Necropolis Immortal

Magic heaven is in turmoil.

The rich Qingzhou turned into Shuro Dojo, and hundreds of millions of living spirits died tragically.

This is the worst disaster in 80,000 years in the Immortal World.

The whole immortal of Langhui Tian is watching Xuanzhou... Originally, Lu Yun joined forces with Qingcoln to seal the gap of the ancient immortal tomb. Everyone took a slight breath of relief and thought that the disaster had resolved.

But the immortals of the Qing and Feng tribes suddenly penetrated, completely detonated the ancient immortal tomb, and the whole moon was angry.

Zhao Changkong, the Emperor of Langhui Heaven, was the power that led the entire city of Xianxian, blockaded the city of Xianxian, the wind clan, the two ethnic Ching immortals, all of them confined in the city of Xianxian.

“Zhao Changkong, you can't do this! ”

If the old ancestors of the Wind Clan were insane, nine Xuantian fruits emerged from his body, joined together, and bombarded the lights outside of the Immortal City with madness, trying to blow the city away.

The Ching ancestors were very calm.

“The moon is a big mistake, and there is a price to pay. ”

Without waiting for the arrival of Qin Sheng and the painting holy, the ancient ancestors of the Qing clan personally suppressed the 36 strongest fruit thrones of the Qing clan with 365 Immortals, before defeating the Qing clan cave heaven.

“Old Ancestor! ”

The repressed cactus face changed dramatically, and they looked at their ancestors with incredible eyes.

“The Qing clan has decayed, even without this robbery, there will be the scourge of extermination. ”

Qing ancestors sighed, "Tread Xian, take the rest of the people to Xuanzhou. Ching Cold is a good child, and Lu Yun has not killed the Ching people all along. They will not refuse you. ”

Now the chief of the Qing clan, in order to reproduce the star body, the elected chief of the Qing clan fell on his knees and kowtowed again to the ancestors of the Qing clan.

Ching Tao is also a fairy, but his cultivation and qualifications can only be considered moderate, the 365

“When the Qing people accepted the conditions of the Donglin family, it was destined for today. ”

After that, the Qing ancestors stopped talking, and he turned his back and overthrew the Qing Immortals who tried to break the seal, completely suppressing them.

Later, the hands of the elder ancestors of the Qing clan, a bead with a light golden light and charm turned into a fiction, did not fall into the body of the Qing tread fairy.

See, more than half of the Cactus of the Qing clan's eyes reveal a glimmer of despair.

This is the town fairies of the Qing clan, suppressing the luck of the Qing clan, making the Qing clan the biggest base card of the peak group of the fairy world, none.

Xuan Xuan Golden Bead, an innate fairy.

Now, Xuan Xuan Jin Zhu fell into the hands of Qing Tao Xian, which also means that Qing Tao Xian, from a puppet owner, became the true master of the Qing clan.

Thirty-six cactus of the Qing clan, 365 to the fall of the Immortal meteorite... the Qing clan no longer has the strong, from a peak group to the end of the Immortal Realm.

Qing ancestors, looking like juveniles, the last time he was in Xiancheng, he sat outside Lu Cao Tian, stopping the land road.

“Please also complete the emperor. ”

The ancient ancestors of the Qing clan bowed and bowed in the direction of Zhao Changkong.

“Okay.”

Zhao Changkou nodded and said: "No one can stop the Qing clan from going to Xuanzhou. The violators… are exterminated. ”

Zhao Changkong's voice vibrated deafly and spread through the whole glamorous evil sky. He was still stupidly moving, trying to intercept the forces of the Qing clan immediately calmed down, afraid to move lightly.

Even though the former Emperor, Zhao Feng, who reached the ultimate position in the Mixed Yuan fruit position, is now unable to resist any of the forces in Lang Evil Heaven.

Because of the high pressure policy of successive generations of Langhui Emperors, it is forbidden for Langhui Heaven to produce mixed fruit bits, so now Langhui Heaven is the most stable day of nine days.

Of the remaining eight heavens, many peak ethnic groups have rebelled.

Zhao Changkong shouted and calmed down the whole evil sky.

On the other hand, the wind clan was still resisting, trying to break the seal of immortality and escape.

The entire immortality is overshadowed by powerful formations and bans, and the city cannot be shaken by how the strong men of the Wind Ancestors and Wind Nation bomb.

In Immortal City, countless immortals are shocked.

The old Wind Ancestors stood at the peak of Lang Evil Heaven, one of the strongest under the Lang Evil Heavenly Emperor, but now the great array in the Immortal City is opened, the Wind Ancestors are like the Tree of Shake, unable to shake the city pool.

Many Immortals associate themselves with the scene of the first spiritual clan of Langhui Heaven moving out of Immortality tens of thousands of years ago.

I'm afraid the Spirit Nation at that time had this feeling.

The so-called spiritual tribe was killed by the hybrid fruit, but only by borrowing donkeys down the hill.

Langhui Tian wants to attack the Wind Nation, and the Wind Nation has no chance of escape.

Immortal light shines over the whole city of Xianxiang, let alone escape, even if the ancient ancestors of the wind clan want to burn jade stones can't do it.

“Give up the resistance, old friend. ”

The ancient ancestors of the Qing clan watched the Wind Immortals struggle. They couldn't help but sigh in the shadows: “You and I, who have committed heinous crimes, have been cursed by the Immortal Realm. Even if you can get out of here, all the blood of the Wind Nation will be extinct. ”

“Let's atone for our sins with you and my blood and leave a ray of life for future generations. ”

“Shut up!!! ”

The old ancestors of the wind clan screamed madly, “Zhao Fengyang, that lunatic is exactly my chance to pick Mixed Yuan Dao fruit... one step, just one step away! I can plunge into the void, pick mixed fruits, achieve the mighty... I don't want to! ”

Boom...

With a long tsunami from the old ancestors of the Wind Nation, a fairy light descended in the city of Immortal City and directly knocked him over to the ground.

Painting Saints and Qin Saints arrived.

The two men stood outside the immortals and looked indifferently at the immortals of the Wind and Ching tribes.

“Any last words? ”

At this moment, in the eyes of the Holy Spirit, there is a ray of blood, and he is demonic, and there is no cactus.

It's a complete demon head.

Qin Shengxin was shocked. He didn't know exactly what he saw in his eyes at the time, so deeply demonic that the body of his eyes ate Qin Sheng's body and broke the seal of Qingzhou Ancient Immortal Tomb.

The elder ancestors of the Qing Nation shook their heads slightly.

Qin Shengyi waved his hand and prompted the power of the entire Immortal City. In an instant, he took away the two ancestors, 72 fruit immortals, along with the rest of the Immortals.

Zhao Changkong looked at Qin Sheng and painted the shadow of Sheng's departure. His face was a little uncertain.

When he promised to paint, he helped him eat several other identities... but now it seems that Qin Sheng can easily suppress painting holy.

The Qing tribe withdrew from the original cave sky, and began to evacuate Xianxian, heading towards the Ordzhou border transfer formation, but the wind tribe... before the wind tribe's ancient ancestors were captured, there was not even a word left.

Naturally, the immortals of the Wind Nation will not easily withdraw from the hollow sky, and they will be able to see what happens in the future.

……

Zhao Changkong's mouth angle crossed a slight curve.

Now that he has just ascended to the throne of God, his power is unstable... the two peak communities of the Wind Nation and the Ching Nation have vanished, which happens to be in his mind, and his rule over Luang Evil Heaven is even stronger.

What Zhao Changkong is going to do next is to support his mother and some of the people who have always supported him to rebuild a group of listening peak people.