The Mighty Female Immortal

"Xiaobai, Ziyan sister will recover, she is a great completion of the Holy Class, you should not go on like this, otherwise waiting for the purple smoke sister to recover, seeing you like this will be unhappy."

Xiao Bai’s figure was a meal, but in a flash he made another sigh, and rushed toward the chaotic beasts and the extraterrestrial demons.

In the northern sky, a figure came to a young girl and said with anxiety:

"Xiaofan, the suffocation on your body has begun to become rich, you should not kill again!"

"Hey!" Sha Xiaofan shook his lips and looked at Sha Qianli. "If you don't kill, I will be killed."

"but……"

"Master has not yet awakened, hey, I can't stop, only stop killing, can vent my emotions, otherwise I will be crazy."

"boom……"

A sword smashed the sky, countless chaotic beasts flew away, and took a look at Sha Qianli and Sha Xiaofan's father and daughter, and sighed softly, whispering:

"No old friend, have you seen it? I am revenge for you!"

In the middle of the sky.

The Terran patriarch sacrificed a big hand to pinch a chaotic beast, then turned his head to sing the Yang Hui around him:

"Yangmeng master, Xu Ziyan did not move for ten years."

"What do you mean?" Yang Hui showed a trace of gloom in his eyes.

"If Xu Ziyan is dead, this is our chance for the Baizu." The Terran patriarch whispered.

Yang Hui slightly frowned and whispered: "Take your care, whether we can survive in the catastrophe is a problem!"

"Yangmeng Lord, there is no problem in living!"

Yang Hui looked at the Dazu people in a strange way: "I know that Xu Ziyan has killed many of the great monks of your land, including your patriarch, but now is the moment of life and death of the whole fairyland. You must not think so."

"Yang patriarch, you listen to me!" The Terran patriarchs continued unsatisfactorily: "As long as they can take the tyrannical tyrants and have too many imaginary squads, we are not at all dangerous. As for these chaotic beasts and extraterrestrials. Heavenly Devil, we can slowly find a way."

"Capture too imaginary?" Yang Hui's face changed slightly: "Do you think that our strength is stronger than that of the Upper Continent? Now we have a limited number of monks and monks than the upper monks of the Upper Continent. That is too imaginary, and you have also seen the fairy tales of the Taixu sect. You think that there is a great sect of the Yanshan spirit, and he has control over the entire sect of the tyrannical sect. We have a chance to win the tyrants?"

"We don't come hard! We can find a chance to kill the soul of Yanshan. Without the spirit of Yanshan, there is no more purple smoke. We can take advantage of it, and we will take it too much."

"Nonsense!" The giant clan screamed: "Now we both fight for the tyranny. What are the consequences? I am afraid we will have no spare capacity to deal with the catastrophe, waiting for our results to be only degenerate."

"I think this is an opportunity for us!" The patriarch of the Yu family whispered: "When the catastrophe ends, they can occupy the entire Yuan dynasty. The hunts can reproduce the glorious era."

“Glorious Age?” The Qiangpa people said: “There are no more than 5 billion monks in the entire fairyland. When the end of the catastrophe, there will be fewer people. These monks are scattered in the Upper Yuan, the mainland of the stars, the continent, and the mainland. And more than a hundred broken continents, and there are millions of monks on each continent. Resources are inexhaustible for hundreds of millions of years. What is the difference between occupying the mainland and returning to their broken continents? To our broken continent. Can we not restore the glorious era of the Baizu?"

"Innumerable billions of years of resources will not be lacking, but after hundreds of millions of years?" The rainy clan chief condensed: "Do you think that Xu Ziyan they have no selfishness? If they have no selfishness, they were in the 90,000-year-old array. Why are most of their vocal skills helping the monks on the Yuan dynasty, rather than helping our Bachelor monks? Otherwise, we will have so many monks and monks who will fall down so much, and now they will be with their holy masters. Similar? They are killing people by knife."

The surrounding Baizu holy monk was silent, and Yang Hui suddenly whispered: "First kill these chaotic beasts and the extraterrestrial demons, and then we are deliberating."

Too imaginary.

Yao Wangfeng.

Yao Wang also fed a repairing Yuanshen's Tongtianjing Xiandan into the mouth of Xu Ziyan. At this time, in the sea of ​​Xu Ziyan's knowledge, the **** of Xu Ziyan has completely recovered, and there is no trace of cracks above the Yuanshen. The glory of the treasures, the scattered stars began to gradually return to their own track, slowly rotating around the huge god. Knowing the rich and pure power of the gods in the sea began to gather toward the left hand of the god, and rotated in the body of the god. Then condense a star from the right hand...

Another three years.

Too imaginary inside Yang Hui's Dongfu. Dozens of Hundreds of Hundreds of Holy Masters gathered here and whispered something. Later, Yang Hui stood up and looked serious. The other monks also looked dignified and their eyes gathered on Yang Hui.

"go!"

Yang Hui gave a low drink. Take the lead out of Dongfu, then take a step in the sky...

Yao Wangfeng.

Above the dark brown rock, Xu Ziyan lay quietly lying there, sitting on the left side of her knees and sitting on the Yanshan soul, sitting on the right side of the knee and taking medicine Wang Sun Qingmu.

The space above the peaks suddenly swayed, and dozens of monks fell from the sky, each with a strong sacred atmosphere.

Yao Wang opened his eyes and showed a hint of vigilance in his eyes. As a monk of the late nine-tiered peak, it is easy to feel the goodwill and malice of the other person's body. In his feelings at this time, he can clearly feel the looming sin of the other hundred sects. I believe that although they tried to hide, they still couldn’t hide the perception of Yaowang. He couldn’t help but look at Yanshan’s soul with some concern.

Yanshan soul also opened his eyes at this time, but his eyes were indifferent, and even revealed a trace of sarcasm, faintly swept over the Baizu holy monk, and finally fell on Yang Hui's body, his eyes became Cold.

Yang Hui’s gaze is a condensate, seeing the calm Yanshan soul, and then seeing the coldness in Yanshan’s soul, his heart suddenly rises a little uneasy. Then he had pressed the slightest uneasiness in his heart, and thought that he had more than a dozen sacred nine-level late peak monks, and he settled a lot in his heart.

The air suddenly became nervous, because the Yanshan soul suddenly stood up, but the Yanshan soul did not go to see the Baizu holy masters, but fell on the eyes of Xu Ziyan, said softly and softly:

"Ziyan, your peace of mind healing, I will not let anyone disturb you. These shards dare to bother you at this time, I will let them die."

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