Long Live Summons!

Someone, of course, is Yueyang's most reluctant to see the Black Jail King right now.

This guy not only wore a holy instrument, but even the cape outside was a gold-class treasure ‘phantom’, which made Yueyang's classmates jealous.

Such an outburst of money, I'm not afraid to be robbed! Yueyang really wanted to rob this cape, but with his strength, he was close to robbing the treasure of the Black Prison King. However, there will soon be a war in Longteng Mainland. If the Black Prison King can be killed, the Golden Dopel is nothing. His holy weapon is the real target of Yueyang.

As long as the Supreme Return, Yueyang has at least 80% certainty that he can kill the Black Prison King.

Then, step on his body and climb the ladder and march into heaven.

As for the Emperor Pluto and so on, they will only be a bunch of soy sauce men, only to watch and pass by, Yueyang will never share victory fruit with them.

“... Uncle, are you?” Yueyang pretended not to know the Black Prison King.

“Ha ha, what an interesting young man.” The Black Prison King didn't answer, just smiled in disguise as Ha Mai Di Ha Ha.

He knew that Yueyang deliberately refused to recognize him, thereby striking himself.

Immediately laugh.

Not only him, but even the two men standing beside him, the most powerful East War tigers and North Fang under the Black Prison King, laughed haha. When they learned that the Shark King had gone to Ray's Fort to challenge them, they heard a few tips to be repelled by Little Titan and immediately came to Yueyang in front of the transmission array on the sixth floor of the Sky Tower. To be sure, this cunning mind was easily intercepted, and the potential of the ancient Yue family today is three small. The Black Prison King has tried several times to kill this young man. After all, it is very unwise to allow such a descendant of unlimited potential to grow into a new generation of prison emperors.

However, there is a man present who makes the Black Prison King throw rat taboos, worried.

That's supreme!

She is the introducer of Yue Jia San Shao Tong Tian Tower, although not publicly admitted, in fact she is his teacher.

The Black Prison King has every reason to believe that he would not have grown so fast if it had not been for the supreme dedication to build and the genius and potential of this Yue family.

Killing Yue Jia San is easy, only to piss off the supreme, she will definitely be angry and will probably do whatever it takes to avenge her beloved disciple.

This is the last thing the Black Prison King wants to see.

Who's stronger and weaker? The Black Prison King may be, but he knows that, with all his might, none of his men will survive. The Black Prison King did not want to wage a full-scale war with the Supreme without obtaining the Divine Scriptures and obtaining the relics of ancient treasures such as divine blood, martial souls, etc., without entering the ruins of the gods. Two defeats and injuries will only leave the dragon emperor, emperor, underworld and other chasers in vain.

Besides, the Black Prison King's body has not returned to its peak, and this is not the best time to fight the Supreme.

East War Tiger and North Fangfang looked at each other quietly.

When the Black Prison King can't do it, it's the beginning of their quest.

In any case, test the falsehood of the Yue family. If he is a great threat, kill him by doing whatever it takes. If he is not the greatest threat, teach him a lesson and give him a banging tiger.

“Jiu Muyue's three younger names, Tiger hopes that the three younger ones can point out a few tricks.” The East War Tiger was very polite, but the killing plane was hidden. Since the destruction of the Zijinguo sub-base by Yueyang, the losses were heavy. The East War Tiger's face was not clear, and he has always been ashamed and deeply hated the bone marrow. Don't say that the Black Prison King is on his side. If not, he would like to try Yueyang's hand.

“Feng Xiao has seen three minors, asking for pointers.” A middle-aged man, two metres tall, Kui Wei's unusual, bronze-skinned, threw off the cape first.

“…” heard him report his family name, Yueyang slightly frowned in the dark.

Is that Feng again?

Before Miss Feng's affair with Uncle Si had just come to an end, Yueyang later caught Mr. Feng ‘sealing the gold' like a lunatic at a branch office in Zijinguo. Now one of the five great commanders of the Black Prison King's North Fang Fang, even his last name is Feng. What does this wild boar King Beifang Feng have to do with the Feng family?

Has there ever been a mysterious and unknown history in the past?

In front of the three powerful enemies, Yueyang temporarily pressed the curiosity and suspicion in his heart.

“I don't dare point, kid tripod cat kung fu, not practicing, I'm afraid I'll miss out on injuring both seniors, if that's the case, it's not good.” Yueyang punched a huh.

“If this is the case, then point more, otherwise they will not know the thickness of the heavens and the earth!” The eyes of the Black Prison King are cold.

“Please teach!” The East War Tiger and the North Fang looked at each other tacitly.

If other juniors say that, they'll laugh off their big teeth.

But in front of Major Yue Jia, they can't be the wind in their ears.

Even Ziwei Emperor and Black Prince have said that this Yue family has made little progress, and at this moment it is estimated that it can no longer possess the innate level 8 strength. The Negro King was also secretly shocked by their assessment. Speaking of growth speed, the Imperial Emperor is far less than the Yue family. Since ancient times, there has never been such a man who could have been promoted to the innate before the age of twenty, and then, within two years, crazily climbed to the innate eighth level… let alone the ordinary martial artist, the most gifted prison emperor of 6,000 years ago, nor could he have done so.

Yueyang smiled slightly at the first challenge of Beifang: “This is not a better place to try, is it? ”

“Old age has the privilege of meeting several people. If it's not convenient to talk here, why don't we move to the old resting place, make tea products, and talk about heights and heights again? ”

There was a courteous voice from a very distant place.

Sounds like far away from the sky.

But clearly in the ear, like talking in the ear.

There was a black dot, and when it appeared, he walked one step at a time. Whenever he took a gentle step, his body moved forward a hundred meters. In the blink of an eye, he was already standing beside Yueyang.

Dressed in a black robe, her hair was full, but her face was crane-haired and she didn't look old at all.

Emotional, courteous, and natural.

There is a sort of breakdown in the sky, and it doesn't allow him to relax as if he were moving.

He, of course, went to Longteng Mainland to pick up Yueyang's old Nangong... His appearance made the Black Prison King's eyes slightly shrink, laughing at the innate gift to greet the old Nangong. The old Nangong also paid homage to the Black Prison King, the East War Tiger and the North Fang.

“If Mr. Nangong were invited, would the old black man fail? Please!" The Black Prison King stretched out his hand in disguise.

“The Black Jail King has reached the innate supremacy, and the Tower of Heaven is honored with strength, not with age. The Nangong Fall Cloud, though a few years old, should not be the Black Jail King. You should call Nangong directly.” The words of the old man from Nangong intimidated Yueyang. The Black Prison King was immortal 6,000 years ago. It's exaggerated enough. The old man is older than the Black Prison King. How old is he?

No wonder he's as strong as the Black Prison King, and he should greet the old man first.

Yueyang felt that even now, Tianmen-Hui-eye had improved himself, he still could not see Mr. Nangong.

It can be seen that this old man is not so simple, he used to underestimate him... of course, it is not ruled out that the old Nangong has treasures or some kind of gift to cover up so that no one can see the truth.

“Mr. Nangong, please.” The East War Tiger and the North Fang looked at Yueyang and responded in unison.

“Little Titan, what do you think?” Mr. Nangong asked.

“Sorry, no beauty, just uncle and old man's place, I'm not going!” Yueyang refused.

Nangong's old man was fine, and he seemed to have guessed Yueyang would say that, his face remained the same. The Black Prison King also looks like a senior high man, and doesn't make a sound. Only the East War Tiger and North Fang made Yueyang's words light. Mr. Nangong invited him, hardly anyone in the world dared to refuse. This kid is a freak. Most importantly, Mr. Nangong was obviously biased against him, and he had no mercy at all. Is he really so confident that he could escape his life together with the three of his own?

A wave of walnuts plays like heaven.

Gently at first, it stings like a fountain.

Sooner or later, as spring breezes and rain blow the earth, it sounds like a drunken man.

The tonal velocity changed again, the instant, the piao quickened, the music turned into a windy cold winter.

Everyone seemed to be in a snowy, cold weather, freezing straight into the bone marrow, almost freezing the blood. Yet another dark and mute voice, louder and louder, eventually like thousands of army horses hiding in the snow, people boiling, war horses hissing, deafening...

In the heavens and the earth, suddenly there are countless murderous terror generals, roaring like thunder, pounding.

They lift the bloodshed blade and behead each and every man!

His heart was as strong as Yueyang's, and he could not help but immerse himself in it and take it away from him when he heard such horrible demonic music play.

Sound of the devil!

His soul trembled and suddenly the innate weather in the fields, such as a volcanic eruption, burst out of his body and completely dispersed the freezing hell of a chill.

“Okay, good song" Snowwalking. "” The Black Prison King clapped his hands and Yueyang captured the slight change in energy between the Black Prison King's hands in a thousandth of a second, using Heavenly Wisdom's eyes. This Black Prison King behaves less than himself, and he needs to clap his hands in order to disperse the negative effects of the musical illusion. Of course, Yueyang knew that he had innate temperament and Nirvana fire. It was normal to resist demonic sounds better than the Black Prison King, but he didn't expect that the Black Prison King, who was wearing a sacred instrument, would still be affected by this Biwako sound.

“The song was intoxicating, surrounding the beam for three days.” Mr. Nangong's jaw is equally praiseworthy.

“Huh...” neither the East War Tiger nor the North Fang could speak. They hurried to speak and let out an icy chill.

All the martial artists curious in the extreme distance have been formed into ice sculptures.

The expression solidifies forever, life fades unconsciously.

Devil's voice, Williams?

Yueyang was frightened and couldn't help but fight a cold war.

He felt that the Black Prison King was watching himself closely in the dark at this time. His heart was screaming so risky, he quickly pretended to be affected by demonic sounds, his body was unbearable, and he even fought several cold wars of exaggerated appearance.

Black Prison King's eyes are bladed.

Yueyang's reaction has been proven to be true and false, and Yueyang, who recovered from a cold war alone, is intimidated.

He found that there were no false rumors from the outside world that the Yue family, three small, did possess more than eight levels of strength. If the demonic sounds affected him, his condition was restored, especially over the East War Tiger and North Fang. If the cold war in front didn't start naturally, he would have let himself hide it. It seems that his recovery is only slightly worse than that of himself and Mr. Nangong, and he is as perverted as the legend!

There was a beautiful woman holding a jade stone pipa, a big snow robe, the jade steps raw lotus walking.

No man has arrived, and the incense has struck.

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Today, even more so, the first two days of finger injury, the words hurt a lot and the yards were very slow.

Take a break and we'll try to make it up as many yards as possible tomorrow.

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