Chapter 861: 【无极境】1

Taking advantage of the reaction of these tree demon, the emperor's thin lips lightly swayed.
His sly eyes swept around and finally opened his mouth. "Let's go."
What the Emperor did not know is that, just as the imposing manner of the singularity penetrated the suffocating layer into the air, all the evangelistic sects had changed a little.
In the burning sky gate, Xuanyuan war is retreating and wants to break through the fairyland, but it may be aware of the strange momentum in the suburbs of Beijing, and suddenly opened his eyes.
Not only that, but in the other sects, all those who perceive this momentum are all shocked!
The eighth level of the gods!
In the Promise, there is such a master!
......
With the imperial dust and other people passing by, those tree demons, if they encounter any poisons, can't avoid it, lest they will be killed by the emperor as if they were the only ones.
Going forward, the giant eagle can't stop muttering. "How do those tree demons only know that they are infringing Laozi and not invading you? It is too unfair to be unfair!"
As I said, it hurts and grins.
Only then was the branch of a tree demon drawn, and the face of the giant eagle was red and purple.
To be walked to a small lake, the giant eagle beasted his face and immediately fried
"Oh, oh, why is this happening? My face, my handsome and handsome face!!"
The giant eagle jumped on one side and the whole person was crying.
Feng Chuge’s line of sight was swept from the giant eagle, and the brow was picked. "Now, I know, what is called being ugly by myself..."
On the side, the emperor screamed and the lips twitched.
Because of the prestige of the imperial concubine, coupled with his very powerful momentum, the tree demon no longer dared to come to provocation, this way, it is unimpeded.
After a short time, several people completely walked out of the forest.
When I left the forest, it was already in the evening.
Outside the forest, it happens to be a border town.
The town is not big, but everything is complete.
Looking at a small inn not far away, Feng Chu sings. "Let's settle here first."
"Yes." The emperor screamed and nodded.
This is a small inn.
Just entering, a small two came up and asked very eagerly. "Several people, do you want to hit the tip or stay in the store?"
"Give two of the best rooms." The dust of the emperor was very cold.
The second child heard the sound, and the next one was horrified and shuddered. "Good, good. A few come with me."
After bringing the imperial dust and Feng Chuge to a room, "This is our best room. Yes, a few, which martial art are you? Are you a fan of this door, or a floating gate?"

When asked this, Xiao Er was full of diligence.
"Chunting the door? Floating door?" Feng Chuge's eyelids pick a little.
She knows these two sects.
Xuanyuan Yu Che is the burning gate, as for the floating gate, if it is good, fear is the death of Tianmen.
"What's wrong?" Hearing the question of Feng Chuge, Xiao Er looked at her doubtfully.
"No, we are not a martial art." Feng Chu song faintly squinted.
The little Eryi listened to this, and the look changed now. "Go and go, which martial art is not, what kind of person will you lie to?"
Only this moment of hard work, only to be extremely eager to become a second child, suddenly became cold-spoken and looked at them with contempt.