Chapter 472: First less master (1)
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Heavenly Lord of the Myriad Realms
- Blood Red
- 1383 characters
- 2021-02-13 08:11:30
The forbidden opening above the windless canyon reveals a rainbow circle with a diameter of dozens of miles.
The slender shuttle was slowly worn from the rainbow circle and floated over the windless city for a while. The inside of the shuttle was a subtle sound like a silky bamboo. The shuttle was like a bamboo shoot unshelled. Expand it.
The colorful streamer overflowed, and the shuttle turned into a huge colorful lotus flower suspended quietly in the air. In the middle of the lotus flower stood a palace full of hundreds of miles and brilliance.
The palace was suspended in the height of the windless city, blocking a large area of sunlight, and cast a large shadow at the core of the windless city.
In the city without wind, countless low-level spiritual repairs and ordinary people suddenly looked up, and they were shocked to see the hall that appeared out of nowhere.
This shuttle body is also a few feet thick, dozens of feet long, how to open, there can be such a big palace inside? For these low-level devotional and mortal, this means of mustard must be difficult to understand.
Suddenly, there was an impassioned golden drum sound coming from the palace. One team and one team were wearing beautiful armor, and the pieces were engraved with countless exquisite decorative runes. The average height was about one foot and two feet, and the end of the day was not bad. The warriors wrapped in the big cloak of the orangutan red, holding the radiant long scorpion, long Ge, solemnly walked out.
Not long after, the windless city stood full of Tianzu warriors wearing heavy armor, the number is at least 100,000.
The low sound of the dragon rang, and a Huaguang rushed out of the palace. Nine large black dragons with a huge face dragged out a luxury car with a hundred feet. These black dragons were red and bloody, and they were suffocating. Four shots, no wind city over the air, it set off a rush of horns.
The sky is full of black whirlwinds, the sharp winds and whistling sounds like ghosts crying, the winds of the windless city pier have set off waves of several tens of feet high, and the tiles of countless mansions in the city have been picked up by the wind, '哗啦啦' Straight into the sky.
The windless city is full of exclamations, and the nine black dragons feel the panic and panic of countless people in the city. These fierce beasts are more and more screaming and screaming loudly, and the drums are rushing more and more eagerly.
A cold rush came, and in the daytime, under the sun, countless stars lit up in the void. A little bit of starlight descended from the sky, and the void suddenly solidified. The shape of the nine black dragons suddenly became stiff, and each one shivered slightly and did not dare to move any more.
The whirlwind of the horns of the sky collapses at the same time, turning into a stream of winds that dissipate invisible.
More than 100,000 costumes and gorgeous Tianzu warriors tightened their bodies at the same time, and they suddenly looked in the direction of Wufengcheng. A starlight suspended quietly beside them, like a handle with a sharp knife against their critical land. As long as the starlight sinks inward, they are the end of the bones.
The three ancestors of Lieyang, Cangyue and Hanxing took thousands of disciples of Sanxianmen, and their feet rushed into the sky, and came to the front of the nine black dragons.
The ancestors of the cold star swayed in the stars, and his fingers flicked like a chain of strings. The starlight in the void also gave a sound of '嗡嗡', an inexplicable chill was born out of thin air, 100,000 celestial warriors. At the same time, nine black dragons ooze a large piece of cold sweat.
"Sanxianmen disciple, I have seen the Tianzu Shaozhu." The three ancestors of the Liyang ancestors took a group of disciples and made a slap in the car.
"You... daring!" A height of nine feet away, compared to the size of the Tianzu general, it is only a juvenile appearance, the man who is born with a handsome and handsome face, like a crown jade stepping out of the rut, side by side Followed by a few old people who are graceful and calm and calm.
The ancestors of Lieyang smiled lightly and bowed to the boy: "I have seen the Lord."
The boy was gloomy and stared at the cold star ancestors for a while. This was a sigh: "You, are not qualified to talk to me. Let you here, the person who can be the master."
The three faces of Lieyang, Cangyue and Hanxing changed at the same time, but they quickly recovered.
This kid is so arrogant!
Even if you are the first owner of the purple valve, what about?
The so-called first young master is nothing more than the empire of the secular world. It is the so-called ‘Prince’ and ‘Imperial Reserve’. It means that he can take the purple valve in the future and become the new generation of the purple valve!
This is the case, Lieyang, they are the elders of Sanxianmen, but the double-reverse is a deadly enemy. The first young master of your purple valve is so arrogant and arrogant in front of the elders of Sanxianmen. You are not afraid to encounter a bad temper. Slap directly to kill you?
The ancestors of Lieyang ‘嘿嘿’ laughed, and there was a trace of malice in the scorpion.
Of course, according to the tacit understanding of the purple valve and Sanxianmen, he could not kneel down on this kid, but it is a little embarrassing and uncomfortable for him. It seems that there is no problem.
The ancestors of Lieyang stepped forward and smiled and extended their hand to the teenager: "The first valve of the purple valve is Zitianzun? The old man Lieyang, the 18th generation disciple of Sanxianmen, hey, the first time he heard the purple valve The main purple celestial celestial arrogance, talented world, haha!"
On the ten fingers, Mars splashed, and the palms became red and transparent. The palms of the ancestors of Lieyang were like two red-hot soldering irons, and they extended to the purple sky with a terrible high temperature. In his palm, several red fruits of thumb size appeared, giving off a subtle fragrance.
"The first time I saw a young master, the comet is a barren land. There are no good things. These few sacred gods and fruits can increase their strength and exercise their flesh and blood. It is the best for the younger dolls. Hey, it’s a gift for the Lord to take the wind and wash the dust."
The ancestors of Lieyang smiled very brightly, and the heat from their hands became more and more amazing. Several radiant gods were wrapped in Mars, which was sprayed out of his palm, so they were in front of Zitianzun.
The face of Zitianzun suddenly became extremely ugly.
The sacred yang fruit, this is the true genius treasure, the fruit of the top congenital roots must be planted in the hot and pure sun of the heavens and blessings, and the endless yang and gas can grow.
Under normal circumstances, it will take 36,000 years to get results. Every yang and yang, as the ancestors of the dynasty, said, is the top quenching spirit, even if it is the most waste material in the world. As long as you take a strong sun fruit, you can have a 'dragon and phoenix' posture, and the physical strength can quickly increase the power of several dragons!
The ancestors of Lieyang are in the face of countless people, and they say that these sacred yang gods are gifts for him to pick up the dust from the purple sky, but it is also true!
After all, this sacred yang fruit, the people who are qualified to know in the world understand that there is such an orphan in Sanxianmen, and it is privately owned by the ancestors of Liyang. Such an orphan, used to greet the Purple Heaven, is also a precious gift!
Purple Tianzun is not very old, it is an important stage of solid foundation, even if the purple valve has inexhaustible resources for him, a few more yangyang fruit, after all, it is of great benefit to him!