Chapter 2125
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"Boom, boom!"
In the void outside the city of Wanghe, Sanhe Prefecture suddenly roared loudly, just like rolling thunder, rising out of thin air. While ringing through the world, it also made countless refugees outside the city panic and panic.
At the next breath, the mighty and extremely turbid river appeared from the end of the south, and rushed into the sky like a turbid yellow dragon, really leaning on the sky and grounding.
"In the south, the river pouring all over the sky is in the south. Can't the big river in the South burst its banks?"
For a moment, the cry of extreme panic began to come from the countless refugees outside Wanghe City, and their frightened eyes reflected a terrible scene of torrential flood.
It is no exaggeration to say that once the flood is photographed with infinite impact, the whole Wanghe City, including all the people who fled Sanhe County outside the city, will be buried under the flood.
"Damn it, damn it, God doesn't give you a way to live!"
When the flood hit, the refugees in Sanhe County, who were already on the verge of despair, completely destroyed their psychological defense line. While crying bitterly, they continued to yell:
"Thief God, I'm not willing, I'm not willing!"
As soon as the voice of these people stopped crying, they found that there was a great difference in the roaring torrent above their heads, and then made a sharper strange cry:
"Look, it's a face. There's a face in the river!"
As soon as the words came out, countless people looked up and saw the huge face emerging in the turbid river. For a time, they stood there and couldn't say anything.
After a moment, an ancient and heavy pressure slapped down from above before rolling the river, so that all the refugees on the ground bent their knees and knelt directly on the muddy ground. Then they looked up to the sky and shouted:
"It's the ancient immortal who established a Taoist temple in the south of Sanhe county. This Sanhe really came to save us!"
This high voice was undoubtedly to ignite the flame of hope, and instantly let countless people outside Wanghe City see the hot and dazzling dawn from the endless abyss of despair. Then these refugees just wanted to echo loudly, but they stopped like ducks pinched by their throats.
Because the flood tornado in front appeared in the wasteland outside Wanghe city without a pause, but continued to move forward violently. In an instant, a large number of people from Sanhe County kneeling on the ground were involved in the void, and then crushed into powder and turned into blood dance. Those who died could not die again.
Such a terrible scene made the refugees in the rear look at all this. Their bodies subconsciously trembled like rice sieve. They wanted to run back, but they found that the whole body seemed to be pressed with infinite weight and could not move. They could only watch the torrent of people overturn and sweep forward.
The torrent rolled like an invincible sword, and countless people were chopped along the way. After the blood and flesh mixed into the flood, even the muddy river appeared scarlet to the naked eye.
After a few short breaths, the torrent of harvesting the lives of countless creatures directly approached the humble low mountain on the wasteland outside the city.
In a few moments, the tornado torrent mixed with sand and flesh hovered directly over the void, from dynamic to static, and in an instant, formed an extremely terrible scene.
Cover the sky and flood, hover in the void!
At the same time, the face above the flood became more and more clear, and then condensed inward, directly condensed into a figure wearing a muddy gray robe.
This figure is as pale as paper. At the same time, it has two horns. On its body, there are three rivers. The virtual shadow is swirling, the momentum is towering, and the eyes are cold.
Then the figure standing on the surging flood lowered his head slightly and looked at the humble low mountain in front of him. The voice came out and rang through the void:
"Hearing the report from the sects in Wanghe City, a distinguished guest, benxian Sanhe Zhenjun, came to visit us."
When the three rivers real king spoke, countless rivers under him roared together, which was very shocking. At the same time, the flood array above the void was even worse, making the pungent scarlet blood in the rolling river even worse.
At the same time, in the low mountain, Sun Jian, who stood in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and the response came directly:
"The great Xia Anjiang division works here. Sanhe Zhenjun, avoid dispersion!"
The word "avoid scattered" from Sun Jian's mouth is sonorous and powerful, with an irresistible dignity, but it makes Sanhe Zhenjun, once a fairy in the fairy palace, flash a thick cold and fierce color in his eyes and roar:
"Avoid scattering? You are so majestic in the summer that you let Benzhen Jun avoid scattering. This is Benzhen Jun's Taoism field, and Benzhen Jun is the master here!"
The roar fell, and Sanhe Zhenjun suddenly leaned forward. The river torrent under him also pressed down a large part, and almost formed a real hanging river over the low mountain.
"Presumptuous and hanging in the air is regarded as provocation. Sanhe Zhenjun, if you want to think clearly, disturb the noble people and bear the consequences, it is no longer the era of fairy palace. With the changes of years, Sanhe county is no longer your Taoist temple. Don't set yourself on fire."
Sun Jian's voice, which sounded through the void, became more and more dignified, and contained boundless evil intention. Beside the carriage on the low mountain, except for lowering his eyes and continuing to listen to the rouge of the grass and flowers in front of him, the eyes of the rest showed a color of curiosity and eager to try.
"What laoshizi's Sanhe Zhenjun, in the eyes of the younger generation of these guards, is simply a first-class military skill."
Behind the low mountain, the voice from Anjiang Si Zhang pig came out. Then Lao Jin next to him stared at the top with one eye, shook his head and said:
"Pig Zhang, don't take it lightly. Every ancient immortal can't be underestimated. Not to mention the good luck of this Sanhe Zhenjun. The position of recovery is just in his own territory. The speed of strength recovery can be completely different from those immortals who are still practicing in a cave at this time."
Lao Jin's words had just fallen, and the harsh roar from the real king of Sanhe sounded again above the void of the low mountain:
"Noble man, what Ben Zhenjun is looking for is this great Xia noble man. I heard the news before that the soul of the Immortal King in Antarctica was imprisoned by your great Xia. Now, the biggest goal of our southern immortal system is to revive the Immortal King with this rain of enlightenment."
When the voice fell, Sanhe Zhenjun raised his hands outward, controlled the whole river under him, and began to roll with an unprecedented degree. Then he continued to pass down with a very high voice:
"Today's great Xia noble who came to the door, Ben Zhenjun will accept it generously!"
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"Boom, boom!"
In the void outside the city of Wanghe, Sanhe Prefecture suddenly roared loudly, just like rolling thunder, rising out of thin air. While ringing through the world, it also made countless refugees outside the city panic and panic.
At the next breath, the mighty and extremely turbid river appeared from the end of the south, and rushed into the sky like a turbid yellow dragon, really leaning on the sky and grounding.
"In the south, the river pouring all over the sky is in the south. Can't the big river in the South burst its banks?"
For a moment, the cry of extreme panic began to come from the countless refugees outside Wanghe City, and their frightened eyes reflected a terrible scene of torrential flood.
It is no exaggeration to say that once the flood is photographed with infinite impact, the whole Wanghe City, including all the people who fled Sanhe County outside the city, will be buried under the flood.
"Damn it, damn it, God doesn't give you a way to live!"
When the flood hit, the refugees in Sanhe County, who were already on the verge of despair, completely destroyed their psychological defense line. While crying bitterly, they continued to yell:
"Thief God, I'm not willing, I'm not willing!"
As soon as the voice of these people stopped crying, they found that there was a great difference in the roaring torrent above their heads, and then made a sharper strange cry:
"Look, it's a face. There's a face in the river!"
As soon as the words came out, countless people looked up and saw the huge face emerging in the turbid river. For a time, they stood there and couldn't say anything.
After a moment, an ancient and heavy pressure slapped down from above before rolling the river, so that all the refugees on the ground bent their knees and knelt directly on the muddy ground. Then they looked up to the sky and shouted:
"It's the ancient immortal who established a Taoist temple in the south of Sanhe county. This Sanhe really came to save us!"
This high voice was undoubtedly to ignite the flame of hope, and instantly let countless people outside Wanghe City see the hot and dazzling dawn from the endless abyss of despair. Then these refugees just wanted to echo loudly, but they stopped like ducks pinched by their throats.
Because the flood tornado in front appeared in the wasteland outside Wanghe city without a pause, but continued to move forward violently. In an instant, a large number of people from Sanhe County kneeling on the ground were involved in the void, and then crushed into powder and turned into blood dance. Those who died could not die again.
Such a terrible scene made the refugees in the rear look at all this. Their bodies subconsciously trembled like rice sieve. They wanted to run back, but they found that the whole body seemed to be pressed with infinite weight and could not move. They could only watch the torrent of people overturn and sweep forward.
The torrent rolled like an invincible sword, and countless people were chopped along the way. After the blood and flesh mixed into the flood, even the muddy river appeared scarlet to the naked eye.
After a few short breaths, the torrent of harvesting the lives of countless creatures directly approached the humble low mountain on the wasteland outside the city.
In a few moments, the tornado torrent mixed with sand and flesh hovered directly over the void, from dynamic to static, and in an instant, formed an extremely terrible scene.
Cover the sky and flood, hover in the void!
At the same time, the face above the flood became more and more clear, and then condensed inward, directly condensed into a figure wearing a muddy gray robe.
This figure is as pale as paper. At the same time, it has two horns. On its body, there are three rivers. The virtual shadow is swirling, the momentum is towering, and the eyes are cold.
Then the figure standing on the surging flood lowered his head slightly and looked at the humble low mountain in front of him. The voice came out and rang through the void:
"Hearing the report from the sects in Wanghe City, a distinguished guest, benxian Sanhe Zhenjun, came to visit us."
When the three rivers real king spoke, countless rivers under him roared together, which was very shocking. At the same time, the flood array above the void was even worse, making the pungent scarlet blood in the rolling river even worse.
At the same time, in the low mountain, Sun Jian, who stood in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and the response came directly:
"The great Xia Anjiang division works here. Sanhe Zhenjun, avoid dispersion!"
The word "avoid scattered" from Sun Jian's mouth is sonorous and powerful, with an irresistible dignity, but it makes Sanhe Zhenjun, once a fairy in the fairy palace, flash a thick cold and fierce color in his eyes and roar:
"Avoid scattering? You are so majestic in the summer that you let Benzhen Jun avoid scattering. This is Benzhen Jun's Taoism field, and Benzhen Jun is the master here!"
The roar fell, and Sanhe Zhenjun suddenly leaned forward. The river torrent under him also pressed down a large part, and almost formed a real hanging river over the low mountain.
"Presumptuous and hanging in the air is regarded as provocation. Sanhe Zhenjun, if you want to think clearly, disturb the noble people and bear the consequences, it is no longer the era of fairy palace. With the changes of years, Sanhe county is no longer your Taoist temple. Don't set yourself on fire."
Sun Jian's voice, which sounded through the void, became more and more dignified, and contained boundless evil intention. Beside the carriage on the low mountain, except for lowering his eyes and continuing to listen to the rouge of the grass and flowers in front of him, the eyes of the rest showed a color of curiosity and eager to try.
"What laoshizi's Sanhe Zhenjun, in the eyes of the younger generation of these guards, is simply a first-class military skill."
Behind the low mountain, the voice from Anjiang Si Zhang pig came out. Then Lao Jin next to him stared at the top with one eye, shook his head and said:
"Pig Zhang, don't take it lightly. Every ancient immortal can't be underestimated. Not to mention the good luck of this Sanhe Zhenjun. The position of recovery is just in his own territory. The speed of strength recovery can be completely different from those immortals who are still practicing in a cave at this time."
Lao Jin's words had just fallen, and the harsh roar from the real king of Sanhe sounded again above the void of the low mountain:
"Noble man, what Ben Zhenjun is looking for is this great Xia noble man. I heard the news before that the soul of the Immortal King in Antarctica was imprisoned by your great Xia. Now, the biggest goal of our southern immortal system is to revive the Immortal King with this rain of enlightenment."
When the voice fell, Sanhe Zhenjun raised his hands outward, controlled the whole river under him, and began to roll with an unprecedented degree. Then he continued to pass down with a very high voice:
"Today's great Xia noble who came to the door, Ben Zhenjun will accept it generously!"
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"Boom, boom!"In the void outside the city of Wanghe, Sanhe Prefecture suddenly roared loudly, just like rolling thunder, rising out of thin air. While ringing through the world, it also made countless refugees outside the city panic and panic.At the next breath, the mighty and extremely turbid river appeared from the end of the south, and rushed into the sky like a turbid yellow dragon, really leaning on the sky and grounding."In the south, the river pouring all over the sky is in the south. Can't the big river in the South burst its banks?"For a moment, the cry of extreme panic began to come from the countless refugees outside Wanghe City, and their frightened eyes reflected a terrible scene of torrential flood.It is no exaggeration to say that once the flood is photographed with infinite impact, the whole Wanghe City, including all the people who fled Sanhe County outside the city, will be buried under the flood."Damn it, damn it, God doesn't give you a way to live!"When the flood hit, the refugees in Sanhe County, who were already on the verge of despair, completely destroyed their psychological defense line. While crying bitterly, they continued to yell:"Thief God, I'm not willing, I'm not willing!"As soon as the voice of these people stopped crying, they found that there was a great difference in the roaring torrent above their heads, and then made a sharper strange cry:"Look, it's a face. There's a face in the river!"As soon as the words came out, countless people looked up and saw the huge face emerging in the turbid river. For a time, they stood there and couldn't say anything.After a moment, an ancient and heavy pressure slapped down from above before rolling the river, so that all the refugees on the ground bent their knees and knelt directly on the muddy ground. Then they looked up to the sky and shouted:"It's the ancient immortal who established a Taoist temple in the south of Sanhe county. This Sanhe really came to save us!"This high voice was undoubtedly to ignite the flame of hope, and instantly let countless people outside Wanghe City see the hot and dazzling dawn from the endless abyss of despair. Then these refugees just wanted to echo loudly, but they stopped like ducks pinched by their throats.Because the flood tornado in front appeared in the wasteland outside Wanghe city without a pause, but continued to move forward violently. In an instant, a large number of people from Sanhe County kneeling on the ground were involved in the void, and then crushed into powder and turned into blood dance. Those who died could not die again.Such a terrible scene made the refugees in the rear look at all this. Their bodies subconsciously trembled like rice sieve. They wanted to run back, but they found that the whole body seemed to be pressed with infinite weight and could not move. They could only watch the torrent of people overturn and sweep forward.The torrent rolled like an invincible sword, and countless people were chopped along the way. After the blood and flesh mixed into the flood, even the muddy river appeared scarlet to the naked eye.After a few short breaths, the torrent of harvesting the lives of countless creatures directly approached the humble low mountain on the wasteland outside the city.In a few moments, the tornado torrent mixed with sand and flesh hovered directly over the void, from dynamic to static, and in an instant, formed an extremely terrible scene.Cover the sky and flood, hover in the void!At the same time, the face above the flood became more and more clear, and then condensed inward, directly condensed into a figure wearing a muddy gray robe.This figure is as pale as paper. At the same time, it has two horns. On its body, there are three rivers. The virtual shadow is swirling, the momentum is towering, and the eyes are cold.Then the figure standing on the surging flood lowered his head slightly and looked at the humble low mountain in front of him. The voice came out and rang through the void:"Hearing the report from the sects in Wanghe City, a distinguished guest, benxian Sanhe Zhenjun, came to visit us."When the three rivers real king spoke, countless rivers under him roared together, which was very shocking. At the same time, the flood array above the void was even worse, making the pungent scarlet blood in the rolling river even worse.At the same time, in the low mountain, Sun Jian, who stood in front of him, narrowed his eyes, and the response came directly:"The great Xia Anjiang division works here. Sanhe Zhenjun, avoid dispersion!"The word "avoid scattered" from Sun Jian's mouth is sonorous and powerful, with an irresistible dignity, but it makes Sanhe Zhenjun, once a fairy in the fairy palace, flash a thick cold and fierce color in his eyes and roar:"Avoid scattering? You are so majestic in the summer that you let Benzhen Jun avoid scattering. This is Benzhen Jun's Taoism field, and Benzhen Jun is the master here!"The roar fell, and Sanhe Zhenjun suddenly leaned forward. The river torrent under him also pressed down a large part, and almost formed a real hanging river over the low mountain."Presumptuous and hanging in the air is regarded as provocation. Sanhe Zhenjun, if you want to think clearly, disturb the noble people and bear the consequences, it is no longer the era of fairy palace. With the changes of years, Sanhe county is no longer your Taoist temple. Don't set yourself on fire."Sun Jian's voice, which sounded through the void, became more and more dignified, and contained boundless evil intention. Beside the carriage on the low mountain, except for lowering his eyes and continuing to listen to the rouge of the grass and flowers in front of him, the eyes of the rest showed a color of curiosity and eager to try."What laoshizi's Sanhe Zhenjun, in the eyes of the younger generation of these guards, is simply a first-class military skill."Behind the low mountain, the voice from Anjiang Si Zhang pig came out. Then Lao Jin next to him stared at the top with one eye, shook his head and said:"Pig Zhang, don't take it lightly. Every ancient immortal can't be underestimated. Not to mention the good luck of this Sanhe Zhenjun. The position of recovery is just in his own territory. The speed of strength recovery can be completely different from those immortals who are still practicing in a cave at this time."Lao Jin's words had just fallen, and the harsh roar from the real king of Sanhe sounded again above the void of the low mountain:"Noble man, what Ben Zhenjun is looking for is this great Xia noble man. I heard the news before that the soul of the Immortal King in Antarctica was imprisoned by your great Xia. Now, the biggest goal of our southern immortal system is to revive the Immortal King with this rain of enlightenment."When the voice fell, Sanhe Zhenjun raised his hands outward, controlled the whole river under him, and began to roll with an unprecedented degree. Then he continued to pass down with a very high voice:"Today's great Xia noble who came to the door, Ben Zhenjun will accept it generously!"www.novelhold.com, the fastest update of the webnovel!
