Chapter 899 (1/2)
Even if you hide deep, still be Shangguan Wan'er instantaneous capture.
”Shangguan Wan'er, who has never been so powerful?” Wang spider is surprised to say to demon Tian Shang.
Demon day Shang did not answer, but frown slightly.
”Ang!”
The son of Moco sat down and the dragon and horse hissed. People all around feel the threat of Shangguan Wan'er.
”Shut up!” The son of Moco defeated the king of dragon and horse.
”Your Majesty, is Shangguan Waner warning everyone not to make trouble at this time?” One of the subordinates sticks to the road.
The son of Moco looked gloomy and did not reply.
Shangguan Wan'er looks around. The purpose has been achieved. She turns to Wu's hall.
”Holy Lord, everything is in order. Yuan Tiangang has gone to the boundary pillar of the town!” Shangguan Wan'er said respectfully.
”Kuang!”
The door of the hall opened.
All the people looked at the hall and saw the golden light gushing out of the hall.
Under the golden light, Jingyu stepped out step by step.
”See the Lord!” Nearly ten thousand practitioners respectfully paid homage to the Dragon robed Jingyu.
With a Dragon Robe and a flat crown on his head, he stepped out.
With a wave of his broad sleeve robe, Jingluo's eyes exuded a solemn and noble atmosphere.
Step by step, step on the square, jingku a swing sleeve robe, looking at the four sides.
”Visit the Lord, and enjoy the immortals and blessings forever, and live as long as the heaven!” The four sides worshipped again.
Standing in front of Wu's hall, Jingluo overlooks the four sides and the world.
A kind of imperial power was sent out, and countless practitioners were convinced by this imperial spirit.
”Flat out!” It's a light road in Beijing.
”Thank you, Lord!” Nearly ten thousand practitioners said respectfully.
The four directions are solemn and solemn. At this moment, Dazhao mountain is a million miles round, and endless practitioners dare not breathe. For a while, the needle of Dazhao mountain can be heard.
But, after all, the accident happened!
”Jingku!”
Suddenly, a sudden voice sounded.
With a cry, Shangguan Wan'er's face changed, and the faces of nearly ten million practitioners in the Dazhao holy land also sank.