Chapter 693 (1/2)

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A silver cup in Wu Xiang's hand was directly squeezed into powder.

He had a bad feeling for a long time, but he didn't expect that Shengchao and tianwangmen would intervene in this matter.

The atmosphere in the hall was dignified.

Kneeling on the ground, no one dares to reply.

This is the power of the pilgrimage.

Although it is said that today's holy pilgrimage has almost disintegrated, suffering a lot, it is still a noble and irresistible existence in the eyes of most of the pilgrims.

”What? Lingxiao has provoked the son of the holy pilgrimage

Yang Danlin was also flustered, and quickly passed on the voice to ask yuan Zun.

”You're flustered. What's wrong with the holy pilgrimage? Can the holy pilgrimage be lawless? Even if it was the Shengchao in its heyday, it can't be so foolishly. What's more, the present Shengchao is still afraid of farting. Keep your spirits up and don't disgrace Laozi. ”

Yuan Zun scolded.

”It's easy for you to say that the holy Dynasty has ruled Tianlong for more than 100000 years. If we want to resist him, my deep-rooted thinking will not change for a while.”

Yang Danlin had no choice but to smile bitterly.

But he didn't want to help at all.

Among the core disciples, there are also some who secretly gloat. The existence of Lingxiao is a threat to them. If Lingxiao is captured like this, they will be in the early days.

Whether this idea is correct or not, they think so.

”Lord Wu, I know you will be angry, but Lingxiao committed such a heinous crime, you will not catch up with the whole Yuehua sect for him?”

The son looked at Wu Xiang and said with a cold smile.

Wu Xiang clenched his fists and covered his whole body with black Zhenyuan. Behind him appeared a figure like a demon.

He was covered in black paint and looked very cold.

Looking at Wu Xiang's reaction, Chen Nanxing and others were suddenly nervous. That day, the old man with white beard in the royal family was even more in front of the son, fearing Wu Xiang's violent attack.

Behind him, there is also a virtual image. It is a powerful man with a long gun in his hand, which is majestic.

It is said that there were 100000 gold armour soldiers under the account of the king of tota at that time. The soul of the old man should be a general in the golden armour army.

As the breath of the two erupted, the pressure in the hall doubled.

Weak people, feel pale, breathing has become difficult to get up, chest seems to block a ball of cotton, very uncomfortable.

”Patriarch, stop quickly. Do you want the Yuehua sect to be destroyed in your hands?”

At this time, more than ten elders of inner door yelled loudly together.

In addition to the golden emperor, Guanghan Tianzun, Yang Danlin and other individuals, the rest are ready to start to block Wu Xiang and tianwangmen.

”Hum, if a sect can't protect its own disciples, what's the use of it? Forget it

Wu Xiang snorted coldly. Not only did he not mean to stop, but the breath burst out more terrifying.

”Wu Zongzhu, is it really worthwhile for you to do so for the sake of a little sky climbing?”

The son said with a faint smile: ”the sky is just a transcendent realm. It's just a martial art of nine levels. It's nothing at all. Here's something in this palace. It's given to you yuehuazong, which can ensure that you'll have a top talent under 20 years old in a short time.”

As she spoke, she raised her hand and a simple and elegant wooden box appeared in her hand.

It's wooden, though.