Chapter 1323: Dasheng can't sit still

The first thousand three hundred and twenty-three chapters of the Great St. can't sit still.
Five years later.
Middle Ages.
"Almost?"
Pure Sun Dasheng suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Xuanzhen Dasheng.
If he does not shoot again, I am afraid that the pure ninth servant will be dug out by Ning Qi, and then killed, this time, the loss of pure Yang wonderland is great!
"Xuanzhen Dasheng, if you don't come out again, can we still have a few people in the Qinglong mainland's legal phase? Even in the early days of the legal phase, the life of the mid-term monks in the legal phase is not worth mentioning, but the legal phase of the Qinglong list is late. How can we keep it? Otherwise, what will we compare with the other three continents in the future?"
The proud dragon is cold.
Xuan Zhen Da Sheng slowly opened his eyes, a faint road: "Where is this son now?"
"It’s in your mysterious wonderland, and you will be sacred."
Qingming Dasheng’s face is ugly, and the sick son is one of his famous Tianjiao in Qingming’s fairyland. He also has a little connection with him. When he was killed by Ningqi, Qingming Dasheng had a glimpse of Ningqi. like.
From the beginning to the end, only the Middle Kingdom Dasheng and the Kunpeng Dasheng are the most calm. In their fairyland, only a few small shrimps and fish died under the Ningqi knife, and even the losses could not be discussed.
Zhong Tu Da Sheng looked like a smile and looked at Xiaopeng Dasheng. He didn’t shoot because he had a very good relationship with Xuanzhen Dasheng. Xuanzhen Dasheng could kill his own great-grandson, but he could not If you shoot, it will be inevitable.
For this dispute over the ruins of the ruins, Zhongtu Dasheng bite his teeth and gave up, so he specifically ordered Tianjiao and the masters in the Middle Ages to be involved in this matter.
Only a few early monks in the legal phase did not know his position, but did not even know how to take it. Now these monks have already taken their lives.
However, Zhai Peng is not the same. He did not start this time. In fact, he was defeated by his son, Peng Peng.
In the eyes of Zhongtu Dasheng, there is a slight appreciation of the color. Compared with Wu Peng’s lack of desire, the proud dragon knives are worse than several grades. No matter from the temperament and character, they can’t compare with Wu Peng’s desire. Although there is no desire, it is a Yaozu, but there are only a few that are seen in the Middle-Straits, and there is a gentleman than the Terran.
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Xuanzhen Wonderland.
On the day of the tribute, the ten sects of the sacred sites were all under the leadership of their respective arrogance, carrying a large number of cultivation resources to come here.
The people of Xianling Zongzi are Qu Qiuqiu and Wu Wei. In the past 100 years, Qu Qiuqiu’s cultivation has reached the peak of the end of Yongsheng, and the power of the law has been condensed to the extreme. It is estimated that it will take a long time to start trying to break through. The law is in a state of difference. At this point, Wu Wei is not comparable to her. Wu Wei’s cultivation is still the same as it was a hundred years ago.
"Hey girl, why didn't you come to this time?"
When Qiu Qiuqiu and Wu Wei arrived at the holy land of the competition, Lan Chensong was very enthusiastic to come out with a group of elders. The rest of the sects of the sacred gates saw the sacred color, but they could not get the color of the scorpion, but Qiu Qiu can get this treatment, they also Envy does not come.
It is rumored to be the terrible North Xuan ancestor of the Wang family. When he first came here, or when he was an immortal monk, he became a principal under the Emperor Xianzong, and later became the enshrined teacher of Xian Lingzong. At that time, Qiu Qiuyu specifically assigned Ningqi’s identity to allocate a mountain and set up his tablet.
However, because of the Seventh Command, the hill was taken back. Xian Lingzong did not allow the disciples to mention Ning Qi’s name. But I couldn’t think of it. In the past 100 years, the situation in Qinglong’s mainland has changed rapidly. Ning Qi has been besieged by thousands of law-related monks. Underneath, the law is condensed.
When I shot it, I killed hundreds of law-related monks on the spot. Many of them were masters on the Qinglong list. The news was only passed two or three years before it was gradually spread to this place. Since then, Xian Lingzong has been directly allocated. Out of a mountain range, it was once again declared that Ning Qi was the enshrined teacher of their celestial sect. The original sect of the sorrowful sorrows of the sacred sects of the sacred sects of the sacred sects.
"Blue elders, Shizun, his old man has been closed for many years, this time has not yet gone out, let the younger generation come."
Qiu Qiuqi smiled and arched.
Her gaze suddenly saw a familiar figure, and the figure seemed to find that Qiu Qiuqi saw herself and quickly hid in the crowd.
Qu Qiuqiu sneered in the heart, the guy is not someone else, it is Lan Chensong’s granddaughter, the blue butterfly, Ning Qi came to the door to make the children into a child, and the blue butterfly was rushed back to the holy land by the wind and clouds. I know that some time ago, she even saw a re-growth, and it was nowhere to be restored to the end of the immortality.
It’s just the feeling of the beginning, no longer exists, and the situation that has been revived once is nowhere. In the heart of Qu Qiuqiu, it can never be compared with that one, even the shoes are not worthy!
"贱人!"
Blue Butterfly quietly stared at Qiu Qiuqi, his eyes flashed a hint of hateful color, and his heart secretly groaned.
"It seems that Meng Xiu Xiu is estimated to have risen a lot, and has not retired for more than a hundred years."
Lan Chensong smiled and nodded. He was planning to greet the blue butterfly into the holy land. The sky suddenly heard a booming sound. Several black spots were from far to near, and the speed was extremely fast. They came to the direction of the holy land.
"Ning Bei Xuan! You have to deceive too much!"
"Bei Xuan's ancestors, I have already made a mistake, can't it be done by waste? Do you have to kill it so much?"
"We are the masters of the Qinglong list, don't you give me a face?"
"Ning Beixuan, I have a backing in the Central Plains. If you kill me, you are not good!"
"One million green dragon crystal! Buy me a life! No more, I will give you three best instruments!"
A few wolverine figures seem to have been exhausted and stopped above the holy land.
Yunqingchi, the owner of the holy land, seems to have heard the movement, broke out and landed next to Lanchensong. At this moment, they and others, including the tens of thousands of monks who competed in the holy land, looked up at the sky with a stunned look.
At the same time, Qu Qiuyi, Wu Wei, and the Tianjiao children of all the major sects, because of the tribute to the holy land, saw this frightening picture of today.
I saw Ning Qi holding a pillar in his hand, and thousands of fresh human heads were smashed from the air. On the opposite side of him, stood seven masters who exude a half-step and perfect atmosphere.
It is Ningbei Xuan!
Everyone sucked a cold breath, and his face was horrified. When they saw the thousands of heads on the pillars, even Yunqing pool shook involuntarily. Just one glance, they saw several acquaintances on it!
No one found that after seeing Ningqi, the blue butterfly ran out of her ankle.