Chapter 1920
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"It's really a strange old man who has already stepped on the immortal gate and is still sentimental here. If he becomes an immortal, why is it hard to enjoy himself?"
The murmuring voice came from the mouth of the young man in the royal guards. Among his stupidity, there was already a monk in the rear who couldn't wait to reach out his hand, pushed the young man hard and staggered him. Meanwhile, the impatient voice rang out
"Where do you come from? You walk slowly and delay me becoming an immortal."
In this curse, with cold and impatience, the young man of royal guards, who rolled around on the ground, got up from the ground and looked back angrily.
Behind him, a middle-aged man with a fierce face was holding his arms contemptuously and looking down with a playful eye.
Then the fierce friar Lei Ji raised a mouthful of saliva and was about to spit it out, but suddenly he raised his hands and covered his neck with a painful hiss.
Next breath, a stream of blood began to shoot out along the Friar's fingers. The whole body of the friar began to tremble violently. At the same time, the cold and hoarse voice came from the front again
"As we said before, the important place of the fairy palace is not to make noise. If you don't listen, you will die like this man!"
As soon as the word "death" came out, all the monks were silent and did not dare to make any more noise. Then they began to move forward quickly, and crossed the Nanxian gate and entered the sea of clouds avenue of the relics of the fairy palace.
Because Jin Hai Da Zun, as a town gate envoy, is not in the fairy palace, so there is no magnificent appearance of rolling golden clouds around the cloud sea road. However, the road on the cloud is still incomparably spectacular.
Among the rolling clouds, a white jade fairy road extends forward and spreads out in all directions, just like a hibiscus branch on the cloud. Although there is no magnificent scenery, it is still shocking.
"This is where the real immortal lives!"
A low voice was heard from a monk. After the killing, these people no doubt restrained their inner surging, followed the bamboo figure in front of them and moved forward quickly.
After the baptism of the war, the destruction of this temple, which has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years, is obvious. After seeing this constant scene of destruction for a long time, the excitement of entering the immortal gate is gradually dissipated.
Then for a very long time, these friars were walking on the long cloud road of the fairy palace. They were in a state of dilapidation and silence. At the same time, more and more people began to doubt the authenticity of the so-called "chosen man" because of the fierce eyes of the friars who patrol from time to time.
Fear will undoubtedly spread out, and the unknown is the perfect hotbed for the former!
So as the group continued to move forward, a little uneasiness gradually appeared on the monk's face. After looking around, he even slowed down a little.
The slowing down of the pace is reflected in the speed of the whole team. Then the friar Zhugan, who is walking in the front, stops his pace, turns around and grins
"You who are chosen by heaven are slow. Don't be discouraged. It's fast. The chance to ascend to heaven is ahead."
This hoarse Jie voice, with a very obvious banter, made some monks at the end of the team subconsciously step back for a distance and want to escape directly.
However, the next breath, the murderous voice, directly rolling down from the front:
"Run? In the face of such a big chance, but still have to run, you do not pay attention to my holy court, do you
Before that, the monk in front of him, whose body shape was like a bamboo pole, suddenly appeared numerous thorns and thorns, and then the cruel voice continued to come out
"The man chosen by heaven is naturally one of hundreds of millions of people. As for those who can't be chosen, there is only one word.
"Death
As soon as this dead word came out, the strong and extremely murderous spirit exploded directly. Then monk Zhugan's right hand swung forward, and the void was immediately cut open by arc phantoms.
These arc lights were the thorns that stretched out from the monk's body. Then these jungle thorns tied the necks of the monks who wanted to escape without accident. Finally, they directly lifted these people up and hung in the air.
From a distance, these friars, covering their necks and struggling in the air, are like gourd blood food swinging back and forth on the blood vine. At the same time, a very thick smell of blood is pouring out directly.
"This place is a relic of the fairy palace. Where can you run
After the hoarse and cold voice continued to spread, the monk began to shake his hands, which turned into long thorns and vines.
With the swing of this hand, the friars on the thorns' hands were easily thrown away. The place where these people were thrown away was just on the side of the sea of clouds Avenue, where thick clouds gathered.
The next breath, this piece of thick cloud spread out, turned out to be a dark hall with a dark hole.
In the dark hall, the thunder was shining, just like the mouth of a giant beast. It swallowed these monks without any fancy, and did not even stir up any waves.
Then a shuddering chill rose in the heart of these monks. At the same time, there was deep fear.
Next breath, after throwing these people into the dark hall, monk Zhugan patted his hands, turned around, and his voice continued to ring out
"Well, everybody, the chance of this step is right in front of you, please."
The words fell, but no one dared to take the lead to move forward. These monks are not fools. The current situation means that the dark hall in front of them is absolutely a tiger's den.
In this case, the color of impatience on monk Zhugan's face became more and more intense. At last, he no longer spoke. Instead, he raised his hand and swept all the monks in front of him.
The next moment, countless thorns and vines, in the depth of the void extended out, continuous into a piece, like a rolling wave out of the clouds.
Then these huge waves surged up and directly flew a monk, and then they were photographed into the dark hall in front of them.
It all starts fast and ends faster.
Then the cloud road was emptied completely, leaving the monk standing in the same place, staring at the entrance of the dark hall with thunder and lightning in front of him, not knowing what to think.
About a quarter of an hour later, another figure in a black robe slowly appeared outside the dark hall, and then the voice sounded:
"Why, you also want to enter the dark hall of the holy court and accept the inheritance?"
"Don't you think that this is the real life legacy of ancient immortals, including blood and cultivation."
After the cold question came from the mouth of monk Zhugan, they both fell into a little silence.
Then time flowed silently, and after a long time, a faint voice continued to ring here
"Before that, people who had immortal blood came to absorb the immortal's legacy, and forced them to reach the pseudo land God fairyland. This time, if they do the opposite, will there be an incredible change?"
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"It's really a strange old man who has already stepped on the immortal gate and is still sentimental here. If he becomes an immortal, why is it hard to enjoy himself?"
The murmuring voice came from the mouth of the young man in the royal guards. Among his stupidity, there was already a monk in the rear who couldn't wait to reach out his hand, pushed the young man hard and staggered him. Meanwhile, the impatient voice rang out
"Where do you come from? You walk slowly and delay me becoming an immortal."
In this curse, with cold and impatience, the young man of royal guards, who rolled around on the ground, got up from the ground and looked back angrily.
Behind him, a middle-aged man with a fierce face was holding his arms contemptuously and looking down with a playful eye.
Then the fierce friar Lei Ji raised a mouthful of saliva and was about to spit it out, but suddenly he raised his hands and covered his neck with a painful hiss.
Next breath, a stream of blood began to shoot out along the Friar's fingers. The whole body of the friar began to tremble violently. At the same time, the cold and hoarse voice came from the front again
"As we said before, the important place of the fairy palace is not to make noise. If you don't listen, you will die like this man!"
As soon as the word "death" came out, all the monks were silent and did not dare to make any more noise. Then they began to move forward quickly, and crossed the Nanxian gate and entered the sea of clouds avenue of the relics of the fairy palace.
Because Jin Hai Da Zun, as a town gate envoy, is not in the fairy palace, so there is no magnificent appearance of rolling golden clouds around the cloud sea road. However, the road on the cloud is still incomparably spectacular.
Among the rolling clouds, a white jade fairy road extends forward and spreads out in all directions, just like a hibiscus branch on the cloud. Although there is no magnificent scenery, it is still shocking.
"This is where the real immortal lives!"
A low voice was heard from a monk. After the killing, these people no doubt restrained their inner surging, followed the bamboo figure in front of them and moved forward quickly.
After the baptism of the war, the destruction of this temple, which has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years, is obvious. After seeing this constant scene of destruction for a long time, the excitement of entering the immortal gate is gradually dissipated.
Then for a very long time, these friars were walking on the long cloud road of the fairy palace. They were in a state of dilapidation and silence. At the same time, more and more people began to doubt the authenticity of the so-called "chosen man" because of the fierce eyes of the friars who patrol from time to time.
Fear will undoubtedly spread out, and the unknown is the perfect hotbed for the former!
So as the group continued to move forward, a little uneasiness gradually appeared on the monk's face. After looking around, he even slowed down a little.
The slowing down of the pace is reflected in the speed of the whole team. Then the friar Zhugan, who is walking in the front, stops his pace, turns around and grins
"You who are chosen by heaven are slow. Don't be discouraged. It's fast. The chance to ascend to heaven is ahead."
This hoarse Jie voice, with a very obvious banter, made some monks at the end of the team subconsciously step back for a distance and want to escape directly.
However, the next breath, the murderous voice, directly rolling down from the front:
"Run? In the face of such a big chance, but still have to run, you do not pay attention to my holy court, do you
Before that, the monk in front of him, whose body shape was like a bamboo pole, suddenly appeared numerous thorns and thorns, and then the cruel voice continued to come out
"The man chosen by heaven is naturally one of hundreds of millions of people. As for those who can't be chosen, there is only one word.
"Death
As soon as this dead word came out, the strong and extremely murderous spirit exploded directly. Then monk Zhugan's right hand swung forward, and the void was immediately cut open by arc phantoms.
These arc lights were the thorns that stretched out from the monk's body. Then these jungle thorns tied the necks of the monks who wanted to escape without accident. Finally, they directly lifted these people up and hung in the air.
From a distance, these friars, covering their necks and struggling in the air, are like gourd blood food swinging back and forth on the blood vine. At the same time, a very thick smell of blood is pouring out directly.
"This place is a relic of the fairy palace. Where can you run
After the hoarse and cold voice continued to spread, the monk began to shake his hands, which turned into long thorns and vines.
With the swing of this hand, the friars on the thorns' hands were easily thrown away. The place where these people were thrown away was just on the side of the sea of clouds Avenue, where thick clouds gathered.
The next breath, this piece of thick cloud spread out, turned out to be a dark hall with a dark hole.
In the dark hall, the thunder was shining, just like the mouth of a giant beast. It swallowed these monks without any fancy, and did not even stir up any waves.
Then a shuddering chill rose in the heart of these monks. At the same time, there was deep fear.
Next breath, after throwing these people into the dark hall, monk Zhugan patted his hands, turned around, and his voice continued to ring out
"Well, everybody, the chance of this step is right in front of you, please."
The words fell, but no one dared to take the lead to move forward. These monks are not fools. The current situation means that the dark hall in front of them is absolutely a tiger's den.
In this case, the color of impatience on monk Zhugan's face became more and more intense. At last, he no longer spoke. Instead, he raised his hand and swept all the monks in front of him.
The next moment, countless thorns and vines, in the depth of the void extended out, continuous into a piece, like a rolling wave out of the clouds.
Then these huge waves surged up and directly flew a monk, and then they were photographed into the dark hall in front of them.
It all starts fast and ends faster.
Then the cloud road was emptied completely, leaving the monk standing in the same place, staring at the entrance of the dark hall with thunder and lightning in front of him, not knowing what to think.
About a quarter of an hour later, another figure in a black robe slowly appeared outside the dark hall, and then the voice sounded:
"Why, you also want to enter the dark hall of the holy court and accept the inheritance?"
"Don't you think that this is the real life legacy of ancient immortals, including blood and cultivation."
After the cold question came from the mouth of monk Zhugan, they both fell into a little silence.
Then time flowed silently, and after a long time, a faint voice continued to ring here
"Before that, people who had immortal blood came to absorb the immortal's legacy, and forced them to reach the pseudo land God fairyland. This time, if they do the opposite, will there be an incredible change?"
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"It's really a strange old man who has already stepped on the immortal gate and is still sentimental here. If he becomes an immortal, why is it hard to enjoy himself?"The murmuring voice came from the mouth of the young man in the royal guards. Among his stupidity, there was already a monk in the rear who couldn't wait to reach out his hand, pushed the young man hard and staggered him. Meanwhile, the impatient voice rang out"Where do you come from? You walk slowly and delay me becoming an immortal."In this curse, with cold and impatience, the young man of royal guards, who rolled around on the ground, got up from the ground and looked back angrily.Behind him, a middle-aged man with a fierce face was holding his arms contemptuously and looking down with a playful eye.Then the fierce friar Lei Ji raised a mouthful of saliva and was about to spit it out, but suddenly he raised his hands and covered his neck with a painful hiss.Next breath, a stream of blood began to shoot out along the Friar's fingers. The whole body of the friar began to tremble violently. At the same time, the cold and hoarse voice came from the front again"As we said before, the important place of the fairy palace is not to make noise. If you don't listen, you will die like this man!"As soon as the word "death" came out, all the monks were silent and did not dare to make any more noise. Then they began to move forward quickly, and crossed the Nanxian gate and entered the sea of clouds avenue of the relics of the fairy palace.Because Jin Hai Da Zun, as a town gate envoy, is not in the fairy palace, so there is no magnificent appearance of rolling golden clouds around the cloud sea road. However, the road on the cloud is still incomparably spectacular.Among the rolling clouds, a white jade fairy road extends forward and spreads out in all directions, just like a hibiscus branch on the cloud. Although there is no magnificent scenery, it is still shocking."This is where the real immortal lives!"A low voice was heard from a monk. After the killing, these people no doubt restrained their inner surging, followed the bamboo figure in front of them and moved forward quickly.After the baptism of the war, the destruction of this temple, which has been abandoned for tens of thousands of years, is obvious. After seeing this constant scene of destruction for a long time, the excitement of entering the immortal gate is gradually dissipated.Then for a very long time, these friars were walking on the long cloud road of the fairy palace. They were in a state of dilapidation and silence. At the same time, more and more people began to doubt the authenticity of the so-called "chosen man" because of the fierce eyes of the friars who patrol from time to time.Fear will undoubtedly spread out, and the unknown is the perfect hotbed for the former!So as the group continued to move forward, a little uneasiness gradually appeared on the monk's face. After looking around, he even slowed down a little.The slowing down of the pace is reflected in the speed of the whole team. Then the friar Zhugan, who is walking in the front, stops his pace, turns around and grins"You who are chosen by heaven are slow. Don't be discouraged. It's fast. The chance to ascend to heaven is ahead."This hoarse Jie voice, with a very obvious banter, made some monks at the end of the team subconsciously step back for a distance and want to escape directly.However, the next breath, the murderous voice, directly rolling down from the front:"Run? In the face of such a big chance, but still have to run, you do not pay attention to my holy court, do youBefore that, the monk in front of him, whose body shape was like a bamboo pole, suddenly appeared numerous thorns and thorns, and then the cruel voice continued to come out"The man chosen by heaven is naturally one of hundreds of millions of people. As for those who can't be chosen, there is only one word."DeathAs soon as this dead word came out, the strong and extremely murderous spirit exploded directly. Then monk Zhugan's right hand swung forward, and the void was immediately cut open by arc phantoms.These arc lights were the thorns that stretched out from the monk's body. Then these jungle thorns tied the necks of the monks who wanted to escape without accident. Finally, they directly lifted these people up and hung in the air.From a distance, these friars, covering their necks and struggling in the air, are like gourd blood food swinging back and forth on the blood vine. At the same time, a very thick smell of blood is pouring out directly."This place is a relic of the fairy palace. Where can you runAfter the hoarse and cold voice continued to spread, the monk began to shake his hands, which turned into long thorns and vines.With the swing of this hand, the friars on the thorns' hands were easily thrown away. The place where these people were thrown away was just on the side of the sea of clouds Avenue, where thick clouds gathered.The next breath, this piece of thick cloud spread out, turned out to be a dark hall with a dark hole.In the dark hall, the thunder was shining, just like the mouth of a giant beast. It swallowed these monks without any fancy, and did not even stir up any waves.Then a shuddering chill rose in the heart of these monks. At the same time, there was deep fear.Next breath, after throwing these people into the dark hall, monk Zhugan patted his hands, turned around, and his voice continued to ring out"Well, everybody, the chance of this step is right in front of you, please."The words fell, but no one dared to take the lead to move forward. These monks are not fools. The current situation means that the dark hall in front of them is absolutely a tiger's den.In this case, the color of impatience on monk Zhugan's face became more and more intense. At last, he no longer spoke. Instead, he raised his hand and swept all the monks in front of him.The next moment, countless thorns and vines, in the depth of the void extended out, continuous into a piece, like a rolling wave out of the clouds.Then these huge waves surged up and directly flew a monk, and then they were photographed into the dark hall in front of them.It all starts fast and ends faster.Then the cloud road was emptied completely, leaving the monk standing in the same place, staring at the entrance of the dark hall with thunder and lightning in front of him, not knowing what to think.About a quarter of an hour later, another figure in a black robe slowly appeared outside the dark hall, and then the voice sounded:"Why, you also want to enter the dark hall of the holy court and accept the inheritance?""Don't you think that this is the real life legacy of ancient immortals, including blood and cultivation."After the cold question came from the mouth of monk Zhugan, they both fell into a little silence.Then time flowed silently, and after a long time, a faint voice continued to ring here"Before that, people who had immortal blood came to absorb the immortal's legacy, and forced them to reach the pseudo land God fairyland. This time, if they do the opposite, will there be an incredible change?"www.novelhold.com , the fastest update of the webnovel!
