The Mighty Female Immortal

At the same time, Langyue also refused to fight with the destiny, and turned his head and looked at Xu Ziyan. He knew this little sister of his own, and at the beginning of the peak of the immortal king, he swept the celestial kings. Yu Feng, now she is already in the middle of the Emperor, I am afraid that his three sisters are not the opponents of the younger sisters, let alone Song Wanzhong, a thousand cups drunk and Zhang Wujie. Therefore, he directly said to Xu Ziyan:

"Little sister, have you encountered a powerful fairy on the road?"

Zhang Wujie swallowed a swallow in the side, and said in his heart: "I don't know if the 9th-level Thunder will be considered a powerful fairy?"

"But I met a nine-level Thunder fairy!" Xu Ziyan said with a smile: "But he didn't find us at first. When he found us, there were a lot of tribal monks around, and we were far away from him, so We just ran."

"Nine levels..."

Langyue was shocked, and it was also a shock to the destiny of luck toward Langyue. Several people's eyes could not help but look at Xu Ziyan. Lang Yue asked in a hurry:

"Little sister, hurry up and talk about the loss of our Cangzong Zong?"

"There is nothing to say!" Xu Ziyan said humblely.

Lang Yue’s gaze immediately fell on Zhang Wujie’s face: “Six sisters, you, your eloquence is the best.”

The unbounded face has long been eager to try. At this time, listening to Langyue let her say that she immediately danced:

"Master, I told you that this road is so wonderful..."

Xu Ziyan stood by and looked at Zhang Wujie where he spit and flew, and he couldn’t help but be speechless. No wonder when I first arrived at a Jianfeng. Other brothers and sisters are retreat, and only six sisters preside over a Jianfeng matter. This is the most suitable candidate for this mouth.

Zhang Wujie began to talk about Xu Ziyan’s punching in the Thunder City. Although she didn't see it, she could imagine that they always said that they arrived here, and everything was done. Everything that happened on this road in the mouth of Zhang Wujie is like the collapse of the ancient fairyland, and Xu Ziyan is the savior who saved the fairyland. Lang Yue and several others were stunned...

"Are you sure you are not acting?"

Silence for a while, and snarled.

"Interpreting you..." Zhang Wujie looked at the black face of the destiny, and finally resisted the swearing mouth, and said with a sigh of sleeves:

"Do not believe, you ask them!"

At this time, a lot of monks have been surrounded, and the words are all looking at Lin Tingtao. After all, his cultivation is the highest here. And it is not a disciple of Jianfeng.

Lin Tingtao nodded helplessly. Although Zhang Wujie said it was exaggerated, the most basic thing is the fact.

"You haven't been found by the 9th-level Thunder Fairy. It's good luck... and you can kill two eight-level Thunder Fairies..."

Cang looked at Xu Ziyan's eyes full of curiosity: "Do you know where it is here? Why are there so many Thunder Fairies?"

Xu Ziyan’s heart is moving. It seems that everyone knows that this is the Thunder Xianfu. It should be the six ancient Tianzun. At this time, Ma Jingying, who is a big nerve, is a bright eye:

"Is this the place where the robbery occurred when we were robbed? Is it because we have collapsed this place? We will not have to rob it in the future?"

"........."

The disciples of the Nine Zongmen are all silent, but those small Zongmen and the former Yuanmeng monks who were originally the side doors are as bright as Ma Jingying.

The disciples who are born low are afraid of the robbery. They are not as good as the nine sects, and often the disciples of the robbers die.

Lang Yue stunned Ma Jingying, if he was a disciple of Jianfeng, he would slap on her head and beat her nervously.

"This is the fairy **** of the ancient Thunder Tianzun!"

Xu Ziyan naturally knows the situation here, but other people don't know, they listen carefully to the clear explanation.

"Let's go, now we are all stuck here!" Finally. Cang said helplessly.

"Is it blocked?"

Xu Ziyan looks a glimpse. As Lang Yue and others walked toward the front. There are thousands of monks here, and the three tribes have them. Each look exudes a strong breath. Xu Ziyan, more than a hundred people, have been cautious at this time. After all, there are thousands of immortals standing around. This pressure is not generally large. It’s like more than a hundred ants smash into the world of elephants.

Passed through the crowd. There is a purple river in front of Xu Ziyan and others, don't ask. The purple river is liquefied by the purple scorpion. This river is not wide, it is about 50 meters, if it is normal, let alone these fairy statues, that is, Ma Jingying will fly over the sleeves.

But no one dares to fly here. There is a bridge on this river, but it is a broken bridge...

The middle of the bridge was broken about five meters. The five-meter break was a fountain. It was a fountain ejected from the purple river. It was a rich purple scorpion.

At this time, Xu Ziyan understood why these people were blocked here. Who has this fountain?

Xu Ziyan looked around, but did not see the sovereign, not to mention the sovereign, all the gods did not see. Not strangely asked:

"Master, Master and Sovereign them?"

"They are gone!"

“Is it past?” Xu Ziyan looked shocked and his face was admired. “It’s not a monk in the Tianzun period. Even such a strong purple scorpion can’t stop them!”

Langyue looked at Xu Ziyan strangely: "Little sister, don't you think that the lords passed through the fountain like this?"

"Isn't that the case?" Xu Ziyan looked at him.

Lang Yue glanced at Ma Jingying next to Xu Ziyan: "Little sister, have you been infected by that girl?"

Ma Jingying glanced at Langyue. If it wasn't for Langyue, she was a brother of Xu Ziyan. She might have a few words toward Langyue.

"The sect of the sect refines a bridge and put it there, blocking the fountain, and then the monks here pass quickly, but only after the monk and the part of the monk, the bridge was The fountain is gone!"

Xu Ziyan listened and looked at the broken bridge. The heart was a shock. In a broken bridge, it was a top-grade fairy treasure. The genius of the patriarchal ancestors is a product of the inferior celestial treasure, so that the bridge plate he refines is the inferior celestial treasure, and it is very good to be able to persist for a while before being melted by the rich purple scorpion.

Ma Jingying, aside, said with some confusion: "Since the original bridge was refining, why not put other monks into a space fairy to bring it in the past..."

If the words have not been finished, I will give myself a slap in the face.

Space fairy?

Everything is closed here, how to install it?

After the fan slaps his face, Ma Jingying frowned slightly and became whispered: "The space fairy can't be used, you can use the world, use the world to put the monk into the past..."

"Idiot!" Lan Bailing really couldn't help Ma Jingying's idiot, and screamed.

"Oh..." This time, Ma Jingying did not return, but she also understood that the world is the most important secret of a monk. How can he casually enter? Besides, a monk is the master of his realm. In his world, his power will be improved by dozens of times. Even if the monk does not mind putting other monks into his world, who dares to go in? ?

"The gold lord will refine several bridges!" Ma Jingying muttered weakly.

"Idiot!" Lan Bailing moved a few steps to the side and made a look that I didn't know her.

Xu Ziyan shook his head silently and looked around. He found that thousands of monks had become circles in several circles. He heard the sound of the refiner from several circles, and there was also a circle on the side of Cangwuzong. Come out of the sound of the refiner.

Xu Ziyan walked toward the circle, tilted his toes and looked inside. He saw the peak of the Wanbaofeng linker where the refiner was being built and refining a bridge. Xu Ziyan only saw in an instant that he was refining the fairy of the late nine products. Some suspicions in my heart, is it true that the fairy of the late nine products can also resist the fountain of the purple god?

Xu Ziyan also wanted to see the results, and stood there waiting. The side of the moon whispered:

"Several of the sects of the nine sects of the late nine princes have already refining a bridge, but they have all been melted in an instant. This time they want to refine one of the bridges and then add them to a test. test!"

"This is also OK?" Xu Ziyan suddenly!

At this time, a few fairy sects had reached the end of the stage, and after less than two quarters of time, the five sorcerers each came together with a bridge of the late peaks of nine products, and then five bridges. The board smashed up and came to the front of the broken bridge by a fairy sergeant.

All the monks on the shore fell on his face, his face full of expectations. Xu Ziyan is very unsightly. This is like using paper on the crater to block it. A piece of paper is instantly burned to ash by the volcano. Is it possible to have five sheets of paper?

Maybe five thousand sheets of paper can! But when the five sorcerers refined the five thousand nine-character martial arts peaks, the gods and the land esteems inside would have long since they had finished collecting the treasures.

Sure enough, the five bridges that have been together have not melted until they are completely placed on the gap...

"Right, little sister!" Lang Yue suddenly said to Xu Ziyan in a low voice.

"What, Master?"

"I remember that you were already a half-step sage master?"

"Do you want me to refine a bridge?" Xu Ziyan immediately understood the mind of Langyue.

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*(To be continued~^~)