Necropolis Immortal

No one would have thought that, at this time, the Xuanhe God appeared and forcibly interrupted the ongoing Xuanhe Festival!

Everyone can be sure that this young girl in front of you is definitely the god of the Xuanhe River.

Aside from the Xuanhe God, ask who has that ability to forcibly terminate the Xuanhe Grand Festival, and who can suppress the boiling Xuanhe water.

Xuanzhou immortals have long knelt down to worship.

endless spiritual willpower poured towards the body of the Xuan.

Her original power was only that of the true fairy. With these devout powers, she quickly recovered to the realm of the heavenly fairy, and is still upgrading.

No one is more grateful than Xuanzhou.

Back then, it was Xuanzhou who fought to suppress the ancient immortal tomb and put an end to the Xuanzhou riots.

Once again, she was the one who created the boundary and sealed the tomb of the ancient fairy.

The frequency of the Yin Spirit riots in that ancient Immortal Tomb has decreased considerably over the past millennium.

Now, when the gods of the Xuanhe River reappeared, Xuanzhou's immortals immediately gave their most fanatical wishes and thoughts.

“You bastards, the Xuanhe God is dead, she is a water demon born in Xuanhe!!! ”

Seeing the Xuanhe River God under the worship of the Xuanzhou Immortals became more powerful, and Lu Yuanhou was almost insane.

Take his chances, don't wear them!

Kill her!!! ”

Lu Yuanhou roared loudly.

But there was no one there to do it.

Either the Wind Nation or the Immortals of the Lu Nation dare not move.

In Xuanzhou, a strange atmosphere has been formed among the fairy cultivators, and these moments have been combined into a great one.

Just like a mountain, pressed against the hearts of those immortals.

Such momentum does not harm their bodies, but can destroy their spirits.

Zhongzhi Chengcheng!

Xuanzhou has sheltered Xuanzhou for a thousand years. In the hearts and minds of Xuanzhou people, Xuanzhou's status even surpassed that of the Evil Emperor.

The instant that Xuanzhou appeared, immediately brought together Xuanzhou's idea of living spirit, creating a power to protect the river god.

Xuan died a thousand years ago.

A thousand years, not too long for a fairy practitioner, some of those who experienced the war a thousand years ago are still alive. They once and for all told the people around them about the merits of the Xuanhe God, praised the Xuanhe God for His mercy, and passed down her story from generation to generation.

More importantly, every hundred years Xuanhe Grand Festival, the sacrifice is also Xuanhe God, Xuanzhou Life Spirit, never forgotten her.

……

“How can this be, how can it be! ”

The wind and Lu Yuanhou were completely disturbed.

“Worship the water demon, do you want to rebel? ”

Wind away from loud scolding.

“Rebellion? ”

Suddenly, a slight mockery drifted out of the Xuan River.

The wind saw a young man in black and walked out from behind Xuan Zheng.

“You, Chill, how did you get along with that witch! ”

The wind and Lu Yuanhou's complexion changed.

Compared to the wind, Chill is the authentic Tian Di envoy, every word represents the will of the Emperor of Lang Evil Heaven.

“Witch? ”

"" Are you saying that you are a witch, "exclaimed the chilling smile." The god of the Xuanhe River who guarded Xuanzhou for a thousand years? Wind away, Lu Yuanhou, where exactly do you two care? ”

“Bullshit! ”

By this time, the mind of the wind has returned to clarity.

The wind is far from the Evil Heaven, although he is a playboy, but he is more intelligent than Lu Yuanhou.

“A thousand years ago, after the ancient Immortal Tomb was sealed by the Xuanhe God, it had already fallen. The Xuanhe God, who had fallen a thousand years ago, could not have been reborn at all! ”

The wind whispered out loud.

Xuanzhou did not speak, her eyes were clear and she watched the creatures of Xuanzhou on the bank of the river silently.

A thousand years later, the spirits of Xuanzhou did not forget her. The centennial Xuanhe Festival was also a ceremony for the true sacrifice of her, and it did not become a task.

This adds an indescribable touch to Xuan's heart.

“If the Xuanhe God is dead, then why am I here? ”

“The river god used himself as a junction to seal the entrance to the ancient Immortal Tomb," he grinned. "Who's sure she's really dead? ”

“Answer the message! ”

Suddenly, Chill held the Emperor's token in his hand and said loudly.

The body of Xuan Zheng is overflowing and worshipping.

“Today, by order of the Emperor, I seal you as the god of the Xuanhe River, guard the Xuanhe River, and protect the creatures of Xuanzhou. Will you? ”

The chilly tone is somber.

At this moment, on the banks of the river, everyone held their breath, their eyes, blinking at the shadows of several people floating above the Xuan River.

“Enlightenment. ”

Xuanxuan sandalwood mouth gently opened and said softly.

Then… the entire banks of the Xuan River boil.

Xuanhe River God, get the book seal of Langhe Evil Heaven!

This is even more certain that the young girl in front of her is the Xuanhe River God.

Though it was sealed in the Qing Dynasty Book, she held the Tian Dynasty Token in her hand, representing the will of the heavenly God, which is no different than the seal of the heavenly Book herself.

Heavenly Heaven, nature is qualified to seal the gods, and the gods after being sealed are the orthodox gods.

In today's fairy world, there are still a lot of forces to capture the 'wild gods’, but no one dares to move the righteous gods that have been sealed. The righteous gods, like the state pastoral, are all members of one side, representing the majesty of a heavenly garden.

“This is the end of the Great Festival of the Millennial Xuanhe. ”

Xuanxian said softly: “In the future, there will be no more Xuanhe Grand Festival... the exit of Xuanhe in the tomb of Ancient Immortals has been completely sealed. ”

On the banks of the Xuanhe River, another cheer.

……

“Take it easy! ”

The wind was about to erupt from the sight of Lu Yuanhou and hurried to hold him.

“It's just an opportunity to improve it. If you don't want it, don't! ”

The wind leaves the rumor.

“ …… ”

Lu Yuanhou bites his teeth and he has seen Lu Yun over the Xuanhe River.

This time, he lost again!

“Will there be no more Xuanhe Festival? ”

Lu Yuanhou smiled. He said, "In that case, take the sacrifice and let's go. ”

Lu and Feng people, this is a relief.

The power above the altar has dissipated, and the Lu people climb the altar, and they must grab the wind.

“Wait! ”

Eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

“What is it, Lord Kawajin? ”

Lu Yuanhou asked in confusion.

“Leave a few people on the altar. ”

Xuanxiao said.

“Ha, ha, ha...”

Lu Yuanhou laughed loudly, "Lord Kawajin, are you kidding me? Now that the sacrifice is over, what more do you want from these sacrifices? These sacrifices were taken out by Young Master Ben and must now be taken away by Young Master Ben. ”

The cactus face of the Lu tribe also carries a smudge.

They all came from the Evil Sky with the Uncle Lu Yuanhou. The Xuanzhou Immortals and Immortals honored the Xuanhe God, but they did not see the river God in their eyes.

A fairy.

Such a god, the Lu people don't know how much to capture.

Had it not been for Xuanzhou's immortals to create a strange momentum to prevent them from harming the Xuanhe God, these immortals would have wiped him out long before Xuanhe was sealed.

“Lu Yuanhou, we meet again. ”

At this time, Lu Yun stepped on the waves and landed on the banks of the Xuanhe River.

Moe, butterflies follow.

“Don't know what Xuanzhou Liam is saying? ”

Lu Yuanhou looked at Lu Yun and saw the killing in his eyes.

“You keep bothering me, just a few times I didn't have time for you. This time, you can die in peace. ”

Lu Yun smiled coldly.

“You want to kill me too? ”

Lu Yuanhou grinned.

This time, his fifth uncle brought many powerful immortals from the Lu ethnic group. Although Jin Xian did not dare to step into Xuanzhou, Shang Xian came more than a dozen.

Now, by Lu Yuanhou, there are seven senators.

If it hadn't been for Lu Yuanhou's uncle, he wouldn't have killed Lu Yun. I'm afraid these immortals would have embraced him and taken Lu Yun down.

“Roar.”

A low howl came out.

Before the smile on Lu Yuanhou's face dissipated, he discovered in horror that the immortals around him, one after the other, had died.

Their deaths are so miserable, they seem to have been devoured by something, like blood all over their bodies, be it the Numen or the flesh. Dry yourself out.

Then he saw a human monster, seemingly skinless, appearing in front of him, strangling his throat.

“Stop! ”

After the wind saw the blood-red monster appear, his face changed dramatically. He drank hastily, "You can't kill him...”

Knock!

Before the wind was finished, the blood corpse had broken Lu Yuanhou's neck and directly devoured his Numen.

soul flies away and scatters!

Lu Yuanhou, a brilliant genius of the Lu ethnic group, died.

“Xuanzhou, it's my land. ”

Bloody bodies scattered and returned to the ghost gate.

Lu Yun's voice was low, “During my time as a Xuanzhou herder, I have to follow my rules. ”

“And whoever touches me, whoever, dies! ”

Lee on one side was talented and beat a shiver.

It's more like saying it to him.