The Human Emperor

Chapter 1, 342

"This bone-blower, we have no friendship with him. He suddenly sent us a treasure map, what does it mean?"

Xuan Yin ancestors and others looked at the back of the Turkic messenger, and he was suspicious.

There is nothing wrong with the three treasures, and here are the giants who dominate the sectarian world. To say that this skeletalist has no plans, it is so willing to give a treasure map to them, who does not believe.

Behind him, Wang Chong looked at the back of the messenger, and his eyes were uncertain.

The name of the *厥厥王拔骨师, Wang Chong actually heard the old man said when he entered the northwest, but this prince’s prince, not to mention Wang Chong, even told him the map. The old man has never seen it, just heard it.

Wang Chong did not think that the bone-bone master would take the initiative to hand over the treasure map of Da Luo Xianjun, and also handed it to his hands.

"The court..."

Thinking of what the Turkic messenger said, Wang Chong passed a deep sigh in his eyes. At that moment, his heart flashed a complex look, but he quickly pressed down and said nothing.

"His Highness, this group of Tang people always like us as friends and non-friends, why should you give them such precious treasure maps to them."

At the same time, on the other mountain peak, a master of *厥 also said what he said.

* The Khan and the Tang Dynasty are always in a state of war. Although these sects are not military strategists in the battlefield, they are Tang people. In any case, there is no reason for everyone to hand over the Dalu Xianjun treasure map in their hands.

"Oh, pre-take it, you must give it first. How can we get what we want without opening the treasure?"

The bone-blowers are carrying their hands and standing on the high peaks. A breeze blows through them. The bone-blowers are all hunting robes. They have a strategizing and swaying the taste of Fang.

After catching the oriole, he is the oriole.

Few people know that the world’s first wonders of the legend of the Middle Kingdom are stronger than anyone else.

"...just let me see the big Luo Xianjun in the master's death, what is the mystery in the end!"

The digger's eyes passed over and quickly calmed down.

......

After receiving the treasure map of the bone-blowers, everyone has five treasure maps in their hands. The only one is the distance from the complete Da Luo Xian Gong treasure map.

From the fourth pole Wu Jun handed over the first treasure map to the present, including Wang Chong, everyone did not think that distance will be so close.

"Only the last treasure map, I really can't think of it, we are really going to succeed!"

Looking at the ground, five treasure maps shimmering under the illuminating beads, the old man muttered to himself.

For thousands of years, I don’t know how many people tried to open the treasure of Da Luo Xianjun, but no one succeeded. Even many people rushed to fight, but in the end they found out that it was a fake treasure map, and lost their lives.

And now, all of this is destined to end.

"However, although there are five treasure maps, it is still useless. Without the last one, everything is doomed to be in vain!"

At this moment, the lonely ancestors suddenly could not help but open the way.

The sound just fell, and the four surrounding parts suddenly died, and even Wang Chong was silent.

Although there are five treasure maps, everyone does not know about the whereabouts of the last one. Can't make a complete treasure map, and finally only have a happy time.

"Oh, actually, the last treasure map, many of you know its whereabouts, just don't want to say it. If so, I will tell you!"

Suddenly, a haze sounded, and Xuanyin’s ancestors turned their heads away from the ancestors and suddenly laughed.

"All of us have sectarian giants in the northwest. Almost everyone has a treasure map in their hands. The so-called no-failed Sanbao Temple, this area is the treasure of Da Luo Xianjun, and now, all of us have treasure maps. Handed it over, you can see again, there is still no force here, and the last treasure map is there."

Zhengqi League, Song Yuanyi!

When he heard the words of Xuan Yin's ancestors, Wang Chong looked at his brow and immediately understood what he meant.

Now the entire northwest, the forces are huge, and at the same time, they have not joined forces with the people. Only the last force is left.

Around the four, the lonely ancestors and the four-pole Wu Jun heard these words, but the look was heavy, it seems that I would have expected what the Xuan Yin ancestors would say.

"Ha ha ha, Wang Gongzi really smart, Zhengqi is the first force in the martial arts, this time they are thousands of miles, come to the northwest, you will not think that only chasing the evil emperor mentor?"

Xuan Yin ancestors. In the battle with Wang Chong, the name of Wang Chong, the evil tycoon, was significantly more polite than before.

"Zhengqi League is just our guess, and... the Song League owners may not be so good."

The lonely ancestors are somewhat hesitant.

Song Yuanyi's Changchun decision, the world is famous, even if the lonely ancestors are not sure can deal with Song Yuanyi.

What's more, Zhengqi League is known as the world's largest alliance, and its power is very large. Song Yuanyi, Xie Guangting, and several other deputy ally, each of them is not a good person.

If not necessary, the lonely ancestors are not willing to provoke them.

"The key point is that it seems that the Song League masters are not very interested in the Da Luo Bao Zang. If he is not willing to hand it over, I am afraid we are not too good!"

Siji Wujun frowned and opened his mouth.

If one-on-one, even if he meets Song Yuanyi, he is not afraid. But the face is not only the righteous ally, it is another matter.

"Ha ha ha, rest assured, the Song and Yuan will hand over."

Xuan Yin ancestors suddenly smiled secretly.

......

"Allies, they have gathered five treasure maps!"

At this moment, at the temporary position of the Zhengqi League, all the masters of the Zhengmeng League and the masters are all gathered together.

Wang Chong and others will find five treasure maps so quickly, which is what everyone has not thought of. If the treasure map falls on the hands of other Central Plains people, it is still the mysterious 厥 厥 拔 拔 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都 都

"Oh, this is what the bone-blowers are doing! This time, the evil emperor is only the last treasure map."

Si Kong Yuan A must be issued, and his anger is unstoppable.

"Hey, it doesn't matter how many pieces are gathered. Yuan Jia, pass on orders, ready to leave."

Song Yuanyi’s sleeves slammed and suddenly opened his mouth.

"Report!"

When I was talking, suddenly a scream came. Only a moment in time, a Zhengwei alleyer was in a hurry and hurried to the position of everyone.

"The lord, the people of the five ancestors outside want to see!"

"what!"

When I heard the spy, all around me, everyone looked at each other and looked awkward. Sikong Yuanjia and Ouyang Changheng and others have frowned.

The Wuzu League and the Zhengqi League have been incompatible with each other. The people of the Five ancestors are seeking to see at this time. I am afraid that it is not a good thing.

For a moment, everyone looked at Song Yuanyi.

"not see!"

Song Yuanyi looked cold and cold, as always, people still can't see the thoughts in their hearts.

"Ha ha ha!"

However, the sound of Song Yuanyi just fell, and in a flash, a big laugh came:

"The Song League master, the line is in a hurry, even friends are not seen, this is anxious to go where?"

The sound seemed to be thousands of miles away at the beginning, but the next moment, I saw a breath like a storm, dragging long waves, rushing, coming from afar.

One, two, three... But in a short period of time, a full five or six shares are no less than the breath of Xuan Yin's ancestors, and they are coming quickly.

Behind them, there are an astonishing number of Wuzumeng disciples and idle martial artists. From afar, the black is crushed, and there are five or six thousand people.

Seeing this scene, Song Yuanyi and Xie Guangting on the top of the mountain instantly changed their faces.

The people in the distance are getting closer and closer, but for a moment, these people have arrived at the foot of the mountain.

"There are not good people, good people don't come, let's go and see!"

Xie Guangting, who had never said anything, suddenly stared at the foot of the mountain and opened his mouth.

Song Yuanyi did not speak, but nodded slightly, then went side by side with Xie Guangting.

The two people are getting closer and closer, and they are at a distance of more than 20 feet.

On the side of Zhengqi League, headed by Song Yuanyi and Xie Guangting, Sikong Yuanjia, Ouyang Changheng and other elders followed closely.

On the other side, headed by Xuan Yin's ancestors, Wan Gui's ancestors and the bones of the ancestors, one left and one right, accompanied closely. Later, it is the four-pole Wu Jun and the lonely ancestors.

And Wang Chong and the evil emperor, the Wushou village chief and others stood at the end.

"Xuanyin's ancestors seem to have decided that the last treasure map is on Song Yuanyi."

Wang Chong stood in the last side, looking at the foremost Song Yuanyi and Xuan Yin ancestors, looks like a smile.

Imagine that not long ago, Song Yuanyi and Xuan Yin's ancestors joined forces to deal with themselves, but immediately, the two men were confronted and confronted. The momentum of the enemy and me, the change is fast, is not thought of by everyone.

"Chong Er, this thing can't be careless. In the sectarian world, it is the most common thing. They can join us to deal with Song Yuanyi. They can also deal with us in the Song and Yuan Dynasties. They can't be taken lightly at any time."

The old Emperor of the evil spirits carried his hands and faintly said.

"The disciples understand. But they have been chasing them for a long time. They can use Da Luo Xiangong to make them look backwards. Why not?"

Wang Chong smiled lightly.

Of course, he would not believe in Xuan Yin's ancestors and the Five ancestors, but they used each other. But seeing the opposite face of Song Yuanyi and Xie Guangting's face, the ugly look of Wang Chong also felt a bit of fun.

The old emperor did not open his mouth, but looked up at the front. There, a disciple of the Zhengzheng League pulled out the sword and looked around. Every one of them was filled with indignation.

"Xuanyin ancestors, what do you want to do!"

Song Yuanyi had not spoken yet. On the side, Sikong Yuanjia could not help but anger.

"Where did you come to the nameless pawn? Your ally has not spoken yet, where is the wheel that gets you a slave to interject!"

Xuan Yin's ancestors smiled coldly and looked at the Sikong Yuanjia on the side, without concealing the threat in his eyes.