Chapter 1479: : Mount Shengshan

When I saw the elders coming, the two disciples suddenly came to the spirit, step by step and hard, and endured the pain to climb to the feet of the elders, crying and screaming.
"Elders, save us! We still want to practice martial arts!" After that, the two disciples cried like a wolverine, and their faces were twisted to the extreme.
"Snapped!"
A strong wind directly swept through, the sacred pressure of Hehe, a sinister footprint in the golden light, kicked on the chest of a disciple.
Another disciple who suffered from the wind was directly rolling down the tree, and the blood in his mouth oozing out. His eyes seemed to be looking out of his eyes, and his brows looked down at the elders of the Holy Mountain.
"Hey!"
Daddy, the disciple kicked a shot, the chest directly concave back into a terrible arc, the two eyes bulging, the face directly became a purple sauce, squatting on one side, can not die any more.
"Technology is not as good as people, so noisy! Not worthy of being my sacred disciple!"
An old voice in the robe hats up the space, as the turbulent waves poured into the ears of the disciples who were present. The disciples behind them rushed to run their energies, licking their ears to resist the sound waves, and looked distressed.
"Not too fast to say! Who is seriously hurting you!" The low-pitched screams of another robe came out.
"Yes...is Su Yi! It’s Su Yi who burned Cheng Chengxiong and also abolished our Dantian!"
The disciples under the big tree struggled to lie on the ground, continually hoeing their heads, and the body was shaking like a sieve, and did not dare to make a sob.
The two captains and elders are overbearing and sweeping, the calm void, the time of the sun, the light around, the figure descends like a god, and the gods tremble unreasonably.
"Oh! Your Su Yi, the account of the Shengwu Conference has not been counted with you. In the chaotic domain, you dare to do evil! Deceive people too much, when you die! I want you to defeat the king!"
"boom!"
The elders of the robe hats screamed, and the golden light of the eruption broke out. The vitality of the whole body was like the energy of the heavens and the earth. The light in the palm of the hand was directly sprayed out, and the overbearing fierceness directly shrouded the disciples under the big tree.
"A waste of people, there is no value! Let's practice martial arts in the next life!"
On time, the mysterious atmosphere of the whole valley spread out, like a sacred power with supreme power, like the ability to tremble for nine days, the vastness of the sky, the entire valley is turbulent, and the earth shakes.
Under the erosion of Jinguang, the two disciples were immediately turned into a group of powders, which scattered with the wind and the golden light.
"The strong sage of the holy king!" The three disciples behind him were very moving, and they looked solemn and respectful. They dared not have the slightest movement. The incomparable pressure was like the iron hand firmly holding on to some disciples, breathing became Very difficult.
"call!"
After a long while, the elders of the Holy Mountain, who have not lost their energy, will be able to converge, and the absolute field will be closed up. Several disciples will be astonished and cautiously panting.
"Hey!"
A sigh of glory with a sigh of sorrow swept the hills, and everyone's eyes swelled with undulations, and the light of the gods permeated, the golden light of the hustle and bustle became more and more dazzling, exuding the sacred glory of blazing, the wind whistling, the space screamed!
The roar of the void, a wind-like sound is particularly deafening, a figure coming out of the air, such as a storm, lightning.
"How come! This breath is so strong!"
The elders of the two robe caps were slightly picky, and they were unbelievably watching the figures in the light of the gods. The figure was very small, and the disciples behind them saw the coming people, and they even stumbled directly, just as the holy deities came.
"Welcome to the Son!" Someone shouted in the place, the sound of the waves shook the sky, and waved back and forth in the valley.
The golden light gradually dissipated, and only a handsome man with no Tao appeared, his face was calm, his body was faint golden light, hey, sacred, giving a feeling of surrender.
It is the snow-red building of the Five Sons of the Holy Mountain, dressed in a gold-colored cloud-sleeved shirt, black hair like a waterfall, such as the sap flow in the blue night, if it is a star, the face is crowned jade, the sword eyebrows slightly pick.
The snow red building fell to the ground, and the hand was held. The only thing that the son had to do was to draw in the painting. The handsome face of the horror of the sky was overwhelming.
Like the sacred king overlooking the heavens and the earth, the pressure of Hehe once again swept the valley, and the chill of the deep eyelids permeated the bones.
"The Son, isn't it the only thing that is in the virtual world? Why is it so leaps and bounds! It has broken through the Yuan Dynasty!"
At the age of thirty, the Emperor of the Yuan Dynasty is twofold, and it is a leader among the saints of the past.
"This is in the bottleneck, in the secret of Jinpeng, got some opportunities, devote himself to cultivation in the Lingbao Tower, and recently did not want to make a breakthrough!" Xuehonglou said in disapproval. There is no expression on the cold face.
The two elders are still shocked to see the five saints in a natural way. In just a few months, they even broke through from the Yuan Dynasty to the Yuan Emperor.
It is rumored that the five saints are not the longest in cultivation time, but they are the most savvy among all the saints. They are lonely and powerful, and they are an extremely terrible existence.
"It is the time for the strength of the Son to be promoted. The sacred mountain letter will be opened soon. I believe that the Son will be able to shine in the six continents and three seas. Those ancient families will shine in front of you! Hong Kong is famous for its sacred mountains.

Wen Yan, Xue Hong Lou star eyebrows pick, the strange undulations appearing in the eyes, the body is tall and straight, looking at the scene of the ruin in front of the scene and the blood-stained land, the cold face does not have any fluctuations
He is tall and straight, like a Yushu Qiongzhi, who is swaying in Guanghua, and looks at the two elders: "Xu Lao, what happened."
The sound is cold, without any feelings, as if the elders had killed two ants, it was extremely normal.
"Su Yi will use their skills to abolish them. The disciples of the Holy Mountain can't be insulted. The old ones will send them a ride. The Son, the Holy Trinity is called, there is something to discuss, we will return to the mountain as soon as possible!"
Elder Xu quickly slammed the subject. When he mentioned the holy deity, his voice was obviously shaken, his body was more respectful, and he did not dare to have the slightest scorn.
"Su Yi! Is this Su Yi going to fight the Holy Mountain in the end, big courage!"
After that, Xuehonglou is not only not angry, but has more interest. The deep eyes are looking at the horizon, the shadows of the whole body are sacred, such as the ancient gods.
The scorpion is like two rounds of Yaoyang, mixed with the icy coldness of ruthless indifference. The ambiguous vitality is half of the dragon's volume, and it is accompanied by amazing ancient pressure.
"In addition to this, what has happened to the chaotic domain recently?" Snow Red House did not pursue too much, continue to ask.
Xu Chang Lao replied: "During the retreat of the Son, the Jiuxing Valley was overwhelmed by Su Yi, and the two Yuan Zongqiang were all killed by this little thief! The tyrants of the tyrannical tyrants have the fourth force of the chaotic domain!"