Chapter 519 (1/2)

The descendant of the God of heaven was stunned. Then Huo turned his head and twisted his face. He was angry for the first time. He stared at Meng Xuan fiercely: ”you are a layman. How can you be a fairy? After merging the spirit of Andromeda, the fairy can awaken the blood of the God, and even give birth to the child of the God. You... Are not qualified, not worthy

Meng Xuan's eyes also become indifferent. The descendants of the gods repeatedly provoke him, which makes Meng Xuan angry. His eyes were upright, as sharp as a sword, and he stabbed into his heart: ”I don't deserve it. Do you deserve it?”

Su Jiujiu is also very dissatisfied with the descendants of the gods, but she is quiet and doesn't like many languages. She just stands behind Meng Xuan and looks at him. Everything she has today is given to her by Meng Xuan. If it wasn't for Meng Xuan, she would have died in the hands of the demons and was killed by the silver winged Yaksha.

The descendants of the God of heaven are very excited, and seldom make such a gaffe. No one knows the horror of the blood of the God better than him. His ancestor, the ancient god of heaven, the iron blood willow, although Shouyuan is almost cut off, no one dares to get close to him.

It's a long process from mortal body to God. It requires not only great perseverance, courage and luck, but also incomparable talent. Every God came up on a sea of corpses.

Two people tit for tat, no one let who.

”Fairy, I am a descendant of the Heavenly God. I can give you a qualification to directly enter the temple of immortals. What's your future with Meng Xuan? ” Said the descendant of the God.

Bai Xiaosheng and others shut up, eyes and nose, nose and heart, drooping their eyes.

Su Jiujiu hugged Meng Xuan's arm and said softly, ”I don't want to. I like Mr. Meng. If I don't follow Mr. Meng again, what's the meaning of my cultivation? I work hard to be with him. ”

Her face is white and flawless, and her eyes are full of love. She is absorbed in looking at Meng Xuan. As for the descendants of the gods and others, they are directly ignored.

There was endless killing in the eyes of the descendants of the God of heaven. Then they closed their eyes. When they opened them again, they were already calm: ”Daoyi, if you can't kill him, bring your head to me.”

”Yes, master.” Dao Yi licked his lips, and his face was cruel.

Su Jiujiu's eyes were worried and apologetic, because it was all because of her. Meng Xuan stroked her hair and said with a smile, ”don't worry, I have everything.”

Su Jiujiu nodded.

The lost immortal yelled: ”good love, I am envious and jealous.”

Su Jiujiu's pretty face turned red, while the lost immortal was laughing.

”It's not easy for the fat man.” Zhu Changsheng said, ”his old body is older than I am, and his body is full of reincarnation.”

The lost immortal said with a smile: ”you are not simple either. You still have the smell of ancient heaven.”

Meng Xuan is meaningful looking at the two fat men, whether they are the lost immortal or Zhu Changsheng, the origin is very mysterious. Especially Zhu Changsheng, when he got crape myrtle clay puppet, he saw the color of endless memory in Zhu Changsheng's eyes.

Is Zhu Changsheng from the ancient heaven?

”What's next?” Someone asked.

Bai Xiaosheng smile: ”the world's first assassination.”

As soon as these words came out, many people were very surprised. They were all people who practiced the great skill of killing. Lin Zong, the hermit Lin family, the ghost gate, and the super killers of Yin Cao's house all appeared.

”This pass must be mine. No one can take it from me.” A young man in a black robe in the ghost gate said that he was handsome and handsome. He didn't look like a killer at all. He was more like a person who had been in a high position for a long time. Killers usually have camouflage, or ordinary, or look extraordinary. Obviously, this person belongs to the latter.