Emperor’s Domination

Sanjin taught the millions of troops of Chen Xuanzhong. Of course, this statement is a bit exaggerated, but it's not much different. At this moment, Sanjin's most powerful team, the most elite disciples, are all assembled outside of Shen Xuanzhong Mountain.

All of a sudden, the Sanjin Church gathered forces outside of the Divine Xuanzong Mountain, which surprised the other monks.

In fact, even if the strong monks knew the reason, they would still feel that they had not reached such a point. After all, the Sanjin Church was slaughtered by a guardian and an elder. Although this is a big thing, it is far from reaching the point of leaning out.

Now the Sanjin religion is almost leaning out of the nest. All the strong people under the door and the most sophisticated team are in the Shen Xuan Zong Shan Gate. As can be seen, the Sanjin religion attacked the Shen Xuan Zong this time. That is indefinite, and there is a strong desire to extinguish the Divine Xuan Zong.

“Is Sanjin really going to annihilate the Xuanzhen sect?” Seeing Sanjin's millions of army soldiers outside Chen Jun, even many other sectarian monks were surprised, and they could not help but wonder.

After all, Sanjin and the Divine Xuanzheng have been fighting each other for millions of years. We do not know how many battles have broken out between each other. Both sides have been killed and injured badly, and both sides have had periods of decline. However, in these millions of years, we have not seen the Sanjin and the Divine Xuanzheng destroy each other.

Now Sanjin Church suddenly outside Chen Bing, the formation is much bigger, far more than in the past, which really surprises many people.

“Boom -” a loud noise, just at this time, only three tall people came through the portal.

These three shadows are all beasts riding beneath their crotches, a strangely tall elephant with four legs like a large stone column, whose back can hold up a mountain.

At this time, although the treasure elephant did not carry a mountain, it carried a pavilion, inside the pavilion, sitting an old man in a tray, wearing a three-coloured robe, holding a dust in his hand, as if he were a dusty man.

The other figure is an old man, the old man riding a green beard, the body of the green beard is not comparable to the treasure elephant, but its tail feather is dragged long, the dragged tail feather light swings, flashing a terrible light, seems to inherit the true fire of the phoenix.

This old lady rides on top of a green ladle with frosty faces, swords eyes, carrying a long sword, swallowing the cold light, has the power to kill all sides, creeps people out.

The last figure, which is white without a man, ridden under his crotch, is a dragon, eighty long, a pair of sharp horns, like two cold knives out of the sheath, ready to be cut under his seat.

This white-faced, unnecessary man's hand tower, Baota, is glowing and swallowing, seems to be able to devour the Eight Wild Spirits, can refine all demons, give a demonic demon demon to cut off evil momentum, so that the demon disciples can not be seen without hair in their hearts.

“Sanjin seiko!” When these three tall figures appeared before the millions of armies, none of the visionary monks were surprised.

Even if God Xuanzheng goes up and down, seeing these three tall shadows is not one of the tight heart.

“The Seven Old Men of Sanjin Church, who are now three, really want to lean out of the nest.” Seeing such a formation, even the mighty of the Divine Xuan Sect, cannot help but mumble.

“Sanjin Qizi, in a single breath, came three times. This is really to extinguish the Divine Xuanzheng Sect, let go of life and death.” No one can help but see three tall figurines in a million armies.

Sanjin Qizhou, that was a long time ago, many people now call it Sanjin Qizhou, this is the Sanjin Qizhou seven most powerful people, including the Sanjin ruler.

It can be said that Sanjin Seven Sons can be more powerful than the five peak owners shouldered by the Divine Xuanzhen Sect, such as Zhang Yue.

”Three true seven sons, the last is the strongest, do not know whether to come or not.” He watched as Sanjin Qizi arrived three times, and those who watched from afar whispered.

“At the end of the seven sons -” I don't know how many people have a tight heart when I hear this statement. At the end of the seven sons, a lot of people have heard voices like Lei Kuan-ear.

“The end of the Seven Sons is zero, and we do not know whether to come or not, nor whether to break through the Avenue Sacred Body.” A lot of people have mentioned this name, and I can't help but think about it.

Sanjin Seven Sons, in the Northwestern Emperor is known as Hehe, but the most famous is not the Sanjin ruler of the head of the Seven Sons, but the road to the end of the Seven Sons is zero.

At the end of the seventh son, Louis Zero was the youngest brother of the Sanjin ruler. A generation of geniuses, he was the youngest of the seven sons, but the highest-ranking man.

“Louis Zero!” When someone mentions the name, don't say they are the Mountain Kings, even if they are the first masters of the sect such as Ping Xiong, they can't help themselves.

“Even if the road is zero, this is powerful enough. The three sons, four and five of the seven sons are here. How powerful are they?” At this time, someone looked at the three elderly men before Chen Bing's millions of armies and slowly said.

The old man who rides a treasure elephant is three true seven sons three; the white side of a dragon rides without the need for a man to be three true seven sons four; and the old man who rides a green one is three true seven sons five.

“Bang -” sounded, while many still speculated, within the door of the Three Truths, a man stepped out, under this "bang”, he stepped down and left a footprint on the void, his footprint as if it were branded there for a long time, indelible.

At this time, on the millions of armies of the Sanjin Church, stood an elderly man, who danced with the wind in his three-coloured robe, and the long beard on his face also danced with the wind. When he lightened, the long beard was like a sword, flashing with light.

This old man stood on the void as if he were a god, impossible to cross, awe-inspiring.

“The head of the Seven Sons, the head of the Three Truths.” Seeing this old man stepping on the void, many people shouted at him.

The old man in front of him, the head of the Seven Sons, is the master of the Sanjin Church. His prestige in the Northwestern Emperor is not weaker than that of the Ping Dynasty of the Divine Xuan Sect.

The Sanjin ruler came and let the Divine Xuanzheng become one of the strongest, because the Sanjin ruler personally enlisted the war, which means that the great war between the two factions will never end.

Even the strong monks who watched from afar could not help themselves. They took a breath of air and said, "This time it was a big game, between the two factions, either you die or I die. ”

Millions of army Chen soldiers, the main gate is here, which is enough to explain the determination of the Sanjin religion, they want to live with the Divine Xuanzheng Sect!

“Brother Xiong, it's time to teach us a lesson.” At this time, the Three-Mindedness Gate stood in the void, coldly speaking.

Sanjin taught the master's voice as if it were a knife engraving. His words, every word, were engraved in the void with a single blade, making it very difficult for the disciples of the Divine Xuanzhen Sect to hear, because every word of his words was engraved on everyone as well.

“Brother Dao, it's been a long time.” The enemies are coming to kill each other, and Ping Xiong cannot fail to show his face. He cannot be shrunk in the southern spiral.

At this time, Ping Qiong rose empty-handed and stood over Nanxuo Peak. He said slowly: "I don't know why Brother Chen Wan is in our Divine Xuanzhen Zong. ”

Compared to the divine cold-blooded Sanjin ruler, the divine and gentle Pingjung is more like the grandfather of the neighbor.

Such a deity as Pingjung has given many people a glance at each other. Everyone who understands Pingjung knows that Pingjung is definitely not a good man, definitely a harsh character. If he does not provoke, it is wind thunder force, the means is iron blood ruthlessness.

“Xiong knowingly asks," You Xuanzheng have repeatedly killed our disciples of the Three Truths, slaughtered our chief guardians, slaughtered us to pay our elders. This is a deep hatred. It is your Xuanzhen sect that broke the agreement and declared war on us! "” The chief of the Sanjin Church said coldly.

“It's just a misunderstanding.” Ping Xiong also said in understatement: “This was done by the disciples of the nobleman, the chief guardian of the nobleman and the elder Fu destroyed my mountain gate and killed me into Emerald Peak. Our god Xuanzheng was only defending himself. Someone's been killed. It's only because they're not good at it! ”

At this time, Ping Xiong was merely disparaging words such as "misunderstanding” and “self-defence”.

Ping Xiong's heart is very clear. When Sanzhen taught Chen soldiers outside Shenzhen Zongshan, all the negotiations, all the words, were not helpful at all. Sanzhen taught this to be true, there was no room for manoeuvre at all, so Ping Xiong was also lazy at this time.

Sanjin must say that the Divine Xuan Sect killed their disciples, nothing more than to make them famous as divisions, so that they can send out the Divine Xuan Sect in good faith and put the notoriety of the tearing agreement on the Divine Xuan Sect.

Hearing from both sides, many of the strong brothers watching from afar were forced to face each other, and they did not say that many did not yet know that such a great deal had happened.

In fact, the news of Liu Menglong's murder has not been spread. The Sanjin Church is already overwhelmed by the army. This means that the Sanjin Church has long been prepared. Even if Liu Menglong's people are not killed, they are afraid that the Sanjin Church will be the same for the Divine Xuanzhen Sect.

“What a misunderstanding, what a self-defense!” The Sanjin ruler looked at each other and swallowed up killing intentions, coldly saying: “Is this the attitude of your Divine Sect? Is this what you god Xuanzheng insisted on tearing up the truce agreement?” "Brother Dao, you and I both know, why should we say more?” Ping Xiong also coldly said: "At this moment, Sanjin is a million army of Chen soldiers outside our Divine Xuan Zongshan. What else did you and I talk about the truce agreement of that year! If Taoist brothers are really interested in talking about the truce agreement of the year, ask Taoist brothers to withdraw the millions of troops, and then you and I will talk about the truce agreement. ”

In this way, many people look at each other, fools know that this is impossible, Sanjin has mobilized millions of armies, it has been arrows on strings, had to send!

Today is more than one, tomorrow is more than two.