Chapter 1908: Wang Jia’s account

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The right and wrong of things is not just Wang Lang, but now the entire Wang family no longer cares.
Now, for the first family of the Holy Land, the most important thing is to get back face.
Wang Lang believes that after he has lost, there will be new arrangements in the family. This arrangement will be a bottom-up, strong and decisive.
Sure enough, Wang Lang did not wait too long, and the family’s strong counterattack was coming.
A knives appeared in the sky, cut through the sky, straight into Tianyang City, and shot at the hotel with the mask.
"boom."
The knives approached, the heavens and the pressures were released, and the city's monks all collapsed under the pressure of the heavens. The mask outside the hotel shattered and the knives entered the hotel.
The monks who stumbled, the horror of their faces, they never thought that after Wang Lang’s defeat, the Wang’s counterattack was so sharp that he even sent a heavenly environment.
Looking at the traces left by the knives, Wang Lang’s face was white, his body was shaking, and his mouth was overflowing again.
It’s not a heavenly soldier. It’s just this pressure, I can’t afford it.

The knives broke the mask and entered the hotel.
After that... no more.
"what happened,"
"what happened,"
"How come there is no movement,"

Does everyone die,

The whole city was in a quiet state. Everyone looked at the hotel and held his breath, for fear of missing any pictures and movements.
After the city was quiet and probable, the whole hotel broke out with a burst of fire. The powerful power completely destroyed the hotel. At the same time, the unimaginable destructive power turned the blasted hotel into a powder.
Above the sky, the smoke was filled and the entire hotel disappeared.
Everyone widened their eyes and looked ahead.
The smoke gradually dissipated, the hotel disappeared, and the group appeared out of thin air.
What caught everyone's eyes was a knives, and the knives exude a dazzling glare, and in front of the knives, where the knives touched, stood a young man.
The young man was dressed in black and looked quite handsome. He allowed the sword to point to his eyebrows, but his expression was extremely calm.
The young man looked at it at a glance, and he was familiar with it. In the face of the knife, he even had a smirk in his mouth.
Behind the youth, a woman in red is glamorous.
Then there were three beautiful people standing on the side, and the other two were a monk and a monk.
In the eyes of everyone, only these people, as for Wang Xiangui, who was beaten into pigs, and the little songs on the side and the team of monks, were forgotten by everyone.
"That is,"
Wang Lang, who was puzzled by the eyes, saw his eyes curled up after seeing the man pointed by the sword. His expression immediately changed dramatically, and his face was unbelievable.
As one of the representatives of the legendary post-Zi Zi era, there will always be people who compare him with Zi Yan. Although Wang Lang has not seen sable, he is very familiar with sable.
He understands all the deeds of the cicada and knows the oppression that the cicada encounters.
But in his heart, faintness is also somewhat dissatisfied, because he was not born in the age of Ziyan, and did not encounter the era when Dan Yuan could be called the old blame, so he created a purple sable.
Throughout the history of the growth of the purple sable, the speed of the break is really slow.
Wang Lang believes that if you return to that era, there will be no purple sputum, no legendary sable, only the legendary Wang Lang.
He Wang Lang will create a dynasty, the royal family dynasty.
At this moment, after he recognized the purple scorpion, he was completely shocked. The legendary sable appeared in front of everyone.
"Hey."
Just when Wang Lang recognized the purple scorpion, the knives turned into a figure, looked at the purple sable, his face full of surprises and accidents: "How is you,"
Zi Yan smiled and said: "I am also surprised by your appearance."
"Yes, very good."
The man looked up and down the sable, and then patted the shoulders of the sable, like a knife on the sable, making a squeaky voice.
Not only Zi Yan knows each other, Wang Xianer and others also know him, but in those days, they always thought that he was a mysterious friend of Xingdao Li, and he seemed to be a ghost.
Today, with the knives breaking through the air, I feel that the familiar purple scorpion knows that he was the scorpion soldier in the hands of Xingdao Li.
Looking at the knives and chatting with Zi Zi, everyone was shocked and did not understand what happened.
The monk who had previously recognized the purple scorpion, cold eyes screamed at the crowd, and then said loudly: "Is it an idiot? Can't you see it, it is the legendary sable, the legendary sable is returning."
The whole city became quiet again because of the words of the monks.
The words stirred up a thousand waves, and after a brief silence, the entire Tianyang City fell into a boiling.
"Purple, legendary purple."
"Sure enough, he."
"I said how to look so familiar, it turned out that the legendary purple 宸 returned."
"No wonder that in the sacred land, the people of the Wang family were shot. It turned out that the legendary purple scorpion returned. To say that the Wang family is a big one here, then the whole sacred place is the legendary sable."
"Yes, he is the first sovereign of the Promise."
The whole city was boiling, cheering and noisy.
It seems that since the establishment of Tianyang City, the whole city has not been so lively.
"That is a good and evil monk. It is said that there was a hatred between the adult and the purple scorpion. The singer has always called him evil, and he has been deceived and evil."
"That is the konjac, the fierce battle among the Mozu, and the combat power is very strong."
"That is cold and cold, Zhang Haotian, really handsome and cool."
"That is the Lv Peng, the ancestor of the Promise."
"These are the confidantes of the purple scorpion. The one who wears the red is Wang Xianer, the sister of the Promise, and the ancestor of all the disciples of these royal families."
In the cheers, the voice of the road was also heard.
The people of the kings were first stunned, and then there was a horror on their faces.
They didn't even think of it, they turned out to be purple people, and there is also a respected ancestor.
The group of monks who had been oppressed before were completely shocked after knowing that they were a group of people, and could not say a word.
The little song closed his eyes, and the tears fell down the corner of his eyes, muttering: "The evil report of the Wang family is finally here."
Wang Lang shook his head and smiled, then came forward and immediately saluted: "I have seen my ancestors and I have seen the purple scorpion."
"Who is your ancestor, my Wang Xianer does not have a junior like you."
Wang Xian's pretty face is still full of anger. With a wave of big sleeves, an energy directly flies out to Wang Lang.
Wang Lang was swept by energy and coughed up again. This time he never stood up again after falling down.
The original Wang family disciple who was horrified at the moment was not saying a word at the moment, and all of them were bowed.
"Purple, ancestors,"
Wang Xiangui, who woke up from the coma, almost scared the urine after hearing such an exclamation.
He is so admired for the purple sable that the portrait of the sable is placed at home. However, his heart's refuge to the purple scorpion is far more than worship. In his view, sable is his big backing, so he remembers the name of sable, but he does not pay attention to the appearance of sable.
At the first sight, this was not recognized. The Lord was the one who insisted on offering. On the contrary, he saw the little song of the purple cicada in his room, but he recognized the purple cicada at a glance.
Zi Yan’s eyes swept over a group of Wang’s disciples, and they also passed through Wang Lang’s body. They did not care about the representative figure of the later generation. He said indifferently:
It is not easy to establish the sacred land, and has experienced too many disasters. Rise in the ups and downs, I didn’t expect to be smothered by you."
The Wang family disciple who was so arrogant during the week was not able to say a word at the moment, and even he did not even dare to carry it.
Zi Yan’s words are indifferent:
Today, I need a confession.

The crowd is boiling again. Obviously, the purple scorpion clearly stated that it is necessary to intervene in the Wang family. It is not good for the Wang family to disappear from the sacred land.
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In the Wangcheng House of Wangcheng, the old man who left before appeared again. This time, the performance was more confusing than before. One by one, he immediately fell to the ground, and the five bodies cast their ground and looked down.
"How, is it something to solve,"
The voice came out again, with a little triumph: "There are no people who help Li's predecessors. When he is angry, the entire Tianwu continent has to tremble."
"The ancestors, the one who shot the royal family, is purple."
An old man kneels on the ground and trembles.
"Purple, which purple, can not solve even the old Li," with a touch of anger in the voice.
"The legendary purple, he came back, and those who left that year, are also back, including the fairy ancestors."
"What is Uncle Zi, the aunt of Xianer is back,"
The majestic voice immediately became a surprise. Immediately after the door opened, a middle-aged man rushed out of it. "Come with me, the uncle of Zixiao and the aunt of Xianer are also true. Since they came back, why are they still with us? The Wang family shot."
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Promise, in a closed stone room, suddenly a rush of voice.
"I still hope that my ancestors will go out."
"I still hope that my ancestors will go out."
"I still hope that my ancestors will go out."
The middle-aged man who practiced in the stone room opened his eyes and was dissatisfied: "Don't you say it? Don't bother me when I am closed. I want to impact the supreme, even Wang Lang's little dolls are in supreme, my old guy will never enter the supreme. , will be jokes."
"Qi ancestors, there is news that the Zizhu lord is back."
"What, my brother-in-law came back, is he alone? Where is he?" The middle-aged man flashed a surprise in his eyes~EbookFREE.me~ In Tianyang City, everyone is said to have returned.

"Tianyang City, I will pass immediately."
During the talk, the middle-aged man flashed and disappeared into the closed room.
In another retreat, the innocent Wang Zong, the incumbent, was forcibly awakened.
"There is something in the family," the voice of majesty came.
"The enlightenment of the lord, we just got the news, the Zizhu lord and others, have returned to Tianwu mainland, and are currently in Tianyang City."
"Purple, he finally came back." Wang Hao flashed a touch of joy in his eyes.
"The sable lord is back, but there is some unpleasantness in the middle. The sable lord is in Tianyang City, waiting for one to explain."
"What is the account,"
"The account of the king."