Chapter 1520: : Yue Yue 驭 soul teacher [four more]

In the shouts of the sky, this is the clear sky, suddenly golden light, St. Mang.
I saw the illusion of the sky, the huge golden shadow of the golden light is like the mysterious warfare that spans the ancient times, overlooking the evil ants in the world, like the infinite momentum of suppressing the souls!
"Hey!"
Just now, on the front of the void, a few subtle golden radiances, a few huge images of the Holy King quickly flew toward the high platform, one step ten miles, full of life.
On time, the void trembled, the earth shook, and the sound of "rumbling" rang through the depths of the void, oscillating in the wild.
The vast atmosphere pervades from the far air, the rays of the sky are washed, and the clouds and shadows are interlaced.
The mists in the distance are immediately swayed by the sacred and arrogant atmosphere. The sky is shining, the light between the heavens and the earth is flashing, and the golden light of the sky is so unpredictable, making people feel uneasy.
"The power of the Holy King!"
Su Yi's eyes are slightly moving, and the spirit of the Holy King is familiar with himself. However, the elders of the Holy Fire, Nalan Ruyu, and Chu Changhuan used this to fight with themselves.
The Cao Caoshan is like a volcanic eruption. The sound of the sky crashes into the sky, and the sky glows.
The image is overwhelming, as if to swallow the sun and the moon, in the eyes of the excitement, several small figures gradually solidified.
The five holy sons are the first, a golden red gown is full of brilliance, and the essence of the heavens and the earth is perfect. For example, the black waterfall of the beam is long and elegant, like the brilliance of Kunlun jade, the handsome face of the handsome, the eyebrow star, the hand In the gentle and elegant, the world is not lost.
The figure is set against the shadow of the huge hustle and bustle, and there is a proud and lonely arrogance between the eyebrows. The general light of the flood is like suppressing the supreme of the world, as if to destroy everything.
There was no wave in the face of Xuehonglou, and there was a strong and concealed atmosphere in the whole body. He swept the whole venue slowly, and the light inside the eyes was glaring. The sacred atmosphere of the body was filled with a powerful momentum that swept the eight sides.
"Well! The five holy sons are more and more fascinating! I admire the old!" The Xuanyuan deacon behind him smiles and caresses, and his eyes show endless appreciation.
"It is the Five Sons! Sister, the Son has been the Emperor of the Emperor!"
The arrival of the Five Sons also made Ouyang Jinwei, who had always been so high and arrogant, unable to sit still, and pulled Li Ling tightly beside him. His eyes suddenly ooze, and he dared not look straight. He only dared to sneak a sneak peek. Li Ling also smiled and looked at the five holy sons, such as the appearance of the holy day, the face appeared a blush because of joy.
Ouyang Yuanfeng, who had been waiting for a long time, saw that the five sons had already boarded the Shengguangtai, and immediately led the Zhongzhou City to guard the half-border, and the mountain shouted.
"Five Sons Fuan! Welcome to the Five Sons!"
Behind the Xuanyuan deacons, they followed suit for a long while. All the disciples present were half-baked, and their eyes were devout, and they yelled in the mouth with Ouyang Yuanfeng.
At this time, Su Yi and Yun Jing of the No. 9 platform were as good as the discussion. When all the disciples were kneeling, they still stood upright and stood proudly.
Su Yi is even more diffuse from the eyes, a strong sense of killing and warfare, and the cold blood is like the scorpion shot to the snow red building.
"Let me Su Yi give you a jealousy, it is a big joke!" Su Yi heart coldly smiled.
In the face of the crouching of more than ten thousand disciples of Huanghuang, Xue Honglou finally flashed a trace of undetectable fluctuations in his eyes, and once again looked around, but at first glance, Su Yi and Yun Jing did not catch down.
There was a hint of coldness in the calm eyes, but there was not much expression.
Immediately, Xuehonglou was slowly opening to the place, and there was a word and a sound, and the sound of the land was like a thunder, and the spirit of the Holy King, accompanied by the energy of the heavens and the earth, swept across the entire Holy Light.
"You are starting!"
All the people stood up on time, and the reverence in their eyes was beyond words. Some crazy female disciples did not even start the grand ceremony. It was only a few times that they saw the beautiful face of Xuehonglou.

Wow!
The low-pitched voice that is full of magnetism makes everyone scream in unison.
"The Son, the Son of the Snow Red House, finally saw the real person! So handsome!"
"Thirty years old is already a double kingdom! This is what kind of talent!" Some female disciples cover their faces and exclaimed.
"I must go into the holy mountain and look at the people's sons, look at us! Everyone is facing the saints every day, then look at us! People are more popular than people!"
There are some male disciples who are directly licking their chests. They have not yet begun to pass the grand ceremony. They have been crushed by the five saints without a trace of temper.
Su Yi's gaze gradually recovered, and his heart was indeed in vain. Just looking at the five holy sons, Su Yi's heart suddenly appeared a sigh of incitement.
Then I rushed to push the scorpio, and the celestial demon was restored to calm. This feeling is very rare, especially in the control of the soul power, it will fall in the wind.
"Sure enough, he is also a soul sorcerer! And very strong!"
In the blink of an eye, Su Yi made several judgments on Xuehonglou, and was able to find a bit of murder in the thousands. This is no more than a few times better than Wang Quande's garbage.
Moreover, only relying on the dual cultivation of the Yuanhuangjing, the power of the sacred king will be displayed in a state of no weak Yuan dynasty. No one in this talent can match, and it should be rare in the sage. Existence, compared with Nalan Ruyu, is basically a difference between heaven and earth.
The most crucial point is that Xuehonglou seems to be stronger than when it was last encountered in Lingbao Pavilion.
The speed of progress is not determined by the talents. Su Yi is filled with coldness, and the snow red building is far less simple than Nalan Ruyu or Chu Changhuan.
At this moment, Su Yi has treated Xuehonglou as a future enemy, because she can feel the strength of Xuehonglou is absolutely horrible and powerful, and may be the same as her own.
At the time of the sinking, there was a whispering voice in Su Yi’s god, and his eyes turned to the No. 8 high platform. Yunjing was facing the big red eyes of Xuehonglou.
"I am still why people! Really be the holy sacred sacred?"
Yunjing looked at the snow red building's proud posture, and sent a message to Su Yi. If Ru Ming's pretty face was full of disdain and contempt, a bit of disgust appeared in the moon eyebrow star.
"It is true that all the holy sons of the Holy Mountain have a high and conceited one, which makes people like it!" Su Yi whispered, at this point, Su Yi and Yun Jing are like-minded.
"This age is only two yuan, you count better than him, hey! Do you hate him too, I will help you to destroy him!"