Chapter 2096: crisis

"Protect the Sovereign!"
Han Jianqiu drunk.
The four masters and the tens of thousands of sages in the ocean have also flew up at the same time, blocking in front of Zhang Su, like a city wall.
"Cottage dog!"
The hole teacher was cold and the palm of his hand was behind him.
Oh!
In the torn space, immediately out of the innumerable strong, the Xuan Mirror Master Bai Xuansheng, the Emperor Xianzong Zongzhuo Valley, and the two masters of the masters, are listed.
Among them, there are hundreds of strong monarchs, and there are only a lot more than the four major sects and the oceans.
"It is the sacred king of the temple and the other two main gates..."
Everyone has a tight heart.
The temple has been in operation for thousands of years, and there are more than 20 pseudo-gods, not to mention Xianjun. The number has exceeded 500.
Coupled with the remaining two sects, the number is huge and shocking.
Ignore the cold sword autumn, and the layout of everyone behind me. Looking at Zhang Hang, Kong teacher smiled slightly: "Why, are you ready for the altar, waiting for me?"
Breaking through the realm of the gods, what he has to do is to extract the Tiandao Library in front of this hanging.
Originally, it can be done by other methods. It is only a great loss, and there is an altar. It is even easier.
"Han Jianqiu, lead the strong people above Xianjun to resist! Others, continue..."
Knowing that the other party once shot, it is difficult to compete, Zhang Suhang a big drink, turned to look at the 100,000 real immortals below, continue to teach: "The way of martial arts ..."
The voice is not in a hurry, not only does not panic, but with a calm, let people listen to, after the mood, calm down.
"act recklessly!"
Seeing this, I even ignored myself and was still giving lectures. Confucius’s face was gloomy and he ordered.
Bang!
Bai Xuansheng, Gu Chayun and others, with a few false gods in the temple, rushed over, many Xianjun, also brushed out.
"Protect the Sovereign!"
A big drink, Han Jianqiu ushered in the past.
The sword of God spreads, and the sword in the sky is vertical and horizontal.
The confrontation between the false and the false god, the battle between Xianjun and Xianjun, the beginning of the two sides is not endless.
In just a few breaths, there is a fairy falling from the sky, a corpse followed by a corpse, it is raining.
In the past, the mysterious and immortal Xianjun, at this time, like ordinary life, experienced life and death.
Although the four major sects and the ocean are not as good as the temples of the Tongshen, Xuanjingmen, and Xianzong, the number of the three major sects, but the combat power is extremely strong. The two sides are deadlocked for a time, and no one can win in a short time.
"For the Sovereign, for the mainland!"
The first person of Lingyun Jiange’s core disciple, He Jingxuan, flew up.
Since Bai Yuqing worshipped the lord, after he surpassed him, he worked hard to cultivate. Now, although it is still the peak of true fairy, it is only weaker than the average Xianjun.
"Kill one without paying, kill two and earn!"
Another core disciple, Liu Yulian, flew out, laughing and laughing.
"For the master of the king!"
Crabs, lobsters and the like in the ocean also rushed up.
Although the combat effectiveness of leaving the ocean is greatly impaired, it can not hold a large number, the shell is hard, and the defense is invincible.
The battle between the two sides began as a burning forest, and it was difficult to contain it.
"It's us..."
Without paying attention to the fighting and killing of the two sides, Confucius took a step forward and crossed the distance of tens of kilometers to come over Zhang Suhang.
Not so far, the large array of 100,000 flag sets, a whisper, in the 100,000 real fairy, and Zhang hanging outside, formed a huge mask.
This array of methods, when arranged, can not only protect the aura from leaking, but also have a defensive effect. Even if the false is strong, it is not so easy to break open.
call!
The hole teacher asked for a light stroke. A huge crack appeared in front of him and gently walked over.
It seems that this big battle no longer exists and has no effect.
Entering the formation, turning around and looking at the altar not far away, I did not see any action. The courtier immediately felt that the altar could no longer control, and kept beating, and seemed to fly to the other side at any time.
Biting his fingers, blood spewed out and landed on the altar.
Nourish your life!
The altar that had been swaying was immediately suppressed, and although it was still shaking, it was not as dramatic as it was.
"Du Gongzhu, come over and help!"
His face turned white, and the prince hurriedly greeted him.
Du Qingqi came to the front and instilled strength.
The altar stopped shaking and was quietly suspended in the air.
Without the next move, the Confucius once again looked at Zhang Sushang: "Is it your own, or let me do it. If I do it, it will not be that simple..."
Hula!
There was no movement, and the space around it was like a barrier. The imprisoned people could not escape, and there was no way to break open.
Zhang Hang does not answer, but continues to teach.
Entering from here, intending to take the altar, and then to him, the sound has not stopped.
The 100,000 true immortals below are still addicted to it, unable to extricate themselves, as if they did not realize that danger is coming.
"Teacher's words are taught, and the words are really righteous... It really can confuse people and make people live. This is the way he is best at using it. You are not weak! Unfortunately, it is used now, it is already late..."
A faint smile, Confucius raised his hand and patted Zhang.
"Protect the Sovereign..."
Yichen and Du Qingyi just wanted to rush to protect, and saw the light from the ten rays below, and they stopped in the front.
"If you want to hurt our teacher, then cross over our bodies!"
More than a dozen boys and girls, while making moves, the world is like a crack in the gap.
It is Zhao Ya, Zheng Yang and others!
Zhang’s eleven pro-passes, at this time all reached the pseudo-deity, but also refining the pseudo-deity weapon given by the teacher. One by one, the eleven were united, and the hand of the Confucius’s hand was It is also impossible to move forward.
"Yu Chen, the sacrifice begins!"
Zhang sighed and slammed, and the gas he got from the Nether City fell straight above the altar.
"The great god, my servant, sacrifices here, and is willing to exchange 100,000 true loyalty and trust for the purity of the spirit of God..."
Two humming sounds at the same time, Du Qingying and Yichen, one left and one right, standing on both sides of the altar, each pointing to the heavens, blood falling on the altar, a shining light, a strong aura, instantly shrouded 100,000 true fairy Inside.
raging!
A group of pale yellow flames violently burned above the altar, black gas, hovering among them, without any change.
"100,000 true immortals have not been completely open to heart..."
Du Qingying’s face sank:
The flame must be turned golden, in order to completely burn the decay of this breath!

Accepting the method of sacrifice, naturally knows the conditions of success.
Only 100,000 true immortals, all in one heart, a golden flame can appear on the altar, light yellow... faithful and consistent, but about half!
"It’s still too short to teach..."
Zhang hangs his head.
There are only 50,000 loyalty, and 40,000 of them are promoted before...not that he is not correct in class, but that time is too hasty.
No matter what kind of trust, it is time to cultivate.
Even parents and children, without a lot of time to accompany, even if the blood is connected, the feelings will not be too deep.
The same is true of teachers and students.
The teacher teaches the class, the student learns, the teacher speaks the heavenly advice, the micro-sense is righteous, although the time can be shortened, it can be shortened, it still takes time, and it is impossible to do it overnight!
Now Zhang Suhang... The most missing is this.
Even if I give half an hour, it will not be so passive.
"This is... the spirit of the trapped city, can you get it? The one is actually given to you? Why? Why!"
The Confucius who was fighting against Zhao Ya and others finally understood their purpose and their eyes became red.
The mystery of the city of trapping, Du Qingyu knows that he has lived for thousands of years and is very clear.
Even entered it, got a plant, and something happened.
I have been there twice before and after, and I have met the cockroach. Unfortunately, this guy is very hot. If you don’t speak, you can do it directly. Don’t say anything, you have suffered a slight injury and almost died.
Going by yourself, I have no income, I have to design this one, and I want to find a way to get the spirit of the gods... But the other party, why can I get it?
unfair!
In the roar, the palm of his hand fell again.
This time, the power is more than doubled, and the whole array is shaken. The space seems to be crushed and will be broken at any time.
"Block!"
Zhao Ya shouted loudly, and his long sword fluttered in the air, and they gathered together, like a pillar supporting the heavens and the earth.
Zheng Yang also moved forward, and the long guns flew, and the space that would be crushed at any time was kept under the lance.
Wei Ruyan, Kong Shiyao, Liu Yang, Wang Ying, Shan Xiaotian, Lu Chong, Bai Yuqing, Zhang Jiuyi, Yuan Tao...
Eleven pro-passes, not afraid of danger, while running the power to the extreme, the space will collapse at any time, but under the support of these people's strength, hard and strong.
"They won't last long, continue..."
Seeing that Chen Chen and others were surprised to stop, Zhang Xuan told a sentence, knowing what is most important at this time, and continuing to lecture.
The more content accompanying the teacher's words, the lighter the flame on the altar is getting heavier and heavier, and gradually shifts to golden yellow.
"The Sovereign, let 100,000 immortals be completely united, at least a quarter of an hour, I am afraid... they can't hold on!"
Looking at the speed of the change of the color of the flame, although it is very fast, it still needs time to accumulate, and the minister can't help it.
Zhao Ya and others, despite their strong strength, are not afraid of death, and the opposite Confucius who reaches the realm of the gods, blocking a few breaths, dozens of breaths, maybe can do it, a quarter of an hour...
too difficult!
It is absolutely impossible to complete!
"I know...but how long it will last for a long time..."
Zhang candid.
The voice of the lecture still did not stop, and continued to sound, and everyone under the lecture was as if they did not know what happened above, and they still indulged in it. Xianli accompanied the words and kept running.