C1169 (1/2)
Luan temple in holy land.
”Get out of here.”
On the high throne, Jun qiluo's face is as deep as water.
Just opposite her, the virtual shadow of the moon saint is floating.
Yue Sheng sighed and said, ”qiluo, don't you have any idea about the words of killing Sheng?”
”What can I think of?” Jun qiluo laughed and said: ”I was forced by the situation in those years to become a chess piece for you and Lian Ziyou. Now you have become a chess piece for killing saints. This is karma.”
The holy purple moon shakes her head and says, ”I'm not forced by you.”
”It's Shasheng, not me, who makes you use Xingsheng wine.”
”Qiluo, you misunderstood me too much.”
”My heart, you actually...”
”Shut up Jun qiluo's voice became cold and fierce: ”although the power is lost, you are also the head of the four sages on the surface! Are you still a man after all you've done in the past? ”
The eyes of Yuesheng are full of pain.
But strangely, instead of arguing about it, he sighed and said, ”the secret of killing the Holy tree has not been fully revealed.”
”Is it?” Jun qiluo gave a cold smile.
Yuesheng didn't like it. He hesitated for a while and then said, ”why does the divine tree, which has existed in the holy land for thousands of years, have the breath of God?”
”Why does killing the Holy tree connect with the spirit of the tree?”
Jun Qi Luo is silent.
Yuesheng was silent for a moment, and his eyes were shining. Moriran said, ”because there is an ancient demon buried under the tree of gods.”
”The so-called Holy Land tree is just a little bit of power revealed by the devil when he is asleep!”
”Compared with the demons under the divine tree, the so-called” gods ”in cloud heaven are no different from mole ants at all!”
Jun qiluo's eyes moved slightly: ”how do you know?”
Yuesheng raised his head slightly: ”because I have seen it.”
Junqiluo took a look at Yuesheng, then drew back her eyes and disappeared slowly.
”Alas...”
Yuesheng sighed: ”life is pain, hope has long gone.”
”You still don't understand, Hiro.”
……
The north is barren and full of sky, dark and swamp.
It used to be the brilliant center of Shura civilization, but now it has become a withered swamp, leaving only the ruins and the glory of the past.
It was noon, but in the dark swamp, it was as dark as night.
As if a mysterious force, shrouded in this area.
Even the giant crocodiles in the swamp are very careful when they walk.
Suddenly
A small hillside, exploded.
Five figures, fast skyrocketing!
Immediately, the light in the air flashed several times, followed by a few miserable hum, the five figures separated again.
A silver hair, wearing a bronze mask of the magic Dan dust, and wearing armor left poem, left and right will be three breath cold woman, sandwiched in the middle.
Meidanchen holds the ”dust wind sword” forged by Lei Ji wood and cloud keel in his hand, slightly tilts his head, and his eyes are indifferent;
while Zuoshi holds the solitary rainbow sword left by Zuo Qilang in his right hand, and the ”emperor's sword” taken out of the tears of stars in his left hand, with lightning around his body, just like the same majestic female god of war.
The three women's backs were close to their backs, and their faces turned white. They were all unwilling to show their faces.
”Three heavenly kings, you have no way to go.”
Meidanchen said calmly: ”after tens of thousands of years of suffering in the seal, I thought I could finally break the seal, but I didn't expect death to get in the way. Is there a trace of sadness in your heart?”
The three women wounded by meidanchen and Zuoshi are actually three heavenly kings!
But it is obvious that these three people are just the ghosts of the three heavenly kings.
Everyone's strength is only at the beginning of the holy land.
It's not enough to see meidanchen of shangsheng level and Zuoshi whose strength is rapidly recovering.
”You...”
One of the three heavenly kings said coldly, ”do you know who we are? How dare you humiliate us like this? ”
”This...” Magic Dan dust said with a smile: ”what's your name, what can you do, don't tell me, I'm not interested.”
”Anyway, you so-called ancient gods are just leeks planted by the demons.”
”I'm one of the people in charge of cutting leeks.”
”I don't care what kind of fertilizer you chives grow on.”
“……” The three heavenly kings were black with anger.
But they couldn't fight, and they could only stare.