Chapter 537: Nothing can be done!

Pharmacist Shi, Mo Junyi, and Hai Nu could hardly speak. Qinglin moved her footsteps with difficulty, looked at the familiar and somewhat unfamiliar honest face in front of her, with slightly dry lips, and said gently, "Is it really you?"

In a word, Zhou Liang felt ache in his heart. Who are the four women in front of him? He is the wife who has been waiting for him for more than 20 years, and is a husband and wife!

Zhou Liang's eyes suddenly became wet, and his rough hands slowly stroked Shang Qinglin's peerless white face, "It's all mine!"

The sea girl burst into tears. She had a cheerful personality. If it weren't for this series of changes, she should still be on the Sea God Island and "Dabao" carefree life. Mo Junyi's body trembled and slowly stepped forward, hugging Zhou Liang, "Is it really real?"

Tears had already left tears on the face of Yaoshi. She would never forget that on New Year's Eve, the person who listened to the rain was independent, and the wind leaned against the small building. She would never forget that bowls and chopsticks that no one understood. On Sijun Island, the three of them kept looking at the vast sea, boundless, endless, deep and empty, making it seem like you have no support in your heart!

Zhou Liang hugged the four of them, "It's all true, your husband, I will survive the disaster!" While he was about to express his feelings, the young master said coldly, "You will die too!"

Qinglin and the other two turned a deaf ear to the point. At this moment, what is more important than the result obtained by suffering for more than twenty years. Fortunately, they are monks, and the thirty-year-old Nascent Soul Girl Cultivator is really a flower-like age!

But for mortals, these twenty years may be the time when a young girl turns into an elderly woman.

Zhou Liang was calm in his heart, separated his body, and turned coldly, "God Master, the so-called first genius of the Sanxian Alliance, in my opinion, pigs and dogs are worse than pigs and dogs!"

It's better to say that pigs and dogs are worse than that. Junwei is quite happy in her heart. As a cultivator in the God Transformation Stage, she cannot care about these so-called junior monks. Her temperament is also a bit tough and does not easily conflict with others. For some reason, she feels very happy when she hears Zhou Liang cursing like this!

"You!" The Emperor's Sword in the hand of the Emperor's Sword suddenly swept out, and a stream of Emperor's sword intent gushed out. Zhou Liang smiled contemptuously, and a faint breath flowed out around him. All the Emperor's sword intent disappeared invisibly. "It was originally an ant body, but it climbed to the Heavenly Gate!"

Everyone around laughed suddenly, and the words were cursed without any face. The prince of Tian looked blue and red, and he was very angry. Just as he was about to take action again, Tianjizi gently stopped him and shook his head.

Zhou Liang sneered in his heart, you know what you are aware of. Is this little ancestor taking advantage of the power? Is it still borrowing the power of the three masters of Song Yun and the three cynical Mahayana cultivators? The three masters of Song Yun were also very sober, willing and even willing to be taken advantage of by Zhou Liang!

Changmei sent a faint voice transmission, "Holy sun worships the moon, two fellow Taoists, now the three masters of Songyun are supported by this son, let's wait?"

Sheng Ri smiled calmly, "This way, we wait for the three of us to unite, and see if other fellow Taoists are on the side of the Formation Sect!"

The voice of worshiping the moon was cold, "The three of them are from the Buddha Dream Continent. Come to the Immortal Dream Continent to cause chaos and cause great crimes!"

In the twelve Mahayana-level monks in the East China Sea, except for the scattered cultivators, there are a total of three in the East China Sea, the holy day, the moon worship, and the old leader of the illusion demon!

There are five people in the Middle Earth, namely the Changmei of the Tianjian Sect, the Yuru of the Baihua Sect, the Array Sect, the Array Crazy of the Qingdan Sect, and the Wanfu Sect Talisman!

Among these eight, the Phantom Demon Sect leader had a grudge against Zhao Qingran that year, but the Formation Sect formed a grudge. In the Middle Earth, the Wanfu Sect occupied the territory of the Formation Sect Daliao and was always arrogant. The Wanfu Ancestor Wanfu was even more and more disregarded the Formation Sect!

The Tianjian Sect recognizes itself as the largest sect in the world and is very arrogant. Now that he has long eyebrows, he believes in his heart that this son seems to have the legendary Tianshen sword technique. How can he get rid of him?

For a moment, the six people looked at each other and slowly stepped forward, with a long eyebrows and a faint smile, "I have been waiting for the six people for a long time and haven't seen three old friends, so why not continue!"

Songmu shook his head slightly and waved to Danhua, "You old man, you borrowed a lot of spiritual elixirs back then, but now you still won't repay this favor?"

Dan Hua's face was calm, he smiled bitterly, and couldn't help but step forward. Yan Wuyan and Mo Danchong were slightly happy. In recent years, the ancestor had been powerless. After all, the forces between the major sects were extremely subtle!

The pine cloud tree in Song Sen's hand was filled with thousands of lights. He glanced at Yu Ru, with a slight teasing on his face, "Fellow Daoist Yu Ru, you haven't come yet, when will you wait!"

There seemed to be a hint of undetectable blush on Yu Ru's face. The three treasures of Jade Ruyi in her hand were blooming, and she came to the side of Zhenchi and said nothing!

Zhenchao's confidence suddenly became great. Songlin smiled and said, "How about it, old eyebrows, I tell you, if there are not enough people, we have won over the Hongchen Sect. The treasure of their sect, Hongchen, has grown a lot in the years!"

The old eyebrows? The anger suddenly rose in the heart of the long eyebrows, and a blue flame suddenly burned in his pupils. The anger of the voice was like thunder, "Pine forest, you dare to say it again!"

A pill in Songlin's hand was spinning endlessly, "Your eyebrows are old and long!" This guy actually glanced at his elder brother and third brother innocently, and said very well, "What do you think of the two leaders?"

"That's natural!" Song Sen laughed out loud, "The three brothers we waited for to go to heaven and earth are all one family. Are you, the only one, the Tianjian Sect so arrogant? When I was young, you forgot how Jianzi died at the hands of the ancestor of Ten Thousand Beasts that day."

"I'm really arrogant. Do you really think that I am the number one sect in the world?" Songmu waved his whisk and came to Qingniu. A pressure from the Mahayana cultivator made Qingniu's body tremble slowly and unable to move!

"You are the little ox, your Beast Control Sect is becoming less and less awesome now!" He seemed to have a look of a pity, "Especially, you have passed almost a thousand years, and you are still in the God Transformation Stage. It's really embarrassing!"

Qingniu's face turned red, and the Mahayana pressure of pinemu almost made him breathless. It was this guy who could barely kneel down and gave him face. Songmu looked at Qingniu disdainfully, as if he had no interest at all, and came to the side of the Talisman again!

"Are you the son of the Talisman in the past?" Songmu smiled.

"After a thousand years, I never thought I could see you!" A trace of murderous intent burst out in Fu Shen's eyes, but the spring breeze was warm on his face!

"Haha" Pinewood actually had a rare burst of murderous intent. "What if the hatred of the past, I won't solve it today?"

"The five of us and six of you, how can we fight?" Fu Shen said frankly, as if it was extremely unfair!

Zhou Liang sneered in his heart, when there were too many people just now, so why don’t you say that now, the old leader of the Phantom Demon, the Moon Holy Day, the Long-Eyebrow Talisman, faced Yu Ruchengzhi, the three masters of Songyun, and the Danhuan, and had a disadvantage, but he was making noise here!

Changmei stepped forward and pointed at Zhou Liang and said, "I suspect that this son has obtained the lost magic sword technique of my Tianjian Sect - the Tianshen Sword Technique!"

"Damn!" Songmu jumped up first, interrupted Chang's eyebrows, pulled Zhou Liang's shoulder and said, "Boy, you're a bit cheating. Let's help you. If you have any benefits, you won't give us any garbage service spirit seal yet!"

The green bull's face was covered in black lines, and the garbage-fighting spiritual seal was almost a thousand years old. OK, thinking of this, a hint of sadness and anger arose in his heart. There was still a hint of sadness and a hint of sadness and anger. I was so helpless!

Everyone's expressions changed. These three were cynical. This was the case back then. Now they have become the ancestors of the Mahayana stage, above countless people and below few people. The three of them join forces are not afraid of heaven or earth. Apart from the ascension of Songyun, they are afraid that no one can control them!

"I don't care. If you want to give me the God of Heaven Sword Art, I will find many successors to let them all practice this magic sword art. Then I, Songyun Dao, will be completely developed!" Songmu was proud and bowed to the body of the eldest brother and the second brother. "Two leaders, do you think, is your brother's idea still worth it?"

"The third brother has always been a good idea!" Songsin Songlin smiled and the three of them stood there, as if in front of them. Changmei, a late-stage monk in the Mahayana stage, did not exist at all. On the holy day of the Moon, the old leader of the Fu Shen Phantom Demon, these Mahayana stage monks were like nothing, and they couldn't help but admire the formation and sects!

Zhou Liang admired him even more. Who can do this in these two continents?

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