Vol 2 Chapter 1227: Fighting Heaven Palace (3)

At this time, Sun Hao, floating in the air, holding a golden long stick in his hand, handsome and energetic, silky and flying, the momentum of the battlefield is getting more and more prosperous.
The monks around him were also influenced by him, and the momentum was rising.
Eight-armed Bao Ketu, Luo charm; two people stand in their own position, the momentum also rises to the sky, echoing with Sun Yao.
Other Yuanyun monks of Qingyunmen also understood that they were not the same, or publicized, or introverted fighting spirit, integrated into the momentum of Sun Hao.
And Sun Hao’s fighting spirit has been blessed by Yuan Yingzheng’s imposing manner, and it is also a prosperous one.
It is a spirit to fight the battlefield.
A fighting spirit.
At the level of Yuan Ying Zhenjun, most of them have some research on the momentum. In the long-term cultivation process, they also have some fighting consciousness, but everyone does not lack fighting spirit.
When they come together, it is not weak.
At this moment, there are a lot of Yuan Yingzhenjun on the scene, but there are not many people who can jump out and help out like the Yilu Denghuo. This is Qingyunmen’s chores, and they can’t get involved, they can’t intervene. Come, come here have their own sects, representing their own interests, although they have personal relationships with Sun Hao, but it is not good to intervene.
This kind of thing is still better for Qingyunmen’s own monks.
Xiaoyu Huakui glanced at his grandfather and found that Grandpa was indifferent, and he did not want to swear by his mouth. Grandpa made a mouthful: "You are too unruly."
Xiaoyu Feitian sneered at the camera, and stunned the grandson who did not know the heights.
Below, among the 100,000 monks, before the drug peak. The voice of the new leader, Wu Youlang, was clearly heard: "My teacher, Sun Hao. The young debut. Apprentice Aoki, the end of the ancestral gate, the name is not seen, but the mountains will hunt, win the headhunting, start the legendary life...

Sun Hao is holding a stick, and he is full of momentum and hears the voice of Wu Xianlang. The heart can't help but move.
Look at what these three disciples have to say.
Wu Xiaolang’s body did not have the slightest looseness. At this time, he was physically empty and floating in front of the medicine holy peak. He had a holy and solemn glory, although he was in the sea of ​​clouds below the main peak of Qingyun. There is also a vague temperament that rushes up.
Carrying his hands and looking up at Sun Hao. Wu Xiaolang’s voice spread throughout the Qingyun battle cloud:
In that year, the dragon bird opened. My teacher pressed the five-line seal monk, the secret king called the king, and worshipped the teacher. In that year, Gan Guling’s battle, my teacher’s Dacheng, the five elements of the five elements of the Mozong, the title of the magic repair, the first battle to the king, the foundation of Jin Dan, in the late Jin Dandan power, escape and go ..."
The voice of Wu Xianlang is higher and higher, and the momentum of the body is getting stronger and stronger.
Around him, those Jindan monks who had fought with Sun Hao in the past, such as Xia Xi sisters, Bowen, Song Xiaoli, Yun Ziyan and other monks, gradually condensed their body, the body shined, the invisible fighting spirit rushed, far away The land was cast on Sun Hao’s body.
Wu Xianlang’s remarks are still going on:
In that year, my teacher Sun Hao, going out, building a base war, Jin Dan, defeated a brother, and publicly Dan, Dan Cheng a product purple; that year, a green wood outskirts I am a teacher of the five elements of Jindan in the late period, raising my Qingyun Shengwei; that year, I went out to Nanyang... In that year, my teacher should recruit heroes, see the heroes of the world, and succumb to the death of the ruins of the world... Yang Hehewei, The mainland title is ranked in Xianban..."
With Wu Lang’s screaming, below, the 100,000 Qingyun monks felt the tumbling, as if they saw the ancestors of the Zongmen, Shen Xiang, from a terminal sect, step by step, step by step, and climb the peak. It has made the current name of the world.
The heart is tidal and the blood is boiling.
Many monks rushed to the sky and shouted, feeling the need to scream.
Wu Xiaolang’s voice is gradually high:
I’m up and down, I’m young, my blood is never cold, my fighting spirit is never lacking. Today, I’m following my teacher, fighting and building a Qingyun Dojo. Now, the Dojo needs Fighting spirits, Qingyun needs spirit. I believe that the spirit of Qingyun is not only the spirit of my teacher, but the spirit of my Qingyun monk, my Qingyun elite, common, immortal, invincible, and fighting, telling me that we should How to do?"
In the square of the ceremony, Xiaoyu Huakuo shouted: "War, he is a battle...", finished, flying fast, driving his flying sword, flying quickly to the Qingyun square.
Xiaoyu Feitian looked around and said quickly: "This kid is a registered disciple to Daewoo, it should, should..."
Wu Xianlang's sword sings: "The north wind of the yellow sand, the drums and flags are moving; the fire is rushing to the big day, the soldiers are Xiaochenghong, you are friends, war, war, war..."
Inspired by Xiaoyu Chemical Library, 100,000 Qingyun monks, under the leadership of their respective team leader Jin Dan, cheered loudly: "War, War, War..."
Among the five elements of the big battle, strong fighting spirit and strong spirit were mobilized and rushed into the air circle of Sun Hao, echoing Sun Haoyao.
Sun Hao flashed a fine mans in the eyes, far away, nodded slightly to Wu Shanglang below, and then shouted: "My generation of monks, Qingyun elite, fighting world, please follow me, build Qingyun Dojo..."
In the hands of the stick, in the voice, slowly lifted up, pointing to the sky like a flying saucer Qingyun Dojo.
The body condensed the momentum and fighting spirit of thousands of monks, swarming and coming into the sky.
The stick of the sky is golden, and a golden light of a long rule is drawn forward, pointing to the UFO dojo.
Sun Hao stepped on the air in one leg and sighed in his mouth: "100,000 Qingyunzhi, Qingyun Daosheng, battlefield, when I am the immortal spirit of Qingyun, the spirit is not extinguished, the dojo will last forever, let me go, ah, drink... ..."
With a drink, Sun Hao was holding a stick of the sky and flying out of the sky. A stick, the local voice, was on the tip of the inverted peak, the thick, connected to the pillars of the UFO and Qingyun main peaks.
In a stick, the pillars are like tofu, and they are scattered.
The dust is flying and falling.
The column was broken at one point.
The entire UFO suddenly had no support, and it floated over the main peak of Qingyun, shaking for a while.
Sun Hao said in a loud voice: "There is no pillar in the dojo, only fighting spirit, fighting will not die, the dojo will last forever, war, war, war..."
Below, 100,000 Qingyun monks followed Sun Hao together and shouted: "War, war, war..."
Sun Hao stood under the flying saucer, and the top of the stick was replaced by a pillar. At the top of the peak, the flying saucer gradually stabilized.
Then Sun Hao, the infinite fighting spirit gathered together, through the fighting stick, like a tide flooded into the flying saucer, the entire UFO dojo violently shocked, the yellow halo, a different kind of traits.
The entire dojo seems to be a moment of survival, a lot of vivid, monks and priests, and even from the dojo, feel an inexplicable momentum.
Sun Hao stood upright under the Qingyun Dojo, and Shen Xiangjian appeared in front of him. Like Wu Youlang, he sang the sword: "The north wind of the yellow sand, the drums and the flag are moving; the fire is rushing to the big day, the air is Xiao Chenghong. , Daoyou, war, war, war..."
Shen Xiangjian whispered.
The real female sword whispers.
Taiyi Yunzhan, Zhiyangbao fan... The various magical treasures of the monks, Qi Qi screamed, the lower monks echoed, the huge fighting spirit, after seeing Sun Hao wearing Optimus Prime, still topped the dojo and formed The boundless fighting spirit and spirit reconverge and flock to Sun Hao.
On Sun Hao’s fighting stick, Jin Guang re-shot, the entire UFO dojo, actually was the golden light of the fighting stick, and it was flying more than half a fly.
Sun Hao Haha Langxiao: "The battle is a thousand miles, one year, the fighting spirit, the millennium is not extinguished, this first light..."
After that, the fighting stick slowly closed up, and under the Qingyun Dojo, there was a golden light left alone. Only one ordinary monk's arm thickness, about three feet long, was placed above the peak.
Sun Hao ha halang whistling continues: "The battle is a thousand miles, one year, the fighting spirit, the millennium is not destroyed, this second light..."
It was a golden light, and it came out from the stick of the sky, and it was under the peak.
Sun Hao’s hahalang whistling continues.
The third, fourth... a total of nine golden light, one by one from the stick of the sky, topped under the peak.
Jiu Dao Jinguang returned to his place, Sun Hao screamed, holding the stick of the day, his foot on the incense sword, his body swayed, appeared in the side of Xuanyuanhong, and the stick of the stick under the slanting finger, surrounded by a slight sigh, said: "Thank you. Daoyou help, nine golden lights, can protect me Qingyun Daochang for 9000 years, you Qingyun Daoyou remember, fighting will not die, the dojo will last forever..." (To be continued.)