Chapter 1568: Light sage 6

Chapter 1568 The sage of light 6
"The powerful members of the Wuji Dynasty, your invitation, really is a bit open!"
The voice of Wang Xian covers the front of the Wuji Imperial Palace.
When the Wuji Dynasty and all the pastors heard this voice, everyone was stunned.
Sound, so mad!
In a short sentence, with a touch of sarcasm.
This priest, Wang, dared to ridicule the Wuji Dynasty.
Everyone, looking at the sky.
A dull figure, no dazzling brilliance, no strong momentum.
A white dress, slowly coming towards this side.
There is no fear, awe and respect in the eyes.
"He Yuan, your brother, really..."
The old man standing next to He Yuan looked at Wang Xian’s figure and said to Xiaoyuan with a speechless face.
His eyes flashed and he was filled with shock.
This young man, no, this day, the devil really does not put anyone in the eye!
He Yuan looked at Wang Xian and was also bitter.
He has had some faint understanding of this brother.
Eat soft and don't eat hard, hard to control whether you are a sect or a Wuji dynasty.
In particular, not long ago, the demon, killing twenty-five dong and seven-order powerhouses, with this horrible power, his brother, has reached the eighth level of the hole.
It’s shocking!
After the entire Hezu heard the news, everyone was shocked and unable to add.
The eighth order of the hole is fascinating, and they are the best fighting power of their family!
Even the ancestors of the Hezu people feel a little embarrassed!
Ling Jianer saw that just because a strong man of the Wuji Dynasty shouted a word with his own name, Wang Xian came over and his face was full of strange looks.
A special emotion breeds in her heart.
This kind of emotion is something she has never experienced before.
"Let's go, the Wuji Dynasty just ordered all the bright pastors to come. Why don't you come, you know sin?"
When Tian Qingguang saw Wang Xian’s eyes, he was filled with anger and his face was cold and cold.
"Crazy Zhang, but still to thank you!"
The owner of the Shenguang Medical Museum also looked at Wang Xian and shouted.
The strongest of the Wuji dynasty also raised their eyebrows and stared at Wang Xian.
A few strong people exude a faint suffocation!
In the vast area, no one dares to ignore their Wuji dynasty, even if it is two other super strengths, it will not work!
Wang Xian swept the two jumping clowns who spoke.
Looking at He Yuan, he nodded toward him faintly, and finally fell on Ling Jianer and smiled at her.
"Hey, arrogant guy, telling you to come and see my brother's injury, don't be too arrogant!"
Wu Qingyan saw Wang Xian’s attitude and his face was black and straight.
"Wu Qingcheng's Crown Prince was taken into the dark soul?"
Wang Xian picked up his eyebrows and glanced at the strong people of the Wuji Dynasty. His eyes fell on the black-headed old man in the center.
His eyes are dignified, and with his current strength, although it has broken through, it is still much worse to counter this existence.
He can live in the hands of this old man.
Of course, being able to live is already a very good thing. This is why Wang Xian dared to ridicule the Wuji Dynasty.
Because he is not afraid!
"Predecessors, let me see the wounds of the Crown Prince of Wuqing City!"
Not being afraid, does not mean that he can provoke the Wuji Dynasty.
Wang Xian arched his hand and said to the dark ancestors.
"Young people, if they have strength, they have capital, but sometimes they have to be low-key!"
The dark ancestors faintly reminded Wang Xian.
"This younger generation understands!"
Wang Xian arched his head and nodded: "I must do my best!"
"Well, if you can cure the Qingcheng, what do you say, our Wuji Dynasty will try to satisfy you!"
The dark ancestors said to Wang Xian faintly.
Wang Xian heard this sentence, his eyes flashed a glimmer of light, and his heart moved.
"Thank you for your predecessors, let me first look at the situation of the Crown Prince of Wuqing City!"
Wang Xian nodded and immediately walked toward the position of Wuqing City.
"The young man is really arrogant, but what kind of strength is there to have a gesture, to know how to be humble!"
Wang Xian was close, standing in the morning light of the ancestors of the Wuqing City, the ancestors of the ancestors slammed toward Wang Xian, warning with an educational attitude.
"The old man said it is good, strength and age are not linked!"
Wang Xian faintly looked at the morning ancestors and said with a smile.
"Humph!"
The morning ancestors heard Wang Xian with a hint of sarcasm, and a hint of coolness appeared in his eyes: "The bright pastor is a way, I am developing, and the younger generation must know the gratitude!"
"Do not know how to be humble, do not know how to be grateful!"
Tianqingguang sighed coldly on the side.
"You are not qualified to speak in front of me!"
Wang Xian glanced at Tianqingguang and did not put it in his eyes.
Hearing this sentence, Tianqingguang almost gasped, and his eyes were full of anger.
"Haha, the old woman of the light and the son of the light, do not know what qualifications you have to say they are rubbish, today, I will treat you a good prince of Wuqing City, you need to give me a statement, otherwise..."
The morning ancestors stared at Wang Xian and narrowed their eyes.
"Watch it!"
When Wang Xian heard his words, his mouth was slightly tilted, and his eyes looked at Wuqing City, which was suspended in the void.
"It’s the same as ours, I don’t know how courage you are arrogant!"
"Calling you is just for a glimmer of hope. Do you really think that you can compare with our ancestors?"
"Oh, sad and ridiculous!"
The bright priests behind the morning ancestors heard the words, staring at him coldly.
In the rear, a group of bright pastors are also staring at Wang Xian with a cold face, whispering whispering.
Even Wu Qingyan is also looking unhappy with Wang Xian.
I really thought that it would be up to you to treat you with a big fee.
This is only because the injured is his brother, not letting go of any treatment opportunities.
"Invaded by seventeen dark souls, some trouble!"
The morning ancestors glanced at Wang Xian coldly, looking at Wu Qingcheng, his face slowly and dignified.
His arm moved, and a shackled staff appeared in his hand. The head of the staff was a figure with wings, like an angel.
The angel shivered slightly, and the seventeen little angels slowly descended toward Wuqing City.
"Seventeen souls of darkness, the strength of the ancestors is now further, and it is absolutely easy to drive out!"
"This is the light of tomorrow, every angel contains a majestic light that can dispel all darkness!"
Around, or even to the rear, everyone saw the morning ancestors shot, his face was amazed.
Seventeen light tomorrows, each light tomorrow contains no more energy than the dark soul!
Seventeen bright tomorrows, it is possible to expel seventeen dark souls in the body of the Emperor Wuqing City.
(End of this chapter)