Chapter 167
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When the mountain and sea map disappeared and millions of people evacuated in an orderly manner, the snow began to fall without any barrier. In less than half a column of incense, the White Jade Road and the wall of the White Emperor Palace, which was black, were put on a layer of white clothes, showing a different color.
In winter, the northwest of summer is cold and full of water vapor, so the snow is frequent. The wide white jade road in front of the White Emperor Palace is also often covered with snow, as if full of pear blossoms. However, the scene at this moment has never happened since the establishment of the divine capital, because the White Emperor Palace, which symbolizes the power center of the great summer, has come face-to-face with an alien race A deadly enemy.
Xu Sheng, a tall, simple man standing like a mountain, raised his bloody bow as high as his body. His right hand was slowly pulled open, and a dragon appeared on the bow. It was scarlet and covered with scales. Each piece of it was lifelike, like a living dragon. It pointed straight ahead, and a faint and rough voice sounded:
"the imperial palace of the sun, He went to the meeting alone and went straight to the capital of the great summer. He even risked his life. What can I do for you? "
The Kong emperor stopped moving forward. His golden pupil looked directly at the Duke of Wei in front of him. He responded faintly, but there was a trace of mockery in his tone:
"I can't walk here without you letting me into the capital. But you should understand that calculating an emperor of an empire, especially when I'm about to die soon How much will it cost. "
"I have the confidence and the ability to control all these situations, and you are doomed to be unable to get out of the capital."
As the voice dropped, the Duke of Wei released his right hand, and the blood dragon on the bow string roared and disappeared in an instant.
"Magic power. Cloud piercing."
Cloud from the dragon, wind from the tiger, Xu's cloud piercing magic is the strongest level is to directly pull out a virtual blood dragon, can be the whole space of the target exiled!
At the same time, in front of the golden light and shadow on the Baiyu Avenue, the space is broken, and a huge blood colored faucet is stretched out from it, and it bites the space below.
"Since crossing the Kunlun Mountains, I have never thought of going back alive."
The golden flame of faith began to burn fiercely on the empty emperor. For the first time, he released all his momentum in the holy capital, which was not the divine power of the road. It was like a golden sea of air, sweeping towards all directions and eight methods. He raised his right fist and hit the empty blood dragon. Dense cracks appeared in the space in front of him. The whole white Emperor Palace was shocked Even the huge round hill platform has a strong sense of earthquake!
"Grandma?"
On the three-layer platform Tianxin stone, with a crown on his head and blood red in the middle of his eyebrows, Zhao Yu turned to look at the old empress dowager with the same complexion. At the same time, there was a huge shadow behind him, bareheaded and burly.
At some time, a transparent boundary appeared on the Tianxin stone, isolating the snowflakes from the sky. The Empress Dowager raised her hand and patted Zhao Yu on the back of her hand. She said softly, "grandma is still here. Don't worry."
The seventh day under the road, too day.
Taibai, that is, Venus, is in charge of killing, so the seventh heaven is also the most important one. Around Empress Wu, there is an endless stream of Jinge colliding with each other and roaring in the battlefield. Then an endless stream of Western Gengjin gas comes from the void. Every breath will leave a slow healing and dark space crack behind.
There is only one way to cross it in the daytime, and there is no way to do it. That is to face the confrontation and defeat it squarely. The light yellow gas of Gengjin, with the spirit of cutting everything apart, gradually forms a giant Taibai martial god in front of Empress Wu, which is the will of the seventh heaven to the saints.
Taibai Wushen raised his huge hands, first clasped his fist, then stretched out his right palm, and made a gesture of human race competition. In the sky, the Regent Empress Wu, who was as small as a grain of rice in the sky, did not change his face. After saluting, he deceived himself and instantly appeared a giant rosefinch on the White Emperor's palace!
The White Emperor's palace, which had hardly experienced the fire of war, detonated two of the world's most spectacular wars in an instant. The whole Shenjing City shrouded in heavy snow was extremely cold. Even in the underground palace, you could feel the cold breath of war.
Fortunately, the atmosphere in the underground palace was relatively stable. The children who came here for the first time looked at countless torches around them in their mother's arms, and the officials of the capital city who were constantly explaining it aloud. The clear voice of the coarse mine told the people in the capital city that this was because of the attack of high-level monks to avoid affecting innocent people, and it was not the loss of the front line This made the people in Shenjing, who were a little worried, put their hearts down. They even chatted with their acquaintances. As for the so-called high-level monks, is there a shortage of them in summer?
It is obvious that there is no shortage of high-level friars in Daxia, but this time, the Shenji Pavilion, the series of conspiracies against Da Xia by Ming Zong and the sun empire are more difficult and critical than everyone imagined, because after a quarter of an hour since Moyo passed, the map of Daxia's artifact mountain still has not been restored, and Daxia Yijiu keeps his eyes closed.
In the middle of Shenjing, it's the tower of heaven.
In the hall on the first floor, most of the monks were assigned to evacuate the people and guard the four sides of the city wall, so it seemed a little open. Even the busy streets outside the temple had been emptied, and the ground was covered with a layer of snow.It's very strange, and the wave that can't be detected wanders quickly over the street, but it doesn't cause any change. The snow is still falling and there are no footprints on the snow, but there is an indescribable sense of disobedience in the void.
Strange waves intrude from the gate of Si Tian tower, and then spread in all directions. Most of the waves disappear towards the upper layer of the tower, and one of them goes to the hall on the first floor. After wandering around in the air, they look down at the bottom without breath.
There are not many people below. In the main hall, Lin Xiao, a little god of killing, is dressed in red. There is also a young girl named Niantong who accompanies him. In the shadow of the corner, sitting on a wheelchair, she still looks up at the top of the tower and looks worried.
She is the brain of Si Tianjian's daily processing, and also Li Chunfeng's most satisfied successor. She did not send people to the top level for rescue, because there were restrictions on each floor of the tower, because she knew there was a bronze coffin there.
The floating strange waves of the hall on the first floor. The blue vertical eyes on her forehead look at the unsuspecting Wheelchair Girl in the shadow of the hall. From top to bottom, it seems that she has shuttled through the whole space. She appears directly on the top of the latter's head and takes a picture with one hand!
"Your Highness is right as expected. There are really mice who can hide themselves and secretly plan mountains and seas."
Faster than the voice is a raging whirling hurricane, which can blow through the black hair of the girl in the wheelchair, but it will be behind the black shadow, into the air, thousands of wind blade.
Magic. Storm storm.
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When the mountain and sea map disappeared and millions of people evacuated in an orderly manner, the snow began to fall without any barrier. In less than half a column of incense, the White Jade Road and the wall of the White Emperor Palace, which was black, were put on a layer of white clothes, showing a different color.
In winter, the northwest of summer is cold and full of water vapor, so the snow is frequent. The wide white jade road in front of the White Emperor Palace is also often covered with snow, as if full of pear blossoms. However, the scene at this moment has never happened since the establishment of the divine capital, because the White Emperor Palace, which symbolizes the power center of the great summer, has come face-to-face with an alien race A deadly enemy.
Xu Sheng, a tall, simple man standing like a mountain, raised his bloody bow as high as his body. His right hand was slowly pulled open, and a dragon appeared on the bow. It was scarlet and covered with scales. Each piece of it was lifelike, like a living dragon. It pointed straight ahead, and a faint and rough voice sounded:
"the imperial palace of the sun, He went to the meeting alone and went straight to the capital of the great summer. He even risked his life. What can I do for you? "
The Kong emperor stopped moving forward. His golden pupil looked directly at the Duke of Wei in front of him. He responded faintly, but there was a trace of mockery in his tone:
"I can't walk here without you letting me into the capital. But you should understand that calculating an emperor of an empire, especially when I'm about to die soon How much will it cost. "
"I have the confidence and the ability to control all these situations, and you are doomed to be unable to get out of the capital."
As the voice dropped, the Duke of Wei released his right hand, and the blood dragon on the bow string roared and disappeared in an instant.
"Magic power. Cloud piercing."
Cloud from the dragon, wind from the tiger, Xu's cloud piercing magic is the strongest level is to directly pull out a virtual blood dragon, can be the whole space of the target exiled!
At the same time, in front of the golden light and shadow on the Baiyu Avenue, the space is broken, and a huge blood colored faucet is stretched out from it, and it bites the space below.
"Since crossing the Kunlun Mountains, I have never thought of going back alive."
The golden flame of faith began to burn fiercely on the empty emperor. For the first time, he released all his momentum in the holy capital, which was not the divine power of the road. It was like a golden sea of air, sweeping towards all directions and eight methods. He raised his right fist and hit the empty blood dragon. Dense cracks appeared in the space in front of him. The whole white Emperor Palace was shocked Even the huge round hill platform has a strong sense of earthquake!
"Grandma?"
On the three-layer platform Tianxin stone, with a crown on his head and blood red in the middle of his eyebrows, Zhao Yu turned to look at the old empress dowager with the same complexion. At the same time, there was a huge shadow behind him, bareheaded and burly.
At some time, a transparent boundary appeared on the Tianxin stone, isolating the snowflakes from the sky. The Empress Dowager raised her hand and patted Zhao Yu on the back of her hand. She said softly, "grandma is still here. Don't worry."
The seventh day under the road, too day.
Taibai, that is, Venus, is in charge of killing, so the seventh heaven is also the most important one. Around Empress Wu, there is an endless stream of Jinge colliding with each other and roaring in the battlefield. Then an endless stream of Western Gengjin gas comes from the void. Every breath will leave a slow healing and dark space crack behind.
There is only one way to cross it in the daytime, and there is no way to do it. That is to face the confrontation and defeat it squarely. The light yellow gas of Gengjin, with the spirit of cutting everything apart, gradually forms a giant Taibai martial god in front of Empress Wu, which is the will of the seventh heaven to the saints.
Taibai Wushen raised his huge hands, first clasped his fist, then stretched out his right palm, and made a gesture of human race competition. In the sky, the Regent Empress Wu, who was as small as a grain of rice in the sky, did not change his face. After saluting, he deceived himself and instantly appeared a giant rosefinch on the White Emperor's palace!
The White Emperor's palace, which had hardly experienced the fire of war, detonated two of the world's most spectacular wars in an instant. The whole Shenjing City shrouded in heavy snow was extremely cold. Even in the underground palace, you could feel the cold breath of war.
Fortunately, the atmosphere in the underground palace was relatively stable. The children who came here for the first time looked at countless torches around them in their mother's arms, and the officials of the capital city who were constantly explaining it aloud. The clear voice of the coarse mine told the people in the capital city that this was because of the attack of high-level monks to avoid affecting innocent people, and it was not the loss of the front line This made the people in Shenjing, who were a little worried, put their hearts down. They even chatted with their acquaintances. As for the so-called high-level monks, is there a shortage of them in summer?
It is obvious that there is no shortage of high-level friars in Daxia, but this time, the Shenji Pavilion, the series of conspiracies against Da Xia by Ming Zong and the sun empire are more difficult and critical than everyone imagined, because after a quarter of an hour since Moyo passed, the map of Daxia's artifact mountain still has not been restored, and Daxia Yijiu keeps his eyes closed.
In the middle of Shenjing, it's the tower of heaven.
In the hall on the first floor, most of the monks were assigned to evacuate the people and guard the four sides of the city wall, so it seemed a little open. Even the busy streets outside the temple had been emptied, and the ground was covered with a layer of snow.It's very strange, and the wave that can't be detected wanders quickly over the street, but it doesn't cause any change. The snow is still falling and there are no footprints on the snow, but there is an indescribable sense of disobedience in the void.
Strange waves intrude from the gate of Si Tian tower, and then spread in all directions. Most of the waves disappear towards the upper layer of the tower, and one of them goes to the hall on the first floor. After wandering around in the air, they look down at the bottom without breath.
There are not many people below. In the main hall, Lin Xiao, a little god of killing, is dressed in red. There is also a young girl named Niantong who accompanies him. In the shadow of the corner, sitting on a wheelchair, she still looks up at the top of the tower and looks worried.
She is the brain of Si Tianjian's daily processing, and also Li Chunfeng's most satisfied successor. She did not send people to the top level for rescue, because there were restrictions on each floor of the tower, because she knew there was a bronze coffin there.
The floating strange waves of the hall on the first floor. The blue vertical eyes on her forehead look at the unsuspecting Wheelchair Girl in the shadow of the hall. From top to bottom, it seems that she has shuttled through the whole space. She appears directly on the top of the latter's head and takes a picture with one hand!
"Your Highness is right as expected. There are really mice who can hide themselves and secretly plan mountains and seas."
Faster than the voice is a raging whirling hurricane, which can blow through the black hair of the girl in the wheelchair, but it will be behind the black shadow, into the air, thousands of wind blade.
Magic. Storm storm.
www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
When the mountain and sea map disappeared and millions of people evacuated in an orderly manner, the snow began to fall without any barrier. In less than half a column of incense, the White Jade Road and the wall of the White Emperor Palace, which was black, were put on a layer of white clothes, showing a different color. In winter, the northwest of summer is cold and full of water vapor, so the snow is frequent. The wide white jade road in front of the White Emperor Palace is also often covered with snow, as if full of pear blossoms. However, the scene at this moment has never happened since the establishment of the divine capital, because the White Emperor Palace, which symbolizes the power center of the great summer, has come face-to-face with an alien race A deadly enemy. Xu Sheng, a tall, simple man standing like a mountain, raised his bloody bow as high as his body. His right hand was slowly pulled open, and a dragon appeared on the bow. It was scarlet and covered with scales. Each piece of it was lifelike, like a living dragon. It pointed straight ahead, and a faint and rough voice sounded: "the imperial palace of the sun, He went to the meeting alone and went straight to the capital of the great summer. He even risked his life. What can I do for you? " The Kong emperor stopped moving forward. His golden pupil looked directly at the Duke of Wei in front of him. He responded faintly, but there was a trace of mockery in his tone: "I can't walk here without you letting me into the capital. But you should understand that calculating an emperor of an empire, especially when I'm about to die soon How much will it cost. " "I have the confidence and the ability to control all these situations, and you are doomed to be unable to get out of the capital." As the voice dropped, the Duke of Wei released his right hand, and the blood dragon on the bow string roared and disappeared in an instant. "Magic power. Cloud piercing." Cloud from the dragon, wind from the tiger, Xu's cloud piercing magic is the strongest level is to directly pull out a virtual blood dragon, can be the whole space of the target exiled! At the same time, in front of the golden light and shadow on the Baiyu Avenue, the space is broken, and a huge blood colored faucet is stretched out from it, and it bites the space below. "Since crossing the Kunlun Mountains, I have never thought of going back alive." The golden flame of faith began to burn fiercely on the empty emperor. For the first time, he released all his momentum in the holy capital, which was not the divine power of the road. It was like a golden sea of air, sweeping towards all directions and eight methods. He raised his right fist and hit the empty blood dragon. Dense cracks appeared in the space in front of him. The whole white Emperor Palace was shocked Even the huge round hill platform has a strong sense of earthquake! "Grandma?" On the three-layer platform Tianxin stone, with a crown on his head and blood red in the middle of his eyebrows, Zhao Yu turned to look at the old empress dowager with the same complexion. At the same time, there was a huge shadow behind him, bareheaded and burly. At some time, a transparent boundary appeared on the Tianxin stone, isolating the snowflakes from the sky. The Empress Dowager raised her hand and patted Zhao Yu on the back of her hand. She said softly, "grandma is still here. Don't worry." The seventh day under the road, too day. Taibai, that is, Venus, is in charge of killing, so the seventh heaven is also the most important one. Around Empress Wu, there is an endless stream of Jinge colliding with each other and roaring in the battlefield. Then an endless stream of Western Gengjin gas comes from the void. Every breath will leave a slow healing and dark space crack behind. There is only one way to cross it in the daytime, and there is no way to do it. That is to face the confrontation and defeat it squarely. The light yellow gas of Gengjin, with the spirit of cutting everything apart, gradually forms a giant Taibai martial god in front of Empress Wu, which is the will of the seventh heaven to the saints. Taibai Wushen raised his huge hands, first clasped his fist, then stretched out his right palm, and made a gesture of human race competition. In the sky, the Regent Empress Wu, who was as small as a grain of rice in the sky, did not change his face. After saluting, he deceived himself and instantly appeared a giant rosefinch on the White Emperor's palace! The White Emperor's palace, which had hardly experienced the fire of war, detonated two of the world's most spectacular wars in an instant. The whole Shenjing City shrouded in heavy snow was extremely cold. Even in the underground palace, you could feel the cold breath of war. Fortunately, the atmosphere in the underground palace was relatively stable. The children who came here for the first time looked at countless torches around them in their mother's arms, and the officials of the capital city who were constantly explaining it aloud. The clear voice of the coarse mine told the people in the capital city that this was because of the attack of high-level monks to avoid affecting innocent people, and it was not the loss of the front line This made the people in Shenjing, who were a little worried, put their hearts down. They even chatted with their acquaintances. As for the so-called high-level monks, is there a shortage of them in summer? It is obvious that there is no shortage of high-level friars in Daxia, but this time, the Shenji Pavilion, the series of conspiracies against Da Xia by Ming Zong and the sun empire are more difficult and critical than everyone imagined, because after a quarter of an hour since Moyo passed, the map of Daxia's artifact mountain still has not been restored, and Daxia Yijiu keeps his eyes closed. In the middle of Shenjing, it's the tower of heaven. In the hall on the first floor, most of the monks were assigned to evacuate the people and guard the four sides of the city wall, so it seemed a little open. Even the busy streets outside the temple had been emptied, and the ground was covered with a layer of snow.It's very strange, and the wave that can't be detected wanders quickly over the street, but it doesn't cause any change. The snow is still falling and there are no footprints on the snow, but there is an indescribable sense of disobedience in the void. Strange waves intrude from the gate of Si Tian tower, and then spread in all directions. Most of the waves disappear towards the upper layer of the tower, and one of them goes to the hall on the first floor. After wandering around in the air, they look down at the bottom without breath. There are not many people below. In the main hall, Lin Xiao, a little god of killing, is dressed in red. There is also a young girl named Niantong who accompanies him. In the shadow of the corner, sitting on a wheelchair, she still looks up at the top of the tower and looks worried. She is the brain of Si Tianjian's daily processing, and also Li Chunfeng's most satisfied successor. She did not send people to the top level for rescue, because there were restrictions on each floor of the tower, because she knew there was a bronze coffin there. The floating strange waves of the hall on the first floor. The blue vertical eyes on her forehead look at the unsuspecting Wheelchair Girl in the shadow of the hall. From top to bottom, it seems that she has shuttled through the whole space. She appears directly on the top of the latter's head and takes a picture with one hand! "Your Highness is right as expected. There are really mice who can hide themselves and secretly plan mountains and seas." Faster than the voice is a raging whirling hurricane, which can blow through the black hair of the girl in the wheelchair, but it will be behind the black shadow, into the air, thousands of wind blade. Magic. Storm storm. www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
