Supreme Uprising

The purpose of the White Crane Yuan is to prevent the ancestors of the Holy Tribe from cheating in anger and shame.

Although Yuan Zheng Da can be high, this does not mean that Yuan Zheng Da can have no joy of his own. Even many times, because it was so easy to take control of his destiny, Yuan Zheng Da liked to do whatever he wanted in many things.

In this trial, the Saints can say that they have lost both their wives and their soldiers, and the more at this time, the more they want to prevent the ancestors of the Saints from darkening Luo Yunyang.

With the orders of the three honorable lords of the Temple of Hongmeng, Baihe Yuanzheng can be said to have a superior heart about Luo Yunyang.

But now, looking at the void, he's flattened by a hundred times the power of Nine Days Falls, and can only put his anger in his stomach.

It is not that he is willing to put up with this breath, it is truly the ancestors of the Holy Tribe, this is done neatly, not to mention the fierce.

All the descendants of their own ethnic group were tied up with Luo Yunyang. Even if Baihe Yuanzheng knew the plans of the ancestors of the Holy Clan, there was no interface to stop them.

Though the Saints do not dare to offend the people, they cannot persecute too harshly their own subordinate communities.

Especially if it's a large group like the Saints, why give it a three-pronged face?

“Ancestor did a clean job, admire it!” After taking a deep breath, the White Crane priest spoke to the ancestors of the Holy Tribe.

The ancestors of the Holy Clan did not see the White Crane Yuan, because he knew that the White Crane Yuan would never give him a good face.

He looked at the pride son of the Holy Clan who was directly struck down from the void by the power of a pound of one-dollar water.

These proud sons, a skinny flesh blossom, even some of the Saints' talent, because they couldn't resist the impact of the ten times heavier one-dollar water, directly cut off by the burgeoning one-dollar heavy water, directly stopped the waist.

The circumstances at this time are, to say the least, tragic.

Though Nine Days Falls can protect those talented souls, it's also a huge loss.

However, in comparison to these losses, it is even more important not to allow Luo Yunyang to suppress the winning minds of the younger generation of the Saints in this fierce way.

“Jesus, Nine Heavens Falls. What's going on?” The martial artists of the Saints of War, madly retreating.

Although the one-dollar heavy water sprayed from the Nine Days Falls did not strike the warriors who watched the battle, the smell of suppression from the Nine Days Falls made them feel trembling from their hearts.

No mistake, it's tremor!

Their hearts are trembling, their souls are trembling, and even in this blazing sound of water, people faint directly into the past.

It is not that they have too little guts, it is that they have not been able to repair enough, and with this blatant power, it is difficult to create any resistance.

“I can't quit!” A mighty man of the Holy Tribe roared in the sky, and then his whole person was directly struck by this pounding power.

1... 2... 3...

That is, winking kung fu, the talent of tens of thousands of Saints fell, that became incredibly pounded, the momentum was incredibly ambitious in the waterfall of nine days, and there were only less than ten Saints left.

These talents are still insisting, but as the dollar of heavy water washes down, the scales on them begin to fall off like rain spots.

And what attracted the attention of the whole Holy Family was His Highness the Emperor Jiu. Although the colour of the uni-dollar heavy water he faced had become incredibly deep, he stabilized his body under the impact of a hundred times more powerful than that.

There's nothing wrong with that. He's holding his body steady!

And, with the impact of a dollar of heavy water, he even tried to move a step forward. While this step forward consumed him a great deal of strength, when he stepped out of it, the whole Holy Tribe was applauded for thundering.

Even the Oyun Winter Sea applauded.

The applause soon subsided, however, as a closest figure to His Highness the Imperial Palace began to rise again.

No mistakes, not steps, but rises.

Up was Luo Yunyang, at this time, he, on the surface, still kept a faint smile, even he did not change his ascending posture.

But in fact, every time a one-dollar impact of heavy water makes his body feel like a trembling chestnut.

At a time when the ancestors of the Saints did not bring the power of the Nine Days Falls to its limits, the rising situation of Luo Yunyang can really be said to be surplus.

But now, although he seems relaxed on the surface, he actually feels his pressure has increased by a factor of 10 for every foot up.

Honor: Power: 51 Speed: 34 Physique: 41 Spirit: 216 Blood: 0.35

Hybrid Hole Quaternary Beast: Power: 265 Speed: 141 Spirit: 214 Physique: 241

With the attribute regulator, Luo Yunyang has raised his honorable speed to a terrible level of 483 yuan.

This is also the limit of Luo Yunyang's ability to increase its speed. Mixed hole quaternary beasts are separated into other attributes, and are all added to Luo Yunyang's body.

His strength far exceeds his dignity, his body far exceeds the elite of the Holy Tribe, and his spirit, equally, is extraordinary.

And the agglomeration of these conditions allowed him to continue at even speeds, rising slowly towards the Nine Days Falls.

In other words, Luo Yunyang had come to His Highness the Emperor. He did not stop, but just nodded with a smile.

His Royal Highness Wang Jiu Roar!

For him, being transcended by Luo Yunyang at this time is a huge insult. Along with that mad roar, His Highness Wang Qiu rose empty and prepared to catch up with Luo Yunyang's steps.

But in the moment he vacated, the rolling one-dollar heavy water taught him the biggest lesson. In the moment, it was as if he had been struck on his body by the mountain of the ancient gods, and he fell straight down.

Without His Royal Highness, it can be said that the talent of the entire Holy Tribe is already in a state of all-army strength.

“How is that possible?” Some voices raise a question, a question that they do not believe in. But they questioned loud, but in the end, they were still filled with grief.

Luo Yunyang's body is still rising. And he was only 10 feet away from the top of the Nine Heavens Falls.

Purple giant, a little darkness in the color of the gods, when he used that almost common means of attribution, how could he not have thought that Luo Yunyang was so strong?

“How did he do that?” With the White Crane Yuan on his side, this ancient ancestor of the Holy Clan has no other way, he already has such a bland voice full of darkness.

The White Crane Lord did not think much about the problems of the ancestors of the Holy Clan. He smiled lightly. “If I didn't say it, I wouldn't know. Do you believe me? ”

“I believe!” The ancient ancestors of the Saints sank for a moment: “I was going to inspire the younger generation with the help of Nine Days Falls, but...”

Baihe Yuanzheng stopped talking, but looked faintly like a god and continued to rise, his eyes turned to Luo Yunyang at the top of the Nine Days Falls.

Being able to protect such a young talent is also a very good option for him.

Also in a moment, Luo Yunyang climbed to the top of the Nine Days Falls, and the Saints who focused on the Nine Days Falls became silent.

They want to say something, but in this case, they can't say anything at all.

Reassembled in Nine Days Falls, Qing Ming et al., one by one, with a kind of three points is awe, three points is admirable gaze, looking at Luo Yunyang, who stands high at the top of Nine Days Falls.

At this moment, they have raised the feeling that they will never be able to keep up with this person for the rest of their lives.

Oyun Winter Sea has been watching Qing Ming et al., it can be said that in Luo Yunyang like a god in nine days, he focused his attention on Qing Ming et al.

Seeing the performance of Qing Ming and others, his heart was filled with dissatisfaction, but eventually he could only sigh.

Because at this moment, there's really no other way.

Not only has he no other way, even the ancient ancestor of the Saints, can only sigh at this time, this time the price paid by the Saints can be said to be huge, but the end result is not what he wanted.

He had envisioned both victories and failures, which he could lead to, but now such a defeat would be difficult to overcome, even if it were him, the tragic defeat of any resistance.

“It seems that it is he who is most likely to be promoted to the great power of the Emperor of the Temple, of all the princes you have nurtured this time.” The ancestral voice of the Holy Tribes has a hint of touch: “is to do things, a little too hegemonic. ”

Baihe Yuanzheng ignored this complaint at all, but he looked at the eyes of Xiang Luo Yunyang with a lot of appreciation.

He understood in his heart that it would take at least a few centuries for the Saints to regain their self-confidence through this role. Luo Yunyang performed really well this time.

“Luo Yunyang, Babaohua Dragon Pool is just far away in the void, you can step into the middle of Babaohua Dragon Pool to practice quietly. ”

The words of the White Crane Yuan, there is not too much cover, it sounds directly around Nine Days Falls.

Luo Yunyang heard Baihe Yuanzheng's voice. There was no contradiction between him and Baihe Yuanzheng. At this time, he heard his voice and naturally understood that Baihe Yuanzheng had come to support himself.

“Thank you, Your Highness.” After a week of walking towards the void, Luo Yunyang swept away towards himself like a giant divine lake embedded in the void.

The area of the divine lake is full of 10,000 square circles. As Luo Yunyang rushed towards the lake surface, Luo Yunyang saw a carp with more than 100 lengths of length, coming straight out of the surface of the water, a kind of dragon flying heaven.

Feeling the power of that pound in the lake water, Luo Yunyang knew that he had finally arrived at Babaohua Dragon Pool!