The Gate Of Good Fortune

Huang Mai, the Catholic Palace outside Xuan Huang Tian, who was denied the right to speak by the Seven Kingdoms, began presiding over the General Assembly again. There is only one thing to discuss, which is to overturn the previous proposal to fight in advance. When Ningcheng returns, the battle to divide the sky between Xuanhuang and Huangtian will begin.

This time, Sang Wangxiao first came forward to make a statement, “I agree with Maple God, since it was negotiated, it is natural to abide by it. ”

Ding Ring, who was not eligible to participate in the General Assembly, sat at the General Assembly this time. After Sang Wang Tao finished his speech, he immediately said, “Maple God is right, since it is a battle, naturally everyone needs to arrive. I, the lord of the Holy Taoist Sect, have not returned to Xuan Huang Sky for the time being because of something, I feel that in addition to waiting for Ning Taoist friends, I should also wait for the lord of my Holy Taoist Sect to return. ”

Sang Wangxiao looked at Yan Yi of the ternary realm and Zuo Ming of the Nine Heavens realm, among others, although there were many more attendees here than before. However, many of them were sent from small boundaries and were not qualified to speak at all.

In Sang Wangxiao's view, with the scene of Ningcheng's powerful slaughter of Titsawa in front, Yan Yao and Zuoming would surely stand up and agree immediately. Unexpectedly, Yan shrugged his shoulders and did not speak.

Yan Yan did not speak, and the woman beside him, who looked very ordinary, held her fists and said, "I disagree with the trinity. It is a big thing to redefine the boundaries between the sky and the sky. It's not up to a few people, it's about the big boundaries. Naturally, the sooner things are resolved, the better. The sooner the fight is agreed, and the sooner the date is fixed, how can you change it because one person says so? ”

If this woman did not stand up and speak, Song Wang Yi would not care about her at all. Now that she stood up and spoke, Song Wang Yi found that she could not see through the other person's specific repairs.

Is this a strong match, why have you been following Yan Yan before and never talked?

Without waiting for Sang Wang Xuan to figure out what was going on, another gray-haired old man stood up, “I think Mido Tomo from the ternary realm is right, I would also not agree to delay the fight. For us, the demarcation of the boundaries between the sky and the sky is long enough. It's ridiculous to delay a fight without one or two people arriving. Since it's a fight, even if it doesn't come, it's an automatic waiver. ”

This is another strong match, this time Sang Wang Tao is sure. Unlike that woman, he didn't see the old man with the gray hair at the previous meetings, presumably the strong man from the Nine Days World who had just arrived here.

Two consecutive strong people came forward to speak, and Sang Wang Tao said nothing more. He helps Ningcheng speak OK, doesn't mean he wants to block the gun for Ningcheng. Looks like Xuan Huangtian and the sky's position in the interfaces of all major players has improved again. Otherwise, there will be no successive strong people coming here. I wonder if he will also send a strong match in Tianmen.

“I think the two Daoists of the Trinity and Nine Heavens are right that it is premature and not too late to fight. Wang Yiu, you've been in Xuan Huang Tian outside the sky for so long, according to reason, this matter should have been resolved long ago. Until now, this matter has not been resolved, and this really shouldn't be. I have also heard that besides the indestructible axe, the green lotus also begins to agglomerate..."

Sang Wangxiao was still thinking about the heavenly gate, a sudden voice appeared at the entrance of the hall, and the people in the hall were surprised, which was when he saw a long-haired man standing at the entrance. I can't tell his age, but his long white hair is remarkable.

There was no rhyme around him, but it gave rise to a powerful oppression like a mountain. More importantly, he had a little woman in red in his hand.

A lot of people here know this little woman. She really beat the soup of the Seven Kingdoms to make the strong.

“Holy King of the Phoenix...” Others too, Ding Ring was the first to come out and shout.

If there is no soup, Ting Jing is no longer satisfied with this person, he will not dare to stand up and speak. With this man's horrible power, I'm afraid he could be killed by a single blow. But Tang Jianzheng was a lifesaver to him. He couldn't be more angry when he was being held in his hand.

“Put down the Phoenix Holy King...” Ding stopped jumping out of anger.

The other side is also a strong match. Faced with his own savior, Ding Jing couldn't help but rush out.

“A hybrid ant, too, dared to be rude to me.” The gray-haired man with the soup hummed furiously, raising his hand and slapping it out.

Ding ring the whole person was like a broken kite, bound by his slapping rhyme, directly on the wall of the hall. In the sound of broken bones, the rhymes around Ting Ring burst wildly. Even idiots know that this slap ruined the bones and rhymes of Ting's ring.

“Huh, a few times.” This conformist saw Ding Ring under his palm, only to destroy his muscles and rhymes. I can't believe I didn't photograph him as a bloody mist. It doesn't look like this little hybrid is easy.

Though he didn't do his best, Ding Ring was able to block his slap, and it wasn't just a mixed dollar.

Sang Wang Xiao saw this man. At the same time as Ding Qing opened his mouth, he quickly stood up and hugged his fist. "Turns out it was Mu Daoyou who came personally. It was rude for Song to fail to greet him. ”

Sang Wang's mouth was polite, but extremely uncomfortable. This man he knew, like him, came from the heavenly gates, called Mu Jiangyu. To no avail, Mu Qiangzheng's strength is far stronger than his. He is a true strong companion, even among the strong companions, and he has no way of disputing each other's words.

Although both he and Mu Qiangju were members of the Tianmen Alliance, the two men were in a different sect. Mu Qiangzheng's sect is the Thunder Valley, and his sect is the South Royal Palace. When it comes to strength, the South Royal Palace is far less than the Thunder Valley, and the South Royal Palace and the Thunder Valley have been sluggish.

It was strange that he could feel comfortable talking in front of him like he was tall.

Mu Qiangzhang slapped Ding Ring to the fly, which was the only thing left to do. He said to Sang Wangzhang, "This is not about you and me, this is about my heavenly gate. You've had a rough time. I'll take care of the rest of the fight.

Since Ningcheng hasn't come, we certainly can't wait for him. As for the Sacred Dojo, so will we. The division of the Xuanhuang sky and sky is a matter of great importance to all interfaces, and has nothing to do with small gates that are not cultivated in small places. ”

Ding Jing is just an angry demand to put down Tang Jianzheng quickly. In the eyes of Ding Jianzheng, he is one of the following people who has committed a minor cultivation.

Sang Wang Tao didn't talk, he knew it had gotten bigger. If Ningcheng hadn't come back to kill Tang Xizawa, he wouldn't have thought so. In the mouth of Maple Yellow Eyebrow, the Patriarch of the Holy Patriarchate seemed stronger than Ningcheng. Now Ningcheng can kill a strong man of the world, Mu Qiangzheng almost killed the Ding Ring of the Holy Taoist Sect, it is only strange that the Holy Taoist Patriarch can stop when he returns.

Even though he didn't say anything to tell Mu Jiangyu how stupid it was, his face was just as ugly. He was very upset, but after all, he came out of the Heavenly Gate alliance, at least now he stands on the same front as him.

“Oh, when did I agree that the sky was going to be reclassified? Even if the sky is to be reclassified, it is not your turn for an outsider to draw a finger or foot here.” After the sound of the strong voice fell, a voice of indifference came again.

Everyone in the palace looked behind Mu Qiangju in shock. Before that, they clearly looked at Mu Qiangju, but they didn't see anyone coming here.

The visitor was an extremely young man, with a dark hair behind his back casually becoming a star brother-in-law, carrying a sheathless purple knife and standing behind a strong body in a blue shirt.

Stronger and more shocked, he took a step backwards, which turned to stare at the young man in blue. He was so powerful that he didn't even notice when the other side appeared behind him.

“Are you the Patriarch of Saint Taoist? You must have set the guard here, right?” It was only when the young man in the blue shirt was completely confronted that he asked.

He has now confirmed one thing, and no one can come behind him unknowingly. Not to mention a small late syndicate. The only explanation is that the guard of the hall was set up by the man in front of him so that he could unwittingly walk behind himself.

“Yes, I am Yammer, the Patriarch of the Holy Taoist Sect, and I did set the guard here. Is it a human being to put a man down and kidnap a woman?” The Yammer tone remains apathetic.

Only some yellow yellow maple eyebrows of Yimer's character know that this is a sign that Yimer is going to kill. Now he is just being extremely patient, for only one reason, and the soup is being held in his hand by a strong body. Once Ye silently moves, the soup is estimated to be the first cannon ash.

“Lord, you're finally back.” Ding Jing wanted to laugh, but could only spit a few blood clots. “I was bullied by this animal...”

Just a few words and he couldn't breathe. Yehmer's killer wave followed, although he had not released him, he had long regarded Mu Qiangju as a dead man. Dare to kill his brother outside the sky. If he doesn't let this man die, he's not Ding's brother.

Ye Muqiang held on to his inner killing machine and threw several Dan pills into Ting Jing's mouth, which barely said, "I'll introduce you to an immediate place where you can succeed as soon as possible. Killing these animals is like killing an ant. ”

After saying this, Yammer continued to stare at Mu Qianqiang.

Mu Qiang Hua smiled, “Where was your little emperor of the Hedao Emperor when I was strong enough to cross the great interface of the void? You deserve to let me hold a woman...”

In the talking room, he had a roll of rhymes in his hand, and the soup had been caught by a fierce rhyming force, bombarding the palace wall of the palace.

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