Vol 3 Chapter 621: Advance 0 soldiers

The cracks stretched out thousands of feet, and countless purple gold light came out from the middle.
The purple cicada on the chest, standing in the air, the long stick that originally released the purple gold light in the hand, the texture on the top has become bleak again.
It turned into the ordinary black long stick, which looked very humble.
In the front, dozens of feet away, St. Lun stood in the sky above the crack, but also motionless.
In his hand, Yun Yujian has been broken into the crack.
The whole city was instantly in a quiet state.
No one understands what happened.
Is St. Lun win?
Or is the purple triumph victory?
Some people saw that there was no weapon in the hands of St. Lun, and the heart was not good, but there was still hope in the depths of his heart.
They are looking forward to the victory of St. Lun, or the desire for victory in St. Lun!
"Hey!"
In the middle of the air, the purple cicada hemoptysis, the body began to fall, and kneeled directly on the ground, the extraordinary stick was falling aside.
In the quiet city, cheers followed.
Because St. Lun is still standing in the sky.
The cicada coughed up a bite of blood, then slowly stood up, and the cheers in the city came to an abrupt end, and the whole city became quiet again.
"you lose."
Zi Yan said with a voice, the voice is calm and a bit indifferent.
"This is impossible!"
St. Lun finally said, just when everyone felt that he had not fallen, and that he hoped to win, he saw that his blood was overflowing from his forehead, his body fell from the sky, and fell into the huge crack. .
His last breath of life also spoke with the words and dissipated.
St. Lun is dead!
Purple is still alive!
The victory and defeat of this battle has been divided!
There is no suspense, and there is a mourning in the city.
"This is impossible!"
From the holy soul mountain, there was a voice of anger, from the holy shrine, but no one heard it.
Ouli stood there without talking, but his face was smiling, but he couldn’t hide it, and he was very proud.
Because he chose the right person.
Zi Yan is finally famous for the earthquake.
"Or the young master has a vision."
Wu Youde had to send out a sigh of emotion. The battle was full of twists and turns. I didn’t expect the final victory of Ziyan.
Even the top hundred Yun Yujian was defeated.
On the third floor of the Holy Mountain, Ziyan walked forward and came to the edge of the crack. He looked down at the bottom. He only saw the body of Shenglun. The Baiyun Yunyu sword had disappeared. I didn't know where to go.
He looked in the other direction. There was a strange animal that fled and fled to the distance. It should be a beloved beast.
Zi Yan did not let the ghosts chase.
The battle is over and he is ready to move on to the next level.
At this moment, I saw countless lights coming from all directions. It was a fierce breath, from all the holy spirits on the third floor of the holy mountain.
At the same time, they each shine a light.
These lights converge, densely like rain, strong, but not killing.
The purple eyes are puzzled and the look becomes dignified.
I saw the purple scorpion in my hand, and the black long stick came out and flew toward the sky.
All the light went to the black stick and was absorbed by it.
The next moment, this layer, and even the other two layers of the Holy Spirit soldiers, are all in the direction of the black long stick, worship and surrender.
The power of the soul of the heavens and the earth seems to have been summoned to go to the black long stick in the air, a huge swallowing vortex, appearing around it.
The baptismal spirit pool, which was not used passively at the moment, was also turned into a light of energy. It left a strip of ribbon between the heavens and the earth and came to the front of the black long stick and was absorbed by it.
This holy mountain also began to vibrate, releasing an ancient and powerful atmosphere, thus proclaiming the birth of a new soldier.
Yes, after defeating Yun Yujian, Zi Yan’s black long stick was recognized, replacing the position of Yun Yujian.
Although it is only the last weapon, it still attracts the vision of Mount Saints.
This vision lasted for a quarter of an hour, and after all the energy had disappeared, the black stick fell from the sky and fell into the hands of the purple.
The radiance of its surface flashes, the lines reappear and become a quaint look, and there seems to be no major change.
But Zi Yan knows that it has become different. It has been recognized by the Holy Mountain and absorbed so many forces of the soldiers. It will be easier to win the sword.
And Zi Yan believes that after this battle, Yun Yu Jian will not dare to appear.
Jing Ling’s eyes were collected and he whispered:
The last time you saw your potential, but it’s a pity that the people who use you are too weak. This time, your eyes are good, and you are worthy of it. Your master."
You can challenge the long stick of Yun Yujian. Even if the owner is very weak, it is also very powerful. It is definitely a weapon of the gods in the eyes of the world.
It’s a pity that after the generation of the owner’s body, the masters behind it could not meet its requirements. Even if they got a black long stick, they could not exert their own power. At best, they only regarded it as a solid. The soul of the soldiers.
Of course, those masters will never know that they have never let the black stick really recognize the Lord.
At the end of the battle, Zi Yan continued to stay on this floor, and it has no meaning.
He went to the next floor.
Everything is going smooth.
Seeing the purple scorpion on the fourth floor, the Lushan brothers couldn’t help it anymore, cheering loudly, and earning it again this time.
Their cheers are in stark contrast to the mourning and roar of the surrounding.
From time to time, some people cast envy and sly eyes at the brothers.
The purple scorpion that came to the fourth floor of the holy mountain was the first to see a baptismal pool. It didn't look big, but the rippling spiritual power was very abundant.
Lingchi is empty and there is nothing, but next to Lingchi, there are two people standing.
Blue solitary dreams and mountains.
After entering the fourth floor, the two did not immediately baptize their weapons, but waited here ~EbookFREE.me~ because they believed that Zixiao will be able to win, so deliberately wait here.
Of course, if the purple scorpion fails to win, then the two will join forces here to kill the sage, no matter what the price.
This is the plan of the two!
After seeing the purple sable, the two immediately came forward and were very happy.
The purple cicada spread his arms and hugged the two women one by one under the eyes of countless envy and hatred.
In an instant, I don’t know how many people gnash their teeth on the purple scorpion, and they can’t wait for it.

How do you stay here?
Zi Yan asked.
"Wait for you to go together." Blue Lonely said: "We know that you will come up."
Hawthorn said: "You still have to heal the wound first."
In the previous World War, the sable was also injured, and there was still blood in the chest.
The reason why I came to the fourth floor immediately was obviously worrying that other people in the third floor would fish in troubled waters.
But now that I saw the two, he just let go of his heart.
After two hours, Zi Yan’s injury was already seven or eighty-eight. He stood up and looked at the biggest chance ahead.
Next, it is time to harvest.
The stick and the shield flew out and flew forward.
The mountains and the blue dreams are also the ones who have their own sacred spirits.
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