How can you fall into the hands of alien races?!

"roll!"

Yang Hu roared and waved his sword. The human emperor's energy surged. The long sword rolled up the gravel on the ground, as if lifting up a carpet!

He released all his sword intentions and integrated them into this sword.

The envoys of the Gods, Immortals, Demons, Demons and other tribes, their eyes narrowed. Yang Hu's strength was indeed not weak, even if they had to be more afraid.

However, Yang Hu was just one person after all.

How did one person stop them?

The immortal clan's envoy was filled with a compassionate sigh on his face: "Yang Zhenshou, Mr. Lu's death, we are also deeply saddened. My immortal clan admires the strongest people the most. For those who are as strong as Mr. Lu, my immortal clan is happy from the bottom of his heart."

"My immortal clan has a wonderful method of reincarnation. If you can see the remains left by Mr. Lu, it may allow Mr. Lu to be reborn."

However, Yang Hu's actions of diving and swinging the knife did not stop at all!

He is still charging!

Not shaken by the words of the immortals resident in the realm!

"Bah!"

"You pickled stuff, don't insult me, Mr. Lu!"

"I really think I, Yang Hu, is just a reckless man?"

"The reincarnation method of the immortal clan? What a bullshit thing! Just your immortal clan is the most hypocritical!"

Yang Hu roared and slashed at the Immortal Clan's garrison with one knife!

The battle broke out instantly.

The Gods' garrison's garrison took action, and the demons, demons and immortals' garrison's garrison did not hold back.

Yang Hu was in a disadvantage in an instant, but he was still swinging his sword, unable to stop swinging his sword. His anger was released at this moment, as if he was about to explode!

Release, then release!

The envoys of the tribes stationed in the realm frowned slightly, and they also felt a little tricky about Yang Hu, who was like a madman.

They dared not kill Yang Hu easily.

If Yang Hu is killed and the martial arts inheritance cannot be obtained, it will be more than worth the loss.

A mere Yang Hu is irrelevant to the martial arts inheritance that can restrain the ghost clan.

The immortal clan's envoy garrison sighed, and immortal talismans were everywhere, like silk and satin, bound towards Yang Hu.

The powerful gods' eyebrows are shining with light, just like moving a mountain, pressing against Yang Hu, and his waist is difficult to stop.

The powerful men of the demon clan, the demon clan and other tribes also used their means.

Yang Hu was constantly suppressed, and every step he stepped on, he sank the ground.

Yang Hu's two thighs were trembling, and he was still waving his knife.

The throat still roared!

boom!

The envoys of the tribes bypassed Yang Hu, turned into black lines, and shot towards Lu Mengran's body behind Yang Hu.

A book was floating on Lu Mengran's body, and the book exuded a majestic atmosphere.

The accumulated clouds are like rolling up strange phenomena in heaven and earth.

The eyes of the immortal clan stationed in the realm were flashing, and there was a little fanaticism: "This martial arts... seems to be very suitable for my immortal clan."

The powerful god clan shook his eyes coldly: "It's ridiculous, is the hypocritical immortal clan worthy?"

Yang Hu, who was thrown away, had his eyes burst into tears and blood. He was angry and roared.

He endured the wounds that had broken all over his body, waved his sword and returned to Guard Lu Gong.

However, he was quickly knocked away again, his legs were dripping blood, and blood marks were pulled out on the ground.

But Yang Hu did not give up. He persevered and turned around and launched an attack again and again.

Even if you are beaten back every time, the wound on your body will add a little bit.

However, his belief has never collapsed, like a snow lotus standing proudly on the top of a snow mountain without the wind and snow!

...

far away.

Where the rising sun shines.

There was a sound of breaking through the air, which was the sound of the dragon flapping its wings, and the sound of the dragon gasping violently as it was so tired.

The martial artists who rushed to Qingzhou from Yunlu Academy robbed a giant dragon and finally arrived.

Zhao Yang was wearing a green shirt and stood at the front of the dragon. Beside him, Lu Ci clenched his fists, his eyes full of anxiety, horror and despair.

The martial artists are silent.

However, emotions brew in silence and will burst in silence!

They were late after all.

Although there were flying dragons rushing across the territory and rushing to the road, it was still late after a whole night when they arrived from Yunlu Academy.

They saw corpses all over the ground, dilapidated cities, a white light that spreads through the sky and the earth in the battlefield, and a book that exudes great righteousness.

And, Yang Hu who never retreated until death.

They looked at the powerful aliens approaching Lu Mangran's body.

His eyes were bloody.

Zhao Yang drew his sword, and the sword intent on his body rushed into the sky, causing huge changes in the clouds!

Lu Ci fell on the back of the dragon, dull and dull. She saw her father and mother hugging each other and bathing in the white light.

Starting today.

Lu Ci, no more parents.

And those alien monks seemed to want to steal their father's body.

"Can't!"

Lu Ci came to her senses, screamed, and her eyes turned red!

Only she can take away my father’s body!

Lu Ci screamed and shouted angrily.

Zhao Yang was already the first to rush out with his sword.

Kang Wu and other martial artists also rushed out of the dragon's back, wrapped in Taotao's human emperor's aura, and went out to fight in anger!

However, they were too late.

Lu Ci knelt on the dragon's back and felt so desperate.

At this moment, Lu Ci's hatred for the alien race reached an unprecedented level!

The faces of the envoys of the Gods, Immortals, Demons, and other tribes changed slightly. They caught a glimpse of the human martial artists who rushed to help.

His expression changed slightly, and he didn't care about too much.

They all burst out their aura, poking out their palms, and arresting Lu Mengran's body and the Haoran booklet!

The Gods' squad's resident moves the fastest, taking the lead, and catching them in the books!

However.

The moment he was about to touch the book "Wendao".

Suddenly a golden light rose!

The next moment, a sensation suddenly appeared.

Above Lu Mangran's body, above the Wendao Book, above the clouds.

There is a hall shrouded in infinite golden light, breaking through the clouds and coming out.

There are three characters written on the plaque of the main hall, and it is passed on to the Wu Temple.

And in the hall, there was a mysterious figure sitting high, looking down at the bottom, as if there was a blazing firelight entangled around it!

Who is that?!

A terrifying aura instantly spread from the hall.

It hangs down like a flowing cloud, hangs down to the world.

The figure sitting cross-legged in front of the hall was bathed in the golden light hanging in the bookstore and slowly opened his eyes.

Raise your hand slowly.
To be continued...