Chapter 1132: Patriarchs (Mon./Wed.)

This man in green is called Yu Hong. He is the third disciple of Emperor Qiu. He has the strength of nine holes. However, he has just reached the completion of the nine holes.
Sloppy!
Once you choose it, if you discard it in the middle, the nine-hole perfect body will most likely not be able to withstand the force of the law, and eventually die!
This is not a problem that can be solved by reincarnation. If it leaves the road hurt, it will follow forever, and if it disappears directly, then it will really die.
As a nine-hole great existence, Yu Hong can be sure that these seven words must be left by a stronger existence than him. But how specific is strong, he was totally unsure.
It seems that there are only eighty or ninety steps. It should be only a quasi-chaotic state, but the sense of oppression he gives is close to two or three hundred steps!
This should be completely impossible. How can there be such a contradictory conclusion? But that's it!
Yu Hong stared at the stone monument, and after a while he said, "Who is your master?"
Lu Tong raised her head and said, "My teacher, Zhou Heng!"
Zhou Heng? That Zhou Heng?
Yu Hong couldn't help but be shocked, Master of Heaven, No, Master of Heaven who was dismissed! How could this guy be on such a remote and desolate planet, from the perspective of cultivation, which black hole-level strongman is willing to come here?
The sage of confusing heaven is awesome, but now ... But there are three sages to make up for the religion of heaven, what is the meaning of confusing heaven?
I must be wrong!
How could Zhou Heng be so strong, it was only six holes a few decades ago, and how could he break through the chaos in such a short time? Take up to 50 or 60 steps! Although this is already remarkable, the ancestors of the fighting family are three hundred steps of chaos. It is more than enough to suppress a quasi-chaos state!
Thinking of this, he revived fiercely, arrogantly shot and grabbed at Lu Tong.
Lu Tong bit his lips tightly, and he was just the emperor of the stars, let alone nine holes. Just come to the last Tianhe to suppress him! And he can only hope on the tombstone erected by Zhou Heng. In his heart, Zhou Heng is omnipotent. Even if Zhou Heng said that he could match the saint, Lu Tong would not hesitate to believe it.
Fall in one palm!
Hum!
The tombstones released colorful lights, and the power of the law circulated, and finally the power of terror broke out!
For a moment, Yu Hong's big hand was suddenly shaken. And his right palm was completely turned into a blood rain, and the light of every rule was running on his broken wrist, making the blood flow like a note, and he couldn't stop at all!
Yu Hongdahe, how is that possible! How can it be!
Anyway, he is also a nine-hole great consummation. How could he even break a tombstone left by others. Instead shattered one of his hands? He even realized that he couldn't stop the wound from healing!
The power of the law is full of violent evil!
That's because Zhou Heng was full of murderous spirit when he was setting up the monument. The anger was passed through the written words and merged into the rules. Once these seven words were triggered, the rage was like a black sword!
Yu Hong was decisive. Cut the entire right arm shoulder-to-shoulder, otherwise, he believes that he will drain all the blood! He is a nine-hole. He must not bleed to bleed, but the blood of the strong is extremely precious. It is comparable to the holy medicine, of course, the holy medicine that human beings cannot digest. It even affected his understanding of the rules!
The strong man's broken wrist is not to cherish his own hands, but to cherish his life even more!
Lu Tong was stunned, the other side was so bullying and cowardly, but was shattered by a tombstone set by Master many years ago, forced to break his arm to protect himself! Then he felt strong pride. This is his master!
Maybe he will never reach such a height, but he is willing to wait for such glory with his life!
Yu Hong's eyes were all red. He stared at Lu Tong stubbornly, but didn't shoot again.
He didn't want to lose another arm!
at this time. When a transmission came suddenly, he showed the color of listening, and after looking at Lu Tong severely, he turned around and left, which is exactly the direction of the Nu Jiangzong-he just got the news, the ancestor of the scourge has already left It only takes a dozen minutes to get there.
As soon as the chaotic powerhouse arrives, it will be Zhou Heng's death!
As for this guy ... let him live longer!
Lu Tong watched Yu Hong disappear and he let out a sigh of relief, and then showed anxiety.
He never believed that Zhou Heng was dead, but was retreating, so how could he let these three people disturb Master ’s penance? Even if he stepped back 10,000 steps, even if Zhou Heng really died, how could he let others move Master's body?
He also pulled his leg and ran back. Anyway, he had runes given to him by Zhou Heng, and he could use them several times!
Of course, his speed can't be compared with the nine-hole strong, but here is more than ten thousand miles to Nujiang Sect, and it is only ten minutes for the Emperor of the Stars. When he arrived, Boom, a mighty will will come at the same time!
puff--
All the people under the mountain door were vomiting blood, knees softly one by one, as if the rabbit encountered a tiger, only shivering.
Only Lu Tong's whole body flashed with colorful lights, blocking this will.
Alas, a figure fell from the sky. This is a handsome man with a slender figure and a slightly golden skin. If there is a in heaven, there is a halo behind his head, exuding a sacred golden light!
"I've seen the ancestors of misfortune!" The three Yu Hong stooped down and saluted, with respectful expressions.
The opponent is a chaotic powerhouse who has walked more than 300 steps, even if they are saints. Of course, the rules to be kept must be kept-unless the heavens and the brawlers turn their faces, then they naturally do not have to respect the enemy.
The old ancestor waved his hand, and the golden light trembled in the back of his head. He looked at Yu Hong and said, "How could you be so badly hurt?" Dangjiu Jiudong had torn an arm completely!
Yu Hong was flushed. How could he say that he was chasing a small star emperor, but in the end he was led to a cemetery, and finally his hand was shattered by a gravestone.
This is a shame!
He hurriedly said, "I still ask the ancestor to fight for the ancestor, and get justice for Zhou Heng for the younger generation!"
Zhou Heng?
The Patriarch and the other two imperial disciples showed a slight shock, Zhou Heng?
It is not Zhou Heng who is strong, but that he was fooling around in the face of Zhou Heng in the face of Zhou Heng. Who can forget such a thing? Moving Zhou Heng is equivalent to annoying the heavens, but that ’s the first saint in the world, who ca n’t frown when he hears it?
"Old ancestors, we have three saints who make up the heavenly religion!" Yu Hong hurriedly added that he was hesitant to see the old ancestors appearing in trouble.
This is both cheering and deterrence!
There are three saints in Buddhism, which are enough to fight against and even suppress the deceitful sky. But if the three saints are one, can you afford to be chaotic?
The ancestral father frowned, and he could naturally hear the meaning in Yu Hong's remarks, which is exactly why he seemed a little dissatisfied and dare to threaten him? Just nine holes, dare to pretend in front of him.
But the Tianjiao religion is too strong. The power of the three saints' joint forces has surpassed the confused one, and he has no choice at all!
"Zhou Heng, come out and see the deity!" The ancestor of the brawl said loudly, his voice trembling, like nine days of anger.
He was indeed a little angry.
puff! puff! puff!
Under the breath of his breath, people in the vicinity were constantly being shaken into blood rain.
The three Yu Hong didn't care. In the eyes of the strong, the weak were all just ants, and the ancestor of the scourge was even less concerned. He was a beast of God, not a human at all!
"Don't come out?" The ancestor of Wodou was already a little angry, seeing Zhou Heng dare to ignore himself, and could not help but be even more angry. These saints are really temperamental, but they can only fight with each other!
He hates such people the most!
"If you don't come out, the deity will ruin the mountain!" As soon as the ancestors raised their hands, a huge golden palm fell from the sky, enough to wrap the entire mountain.
Card, card, card!
The palms fell from the sky, not yet on the mountain peaks, but the entire body of the mountain was cracked, spreading from the top of the mountain to the foot of the mountain, I am afraid that the palms will have to be broken before the palms fall.
Alas, on the other side, there are still people who are constantly being shaken into the blood by the breath of the ancestors!
Landslides, ground rifts, blood flow into the river, like the end!
"Master, please show your soul and save the world!" On the top of the mountain, all of the Nu Jiangzong worshiped around Zhou Heng. The opponents were too powerful, so powerful that they could not even rise to the idea of ​​resistance. Only Pin their hopes on Zhou Heng.
Rumbles, buildings are constantly collapsing and collapsing, a cloud of dust permeates, and despair is shrouded in the hearts of everyone.
"Guru!"
"Guru save us!"
"Pray for Your Master's favor, Show Your Spirit!"
All people worshiped more religiously. They still had a hint of hope that all the buildings and trees would collapse, but the big locust tree behind Zhou Heng was intact!
The palms in the sky fall slowly, but the seemingly sacred golden light can only bring destruction!
A branch of the old locust tree suddenly took out a new sprout ~ EbookFREE.me ~ Unless anyone noticed it, it suddenly glowed with endless vitality and a greenness. This is the second time that the old locust tree is dead, and the vitality that erupted is even more vigorous.
This finally made everyone see clearly, they couldn't help but be overjoyed, and they all vowed to the ground, muttering "Guru" in their mouths, and now they are dead without regret.
Golden big hand shot!
Wu Xiumei closed her eyes tightly, but she was thinking of an old face.
Hum!
A colorful light flashed, Zhou Heng raised his right hand and supported the fallen golden hand.
"Hahaha, too fictitious kid, you still shot, the deity thought you were going to be a tortoise!" The old ancestor laughed, "Since that's the case, don't hide anymore, come out and die!" "
"Old beast, do you want to be eaten by me so much?" Zhou Heng rose up, flying white hair, but showing his pride. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point () to vote for recommendations, monthly tickets, your support is my biggest motivation. Mobile phone users please read.)