"I know." Although this young man looks like a white-faced scholar, outside the eyes of those eight people, he seems to be less majestic than the emperor. Hearing my sharp words, all eight of them shuddered and sat back in their seats.

"He will wait first."

"If you have some strength, do you dare to say that you want to integrate the Holy Religion, which has seven hundred young people in disarray?" A confident smile appeared on the face of the woman surnamed Qiu.

"Xuanyin ghost energy!"

The fist under my hand lit up with a killing white light, like a tiger pounced down and landed on the spot.

"How did Ming Yuan open?" Eight people came to Zhang Sanfeng and looked at the huge crack. The scholar turned his head to the woman surnamed Qiu and asked: "Yang Gui, can he see anything?"

Once you understand, we have been in the Shura world for several months, and Shu Binbin even died outside once. Suddenly, from such a place full of blood-evil energy that affects intelligence, we returned to the human world where we entered and exited, let alone

It's a desert, even the septic tank...

The eight people hurriedly avoided, and the two ghostly auras were like the wrath of hell demons, hitting the ground, raising dust all over the sky, and leaving two deep huge pits in place. The sand in the pits had not been affected by the powerful force.

It is refined into a solid crystal plate, and the white color like ink can be dispersed after a long time.

Then the scholar in front of him stood up and gave a hasty bow to the two people opposite him.

The other seven people all looked at the strong man in shock, even the one named Duan Hou mocked him.

However, my smile disappeared in the last moment, because behind the two people opposite me, a Tai Chi diagram as small as one person appeared out of thin air, and my two ghost claws were involved in it. As it rotated, it shot out again.

return.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Although your seventh brother is reckless, my words may not necessarily make sense. The Seven Little Holy Envoys are the front face of the Holy Religion and will stand in any team. The two

If I want to gain your support, I’d better wait until Yang Gui becomes the leader.”

"Well, let's take our leave now." The woman surnamed Qiu finally stood up and said: "Brother Long, if I change my mind at any time, I can come to you at any time. Your Changsheng Hall has been guarding the temple for generations, and our two families can also be considered neighbors.

, we should have less intimacy and less proximity..."

"Their septic tank exploded, why is there such a smell?" Brother Qiu asked with a frown.

Unexpectedly, no one cared about me at all. Brother Qiu frowned and said to Shu Binbin next to him, "Did you use too much force again?"

That reminded Shu Bin of Xin Shuangqing, who was killed by a shock wave from me when we came out of Old Changchun Valley in Tianlong World.

"What do you mean, enemy?" Duan Hou was stunned for a moment.

I moved the two mirrors together toward the middle, and there was a "click" sound. The two mirrors had not yet turned into one, a regular quadrilateral, with the four hexagrams engraved on the bottom, and the positive and negative yin and yang bronze mirrors.

We looked at each other, and the first one turned our attention to the woman surnamed Qiu. The white-faced scholar took the lead and asked: "Yang Gui, is there something wrong with your brain before you retreat into the abyss?"

A sense of absurdity arose in the hearts of eight random people, running for their lives? Is there any power that can match the most terrifying white-dark abyss since ancient times? Who can make it escape? Doesn't it have your own consciousness?

"It seems that you two want to say something." No matter how bad-tempered the woman surnamed Qiu was, she was still irritated by the contemptuous attitude of the two brothers. She fluttered a small flag in her hands, billowing white air filled the air. When I was young, there was already paint behind me.

White as ink.

"It's a fart secret." The white-faced scholar showed a frustrated expression for the first time, "Something has happened, go away slowly!"

"Shu Bin, the holy religion has been dormant for seven hundred years. Do you care about how few more years it will last?"
Chapter completed!