"Damn it!"

On the top of a towering mountain thirty to fifty miles away from the zombie organization's stronghold, a group of men and women wearing weird costumes gathered.

They are the leaders of the stronghold and moved early.

Seeing the mushroom cloud rising in the distance, these men and women were shocked and angry. They did not expect Murong Wangqing to be so ruthless.

Use the super detonator to level the entire stronghold.

disappear from this world.

"Daxia is going to attack us, what should we do?"

"Accelerate, accelerate, accelerate!"

"The dragon-slaying plan will be implemented immediately and will turn the world upside down. At worst, the fish will die and the net will be broken."

"I think the Brahmin must be destroyed first. The Brahmin master must want Murong Wangqing to reveal the location information of our stronghold."

"Yes, destroy the Brahmins first!"

"Stop arguing!" Suddenly, the middle-aged man at the head shouted. His aura was very powerful, and he was clearly a giant of the third level of Transformation Realm.

He is the leader of this stronghold, and his heart is bleeding right now.

This stronghold in Shiwandashan is one of the eight core strongholds. Now it is destroyed, all of them are destroyed.

The organization suffered heavy losses.

"The top priority is to contact the headquarters and discuss it carefully, and not to act rashly. The Brahmins have to deal with it, but there is no rush."

"We have recorded this account."

"When the dragon-slaying plan is implemented, be the first to kill Murong Wangqing, destroy the Murong ancient clan, and avenge the disciples in the stronghold."

The leader's voice was hoarse, which made the others less angry.

One man said angrily: "I still can't bear this bad breath. I have to get some interest first."

A woman smiled strangely and said: "Don't worry, the Eighth Son of God has already gone to the Northern Wilderness. With his methods, it is not easy to hunt down the children of the Murong Ancient Clan."

"Hahaha, that's good. Murong Wangqing's son is called Murong Xi. It seems that he has not yet become a master. Although he is a waste, Murong Wangqing only has this son. I don't know how he would feel if he killed him."

At this time, the commander said: "This time, not only the eighth divine son from our stronghold, but also the divine sons from other core strongholds went to the Northern Wilderness. Together, they can kill many evil geniuses and make the martial arts of Great Xia inaccessible."

"Let's go back to the headquarters."

...

after one day.

Ye Fan and his party finally arrived at Luolongpo.

"It's really majestic and majestic."

After getting out of the car, Ye Fan looked at the three huge mountains towering into the sky in the distance and was amazed.

The three mountains are so big that they can even be said to be three small mountains, surrounding them into a vast valley, leaving a long and narrow tunnel entrance like a canyon.

"Brother Fan, that's the bone-touching master."

Qu Youer pointed to the fence yard, and Ye Fan saw an old man taking a nap on a bamboo chair.

He walked over and felt that the old man was extraordinary. He cupped his fists and said, "I have seen the master."

"Um."

The old man's eyes were half-open.

Ye Fan said: "No one in our group is over thirty-five years old. Master can feel the bones."

The old man waved and held Ye Fan's wrist.

Suddenly.

Ye Fan felt a strange breath rush into his body; he was horrified. If this was the old man's mischief, his internal organs would explode and he would die.

But when he wanted to withdraw his hand, Ye Fan was horrified to find that he couldn't move.

So strong.

Ye Fan broke out in cold sweat.

Gradually, he calmed down.

The old man is so strong. It would be too easy to kill him. There is no need to engage in all these scandals.

After a full quarter of an hour, the old man let go of Ye Fan and said calmly: "Not bad, you can go in."

"Thank you, senior."

Qu You'er and others came over, and the old man waved his hand and hummed angrily: "No need to touch the bones, I'm not blind, can't I see that you are young people!"

Ye Fan asked Chaos to bring the Fire Army.

This guy might be useful.

The group of people gradually moved away. The calligrapher squinted his eyes and murmured worriedly: "This boy's injuries are too serious. I don't know if he can survive this disaster. Alas, if he can't survive, Luolongpo will be his graveyard."

"

"Luolongpo, Luolong, the place where the dragon among men fell. I originally thought it was Qu Xiantian, but now it seems..."

The Book Saint frowned.

Finally, he seemed to have made some kind of decision. He walked into the bamboo house, picked up a brush, and wrote a word on the rice paper.

"Xiao Huang."

The calligrapher spoke softly.

A low roar came, and a golden light shot out from the distant mountains and forests, arriving in front of the Book Sage.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be a golden bull.

The golden bull at the peak of his prime.

The hair shone with golden light, the pupils were pure gold, and there were two small golden horns three inches long.

Too noble.

Just like the mount of the gods in the sky, it makes people want to worship.

This is a strange species, an auspicious beast.

Much more noble than ferocious beasts.

This golden bull has a very strong aura, and I am afraid that even the second-level master of the Transformation Realm will not be able to take it. Compared with the little golden bull that Ye Fan got in the wild continent, it is in the sky and on the earth.

The calligrapher folded a piece of writing and hid it in the hair of the golden bull, and then said: "Remember that white-haired man just now, please come in and hand the rice paper to him if necessary.

"

"Moo!"
Chapter completed!