Chapter 1410 (1/2)
Hōng!
Still not waiting for Xianle to wake up from meditation, there was a roar of sound outside the virtual city.
“not good!”
Xianle suddenly got up, and he immediately left the city’s main government, looking at the sky.
I saw the oriental wall in the virtual city of the gods. At this moment, it was broken, and countless boulders were filled with smoke.
Among the smoke, there is a figure in the vagueness, which is looming.
Xianle’s pupils are shrinking. “This fellow, really dare to do this!”
He was shocked and angry, looking at the cloud of smoke.
Sōu sōu 嗖… On the sky, a path of the figure rises and rises, full of anger.
“impudent! Who dares to make a move in the virtual city of my genre!”
“The wall of the virtual city of the gods, who is coming, dare to be so disrespectful!”
“Is it possible, is the rest of the fairy sect hit a person when he’s down !?”
“Looking for death, I am waiting here, dare someone to smash the wall, it is the direct descendant, and don’t want to go!”
a path of anger sounds, the cultivator in the virtual city of the gods, hundreds of thousands of people, just vacated the road, there are almost 80,000 people.
Eighty thousand people, if the sky is covered, the many cultivators below are stunned.
“Those who are the heroes of the wind and thunder!”?”
“My God, 80,000 people, when, there are so many disciples in the city!”
“Who is the person who came, dare to provoke the wind and thunder!”
In the entire city, there is a sigh of relief, countless cultivators have retreated, and many expressions on their faces have gathered.
Eight Myriad Dao Jun, this is amazing. These 80,000 people are not ordinary Taojun. Everyone is a Discipline Disciple. In the Culture World, in the eyes of ordinary people, it is in the rank of genius.
Someone actually provoked the wind and thunder in this time, this is not crazy! ?
Among the many princes’ eyes, the smoke gradually dissipated, revealing a figure.
White bi-wing exhibition sky!
Qin Xuan looked indifferently. He looked at the 80,000 people in the air, and he did not have a half trace change.
But in the air of the eight Myriad Dao Jun, and even in this virtual city of the gods, all the tyrants of the genre of the real thing recognized Qin Xuan, his face suddenly changed.
“It’s him, Qin Changqing!”
“The road is not going, the yellow spring is biased, I still want to go to you, you are actually sent to the door!”
“Qin Changqing, pay for my Senior Brother!”
In an instant, there are almost tens of thousands of figures in the virtual city of the gods.
a path of the general trend, starting from the sky.
A full number of Myriad Dao Jun, at this moment, is like a sea of people.
Everyone, with anger, or eyes with killing intent.
Qin Xuan and Feng Lei Wanwu’s hatred is like Blood Sea, 30,000 Disciple is annihilated by Qin Xuan, how many people are their same door Senior Brother, who is good with them.
The anger of hundreds of thousands of people is that the mountains are all flat and the rivers can be broken. What’s more, the dozens of Myriad Dao figures, each of them is a prince, who has the ability to smash the mountains and destroy the mountains. But between the thoughts.
Ten of Myriad Dao’s anger and killing intent, even at this moment, it seems to be turned into an infinite Mountain, endless sea, this general trend, that is, the subordinates of the next sect, are complexion pale, and do not dare to move.
This is the light, and the Baleful Qi is enough to make their minds sway.
If make a move, what is it?
“Retreat! To great war, Qin Changqing is deliberate!”
“Ten tens of thousands of fairy avenues, this time, Qin Changqing is the dragon nest!”
“Don’t want to die, speed out of the city, a million-mile appearance!”
a path of panic, shocking sounds.
The whole giant city is completely chaotic, and there is a Disciple of the wind and thunder, and even the already can’t help but make a move.
At this moment, a figure swept away and landed in front of all the Disciples of the wind and thunder.
“Senre Senior Brother!”