The City’s Strongest Immortal Emperor

Although Zhuo Qingyun is a strong deity, it is only the initial cultivation of the deity, and he has a chronic disease, otherwise he will not be a magnificent person who will divinely deify the realm and hide in the mountain village.

But for so many years he has lived in a mountain village for a long time, and the fighting instinct is not so clever. The actual combat effectiveness is not as tyrannical as a real master of God. Therefore, the two barbarian kings suddenly attacked him and suffered a lot of losses, if not the law Qi has the power of self-defense. I was afraid that it would be opened by others.

Rao was invincible, Zhuo Qingyun received a blow, and only took a few steps back, reacted, and said in his mouth: "The gate turns, the gate stops, the east is the north!"

The French flag, as ordered, flipped around.

The open space in front of him turned into a fire field, thunder and thunder, the wind and the clouds, the fire and the snake, all fluttering like enemies.

Dongxun Barbarian shouted "㺃!"

The ring in the hand radiates light, forming a huge dog-like monster, with a triangle on the head, two ears like branches, clumping branches, a small beam angle in the middle, only bulging, and fur spots on the body, but I don’t know what a monster.

The monster's body gradually solidified, "Liu Law ~"

The two big horns on the head were spread like branches, covering the wind like a big tree, and the opened mouth was not heard, but the blazing fire was sucked up.

Although Tu Yan Man King is reckless, he has also experienced battles of all sizes to become a Man King. How can he not be able to wait for such a good time.

The wind swayed, but the figure slammed directly in front of Zhuo Qingyun, "booming". With one palm, he shot Zhuo Qingyun directly for more than ten meters.

"Poof!" Zhuo Qingyun, the village chief who was injured this time, wiped the blood from his mouth with one hand and sneered: "A few little rabbits, they have so much strength under their hands, and they can't kill my old man. Ha ha ha!"

This bitter taunt is nothing more than a means of delaying time, and King Qingqing is eager to march in the army, and will not respond. Seeing that one person and two can't kill the old man, several people's eyes meet, and they should not hesitate. A barbarian shot at the same time.

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At this time, Qing Yunzong and Wu Yongzong, who had just arrived, saw many demon soldiers besieging this small village, and they were suspicious. They immediately killed a group of demon in the west of the village and prepared to sneak into the village to find out.

When I thought I was about to enter the village, I saw a lot of villagers hiding at the entrance of the village.

I learned from the villagers that the village is called Shanshui Village. Zhuo Qingyun resisted the barbarians alone to save everyone, and the villagers saw that Wu Yongzong Lao knew which sect he was from, and saw that he was extraordinary, immortal, and had already been overthrown. In order to save Zhuo Qingyun's heart, he didn't care about running away, let alone asking in detail, so he called out a fairy to rescue our village chief Yunyun.

Wu Yongzong was always a jealous and envious character. After listening to the cry of the villagers and ignoring the safety of these people, he ran into the village.

When I entered the village, my heart gradually calmed down, and I observed along the way that the village was organized and actually looked like a formation. The village head who was supposed to be able to stop the demon was not an ordinary person.

When I ran to the road near the east of the village entrance, I suddenly saw the scene of the siege of Zhuo Qingyun by the three barbarian kings.

The three barbarian kings attacked a weak old man together, presumably the old village chief among the villagers.

Although he was amazed at the fact that such a master of cultivation was hidden in a remote village, but the anger in his heart rose in vain as he saw the left and right clumsies of the three barbarian kings.

"Give me death!"

Wu Yongzong evoked a bronze mirror in his hand, and when he got up, he shot a yellow mongolian light and directed it at the three barbarian kings.

First, the Qingqing Barbarian King responded the fastest, his figure retreated, and the blue stone floor under his feet shot a deep pit with a sneer.

The subsequent Dongxun Barbarian King could not stop because of a distance.

The worst thing is Tu Yan Barbarian King.In the first place, he could not escape, and was photographed transparently. All the places where it was irradiated were bare. The wolf hair on the body was almost burned and turned into a naked lamb.

The angry Tu Yanman Wang knew that this mirror was powerful, and if it hadn’t been turned into an ontology, he might have been injured, so he had to swear: “Wang bastard, you fucking attacked me!”

The originally majestic body swelled again to become the size of a house, and the green on the body was like a mountain, and a paw fell hard.

The old village head Zhuo Qingyun is not a pedantic person. Although he does not know Wu Yong, in the wilderness, especially in the northern Xinjiang region, the human and the demon are not mutually exclusive. Therefore, when Wu Yong is a master of the human race, he knows that he is here. The helper is even more brave.

With a spit of blood in the mouth, the old face was a bit old, and the small flag in the hand stood against the wind and became amorous: "Gossip becomes sixty-four strips!"

The sound was shocked. The gossip array, which had been missing a door, was transformed from life to life, from life to death, and the whole village turned.

Suddenly the house collapsed, the earth collapsed, and the entire field of vision suddenly became misty, the smoke rising up, the rest of the demon soldiers and soldiers in the village were chaotic. The whole scene was noisy and unclear.

Even the barbarian king can't break this mystery, and the vigorous demon spirit is not enough to maintain this square, let alone the enemy.

"Daoyou, follow me!"

Just when Wu Yong was also lost in confusion, the voice of the old village head Zhuo Qingyun rang in Wu Yongzong's ear, and then a thin hand grabbed Wu Yong's arm.

In fact, with the strength of him and the new Wu Yong, if they join forces, it is more than enough to deal with the three barbarian kings.After all, he and Wu Yong are masters of metamorphic realm. Even if he has a chronic illness, Wu Yong has no problems at all. If he really exerts himself, he can clean up the three great barbarians.

Zhuo Qingyun is not clear about this.

It's just that all masters of self-cultivation are often good at looking forward. Therefore, although no one gave him a report, but through looking forward, he has long seen that the northern monsters are vertical and horizontal, and the army of demon is definitely already in sight.If they are delayed here for a long time, there is no guarantee that they will not be surrounded by the army, or attract more demon and demon masters.

They are all old and dealing with the grassland demon, knowing the demon's routines, often the army invades, and there must be accompanying demon masters.With the other party's fierce coming this time, the accompanying demon masters do not need to ask to know that they are not in the minority, and certainly not the two of them can resist.

Seeing that Zhuo Qingyun turned his hand over the cloud and rained over the rain, Wu Yongzong's old forehead was a little surprised, but then he raised his eyebrows and said, "I'll wait for me to catch a demon and go."

Although he also knew the danger, he still thought about the orders of the blood ghost ancestors, how could this matter be abandoned halfway.

Zhuo Qingyun frowned, and then said: "Okay, then I will give you a voice and teach you how to go."

The two looked at each other, and the sound was transmitted.

"Three steps from the upper left, one step from the right, two steps from the upper right, five steps from the upper left..." Zhuo Qingyun, the village mayor who knows the sound, does not know Wu Yong's identity, nor his specific case, but is in a life-saving trust. Can't help but expect him to return.

At this time, the entire village had turned into a land of thunder, wind, wind, and quagmire. Wu Yongzong, who was given instructions, passed this instruction before he came to the front of Tu Yanman.

I saw that the demon wolf transformed by Tu Yan Barbarian shook left and right, and often spit out an energy ball. It seemed to be fighting with people, and it seemed to be like a wind. In fact, he was trapped in the illusion of formation and was fighting with people.

He only heard him shouting loudly while dodge: "Wang bastard, have the ability to stand up to fight against this king brightly, don't hide to pretend to be a grandson!"

However, despite the loud roar, the loud voice was absorbed by the power of the formation within a few steps, where others could hear it.

"You are the one!"

In Wu Yong's eyes, the gleam of light flashed, and the treasure mirror in his hand flickered, instead of lingering in the blue light, which actually bound the Tuyan demon king.

"Everything is broken, there is a limit!"

Wu Yong vomited gently in his mouth.

The blue light of the bronze mirror was intricate and tightly wrapped around the Tu Yan Man King. Although the Tu Yan Man King roared repeatedly, he still pulled it into the mirror a little.

This bronze mirror was also obtained by chance when Wu Yongzong went abroad for training. Although it is a middle-class magic weapon, there is a fairly stable imprisonment space in it, which is endlessly useful.It can place human races, monsters, and enemies. The only drawback is that the space inside is not too large, and only those who can imprison the strength of the bronze mirror can not be used. If the enemy's strength is too strong, it is useless.

After capturing this bureaucrat, Wu Yong no longer loves to fight and turns back.

About two breaths, he returned to Zhuo Qingyun. The two looked at each other without saying much. The village head Zhuo Qingyun took Wu Yong's arm and "followed me."

Wu Yongzong did not insist, and let Zhuo Qingyun rush towards the west of the village.

In fact, to Zhuo Qingyun, Wu Yongzong's old heart was also amazed.

It should be understood that the three barbarian kings of the enemy are equivalent to the three monks of the Dacheng Yuanying, and the demon, the demon way of cultivation, are particularly good at close combat, and when it comes to close combat, they are generally innocent people who first enter the realm of God. If you are careful, you may lose money, not to mention that the other party still shoots together.

Zhuo Qingyun has one enemy and three opponents. Although he is a bit embarrassed, he did not lose after all. Based on this, he can be regarded as the top expert in Yanshan.

Not to mention Zhuo Qingyunxiu, there are many enemies, this mysterious formation of the mystery can block many demon, is already terrible.

You should know that even in their Qingyun Sect, they can block the three barbarian kings with the strength of nearly Yuanying in a village and a village. Such a master of formation can’t find one. It is unexpected that such a village is hidden in this remote village. Everyone.

It can be seen that Zhuo Qingyun's formation skills are profound.

The two had no more than four breaths. They turned to the villagers' gathering point. The village head Zhuo Qingyun was familiar with this place. The operation time was saved for most of the time. When the villagers waited for the warmth, Zhuo Qingyun spouted out. After a sip of blood, many people were terrified.

"Grandpa Grandpa, you..."

Hu Zi suddenly asked, anxiously, and almost cried.

In his mind, the grandfather of the village is Dashan, playing the only relatives of the small, the concern in his heart has long been beyond words.

"I'm fine, Xie Gaoren helped, I don't know where the Gaoren is sacred, so I can come to visit Japan!"

Zhuo Qingyun, the village head who turned his head, paid tribute to Wu Yong.

"The old man is the ancestor of Qingyun Zong, you don't have to do this gift, if the villagers have nowhere to go, it is better to come to Qingyun Zong to take refuge."

Wu Yong said.

Zhuo Qingyun, who heard the words, couldn't help but feel happy, and quickly said: "Then it's more annoying real people for a few days."

Everyone was happy, although they were leaving their hometown of Kuju, but if they went to an immortal dojo, they would not worry about the sorrow and worries in the future.

"Follow me first."

Wu Yong, as an old ancestor, has many magic weapons in his body, but he later cultivated it to a high level, which was not used in the past. However, he still kept one for unexpected needs, and now it is of use.

In the hand, the storage bag flew out of a mottled boat, which was a top-grade weapon, and rose in the wind, about a hundred feet in size, and could take hundreds of people. The crowd of villagers crowded up and the village head Zhuo Qingyun and Wu Yongzong were sitting at the head.

Make the sound together.

"Get up!"

I saw a gray shadow flash in the air and went straight to the Qingyun Sect. Although the boat's flight was not as fast as the speed of the monk of the God of God, it was comparable to the speed of the monk of the Yuanying.

On the way, the village chief Zhuo Qingyun saw that the flag was broken in his hand, and he was very sad. Only half of the incense array was completely broken, and the flag was also bitter, and he had to sigh.

Seeing this, old Wu Yongzong can also know the general idea. The formation has eyes, the formation damage can be reconstructed, the formation is broken, the formation of the eyes is basically destroyed, and his mouth has to be comforted: "This formation also belongs to I see the one with the most power, you don’t have to be discouraged, there will be better in the future."

The village head Zhuo Qingyun smiled bitterly. The formation of the formation was born. The formation of the mage followed the harmony of the world and the pursuit of self-determination. The formation of the banner was accompanied by him for a hundred years. It was like a magic weapon of life. Nostalgia is a truth.

The heart is so, Zhuo Qingyun, the village head, will not fail to accept this relationship, he has to say: "This flag has been with me for a hundred years, and it seems to be a wives who have made hair. If they discard it if they are bad, then it will be an example."

If it is said that Dazhi is out of this world, it is not unreasonable. This really surprised the old Wu Yongzong. I could not imagine that in a short period of time, this secular monk who became a secluded monk became the village chief, but it was not easy to cultivate such a profound Dao Xin .

It's not easy to express emotions, but it reminds me of the barbarian king bound in the bronze mirror.

Squeezed the handprint, the bronze mirror flashed, and cast the figure of Tu Yan Barbarian. Although he was tied up and strong, he was still making trouble.

"Huh, you beasts, dare to spread the wild in my hands, I don't know the sky is thick, and dare to spread the wild in my hands!"

Wu Yongzong hummed heavily.

With a pinch of the French seal in his hand, he saw that Huang Mengmeng's light was shining from all directions in the bronze mirror, shining on the Tu Yan Man King.

Suddenly the white smoke came up, but the fur was only half a breath, so it burned less, as if the ants were crawling around on the body, and there was a pain in the heart. The sweat on the head of Tu Tuman , Tossing the blood to and fro.