Chapter 1118: The event will open

Ye Zhong and others are heavy in their hearts. Although the cult of the cult of the celestial sacred ancestors came, it was a sigh of relief for the Terran, and even the cards of the emperor’s incarnation were sacrificed. But in general, the situation of the Terran is still not good. Because the roots of the human race in this world are really too little, it can be said that it is very weak.
At this point, the Terran still only appears to be a saint who is a sage. At this moment, the saints of the Mozu Wanmai have not yet come. In these cases, it may be possible to suppress it. But once the saints of the demon family have come down, I am afraid that a saint who supplements the heavens can't do anything.
It can be said that the time of the Terran is really not enough. There is only one saint who has just been promoted. If you want to keep the Mozu, you think it is a bit too much. &nb novels sp; "Is there any other semi-pre-presidents from San?" Ye Zhong and others are very worried and raise this question.
However, Zi Yan could not answer. She was able to rush to the luck of the already ethnic group. If she did not have her, I am afraid that the tri-million-dollar event would not be opened, and the Terran would be directly suppressed.
However, the advent of the purple cic is not entirely a good thing for the Terran. Because whether it is Ye Zhong or Zi Yan, it is from the Emperor's pulse, plus the day before, the emperor's incarnation in the world, the deterrent of the devils, which makes many people believe that the emperor is still alive, there are emperors in The human race has no worries.
They did not know that some saints of the Mozu were sneering, and they agreed that the Emperor had long since disappeared into a mystery. The Terran wants to rise is a joke.
This atmosphere is not only inside and outside the Holy Mountain, but after the arrival of the purple scorpion, this atmosphere has reached its peak.
"Everything may not be a good thing. What can I do?" Zhong Fen frowned. He also knew some secrets in these few days. Many of the leaders of the Terran have been in high spirits, and their faces are full of worries.
"Teacher, I am afraid that you need to retreat first. If the saints of the Mozu are arguing against the saint of the saint, if you want to kill you when you come, this is a great disaster for the Terran!" After thinking about it for a long time, say this sentence, because if the Mozu is really sure, it is too likely to do such a thing.
"If even the saints who supplemented my heavens were killed by the Mozu saints, then for the Terran, it is a great disaster, there is no living path at all!" Wu Houdao was also taking a sigh of relief, whispering Road.
At this moment, Ye Zhong and Ling Yue, Bu Shi Shi, Shi Xiaoxian and others looked at each other and felt a sense of killing. Like the autumn wind sweeping leaves, even this year, Ye Zhonghe and Tian Tian The leader has worked so hard, but the situation of the Terran is still precarious. The saddest thing is that such a thing cannot be said to a group of people, because once the matter is revealed, it will only speed up the speed of the Mozu.
"I can't go." Zi Yan looked dignified. After a moment, she sighed and said, "If things are gone, if I leave, the situation of the Terran will only be more worried. The only way now is to look forward to other ways." Friends can also break through."
Ye Zhong and Ling Yue looked at each other and then advised them to go forward together. If the purple scorpion has always existed, it is a kind of deterrent to the Mozu, so that they can't act too much. However, if one is not good, the sable sect is killed by the Mozu Wanmai, then for the Terran, it is really a disaster.
After persuading for half a day, the Ziyan teacher frowned and agreed to leave, but she did not retreat, but said that she would go to the retreat of the Taoist friends to see if there were any breakthroughs. If they can break through the nature better, if they can't break through, she will definitely want to come back. After all, the Tiantian pulse has been used to suppress the demons. Since the key moment is not, it can't be said.
Finally, Ye Zhong and Ling Yue sent her away, and at the same time, they were ordered to fill the heavens and teach the door, and everything was taken care of.
In the midst of worries, the three days passed quickly and the tri-million-dollar event was officially opened.
"boom"
It’s coming, everything will come! At the moment of the Trinity Wanjiao Festival, the bells of the gods rang all the time, and an overwhelming sage of the saints poured into the holy mountains without any cover.
A demon, a human body, a tiger tail, and a demon sage who lingered around the horror of the gods slowly walked into the holy mountain of the Terran. Wherever he went, all the creatures, no one, no devil, no demon, were directly on the ground. Above, it is not controlled at all.
This is the pressure of the saints, and it is not the kind of existence that has just entered the realm of saints, but the strongman who has entered the realm of saints for many years. His pressure, the general military can not bear. At this moment, he went to the group of the human race, and suddenly he heard an unspeakable "sound" sound constantly sounding. Under his horrible atmosphere, he did not know how many people were crushed on the ground, even I can't move halfway.
This is the pressure of the saints, and they cannot be confronted at all.
And he obviously intends to insult the people. At this moment, he walked slowly and sneered: "I heard that the Terran has a saint, and it is also from the sky, dare to kill my female saint. This is really rare, don't come over soon, let me See if it is worthy of the name!"
His words are thorny, obviously with a slap in the face, he is strong, the first thing to do is to suppress the only saint of the Terran, let the family lose all hope.
The human race in front of him was in front of him, his face was stigmatized, his body was uncontrollable, and he was constantly shaking, as if he was facing a god.
This is the unparalleled pressure of the saints. Although it is not a holy king, it is not comparable to ordinary people.
"Where is the sage of the heavens? Isn't he very strong, killing my female saint? How can I not come over to see me at this moment?" The face of this dragon's demon saint is full of indifference. He carried his hands and stood up in the field, overlooking the entire holy mountain.
In all directions, the ancient wood swayed, the sacred mountain micro-shock, but in all directions, it was very quiet, no one answered. The shameful colors are on the faces of those who are absolutely ruthless. Even if they want to speak, there is no strength to fight a saint.
At this moment, the demon saint of this dragon's first person looks very cold. He scanned everyone in the field and then laughed unscrupulously: "It’s ridiculous to escape. You are like the past, weak and hypocritical, hahaha."
He sneered out loudly and looked down at all the Terran. There was a kind of temperament that I only respected. When I said this sentence, I was shaking in the four wilderness. The entire Terran Holy City can be heard.
This kind of laughter is very harsh, and the face of the strong people on the scene has turned into a liver color, because this is a shame, and it is hard to kill one on the ground.
An arrogant male character is staunch. At this moment, he vomits blood, and it is rare to exude a sigh of breath and forcibly counter the sacred sacredness. "There is nothing but a thing to leave. She can kill you." , you will escape! You don't need to humiliate the people here!"
"Is there something to leave? I think it is a sneak away. As long as she dares to come out, I will be able to shoot her directly. What is a little bit of a pulse, but it is a joke!" The demon saint of the dragon head bears his hands and the gods More glaring.
He laughs unscrupulously, laughs like a knife, and squats on everyone's heart, scorning, one person is unique to all races.
At this time, even the strongest of the Mozu Wanmai was surprised, because the demon saint of the dragon's first person was obviously for the sake of the former female saint. He simply did not sit down and participate in the conference.
Not far away, the devil and the martyr looked at each other and gave each other a cold laugh. And behind them, the two saints are sneer again and again. Obviously, they are very clear that the good play for the Terran has begun to play.
Not only that, they also know that the other saints of the Mozu Wanmai will appear one after another, unless the Terran really has a royal emperor, otherwise, they will not believe that a Tiantian master can still reverse the sky! As long as the annihilation of the sky, the Mozu is invincible.
"It's really disappointing, and the sky is also like other people. It's so good. I never dare to face the real enemy. I can only become a vassal!" The demon saint of this dragon is even more indifferent, without a trace of face. under.
The leaves are heavy in the distance, and they are angry and rushing to the crown. They will almost come out to sacrifice the sea gods. Fortunately, there is still a clear line in his heart. Knowing that if he kills at this moment, he will only become a hostage in the hands of the other party, and it will be used to threaten the sky.
Even Ye Zhongzhong is like this, let alone other people. Everyone knows that the demon saint of the dragon head is obviously coming to humiliate the human race. This kind of strength is to target them.
But at this moment, no one dares to say anything. This is a true saint. If he gives him an excuse, he will not mind to shoot, and with one hand, I am afraid that everyone in the field will be annihilated.
"Uninteresting, boring!" The demon saint of the dragon head shook his head, with sneer and contempt, and he strode forward, incomparably calm and calm.
Around, even the strong people of the Yaozu are now showing the color of worry on their faces. The Mozu are so strong. After the Terran is conquered and suppressed, I am afraid they will talk about their Yaozu. At this moment, all the demon strongmen have a hunch of cold lips.
Before the real road was defeated, the emperor's incarnation was in the world, and the purple scorpion lord suppressed the devil's female saint. After he appeared, it seemed to be diluted. Let the world only leave a strong sense of the Mozu.
As for the Mozu Wanmai, at this moment, they are excited to the extreme and feel what they are.