkward...

Then... they all reacted.

This is... the league clock!

And the allied bells ring, it is the representative... their lord, return!

The vast majority of these monks have experienced the battle of twenty years ago, and that war will never be forgotten!

In their hearts... Qin Feng, the lord of the lord, is already a godly existence!

The monks who had been hiding in the various pavilions at the moment heard the sounds of the Allied clocks, and they all rushed out, one after another, looking up at the direction of Tuen Mun and looking at the figure in the sky.

In a pavilion...

A young monk is hiding in the foot of the wall, holding a little girl in his arms and using his own body to withstand the refining power of this little girl.

At this time, the voice of Zhong Ding came from the ear. The young monk raised his head fiercely, and there was a color of surprise in his eyes. Without any hesitation, he took the little girl up and walked outside the pavilion. It is rushing.

At this moment...

The eight doors and eight roads within the fairy city are already full of people.

The sound of Zhong Ding is endless, everyone is looking at the direction of the door, in the eyes... has a color of reverence.

"Congratulations to the return of the lord!"

"Congratulations to the return of the lord!"

"Welcome to the lord...!"

"Welcome...!"

"...!"

Everyone is slamming and screaming, and the sounds gather like Hong Lei, rolling over and going straight up the sky.

"Humph!"

In the land above the center, Zhang Xing’s ears listened to the sound, and when he saw this scene, his eyes were awkward and a cold voice, and the refining power of the refining and refining network began to increase suddenly!

"What a **** lord is nothing but a small, unknown monk."

Zhang Xing slightly squinted at the direction of the door, his flame incarnation, also with disdainful eyes, looking at this person in front of him...

Seven feet of male body, long hair with wind.

Qin Feng!

Listening to the voice of 'Welcome' from the fairy city, Qin Feng’s nephew raised his eyes slightly and looked at the flame incarnation of the line in front of him, watching the old face of the invincible.

Qin Feng's expression is still indifferent, the sword in his hand... slowly lifted up.

The thumb of his dantian, the peach, burst into the air at this moment!

It is also at this moment... the flames of this line, the old wrinkled scorpions fiercely shrink. 2k novel reading network