The Strongest Sect of All Times

Suddenly the mysterious old man was beaten up and his nose swelled to the ground, "If you were young, you'd be lying on the ground. ”

“Boom!”

“Boom!”

King smiled and lifted his feet and kicked them up.

The force erupted without any respect for the elderly and children.

“Oops...”

“I was wrong... I was wrong! ”

After being subjected to secondary violence, the old man had a big face, his eyes squeezed into a line, and that weird feeling was replaced by a wolf.

If you show up, you have to pretend to be a ghost in front of King Chang's smile. It's not like you don't get beaten up.

“Why wait for me?” Flower rose asked.

“Er...”

The old man suddenly got serious and said: "The old master said that one day, the descendants of the ninth gate will return. ”

“Old master? ”

"- [sic]“ Who? ”

“The Lord of the Ninth Gate, spending a thousand lines.” When the old man spoke, his eyes swept in awe.

“ …… ”

The rose of flowers fell into silence, and there was a flurry inside.

Upon learning of the supremacy of the deported ninth gate, it appears that his connection has now been proven.

“Tell me the point. ”

Gun Chang laughed coldly.

“Please follow me. ”

The old man led the three men to the city pool until they stopped at the door blocked by the boulders and said: "Put your hands on it and if you have the blood of the old master, open the entrance to the city pool. ”

Flower rose walked past.

Standing behind her, King Chang smiled and repaired in full swing, apparently worried about something unexpected, so that she could be protected in a timely manner.

Though he would do this to anyone in Vancouver, this woman's heart became extra serious, perhaps, before she could truly face her heart.

“Pfft.”

The rose of flowers was affixed to the stone, and the lines gradually appeared, and the sparkling light spread around, and then... the stone disappeared.

“It is the descendants of the old master!” Old man excited.

“Go.”

“'Get in there,' said Jung-chun. ”

Go ahead, step into the city pool and stay on high alert.

“Whoo!”

The streets are empty, the cold winds are blowing and it looks dark and desolate.

Song De's hair grew numb after walking, and the fear in his eyes grew stronger.

The ninth relic left him with a psychological shadow as a child, so he never thought he would come in one day.

“Sucker. ”

The old man glanced at him.

“Shit!”

Song Dezhen growled: “Each other! ”

The city pool has been sealed for a long time because of its absolute isolation, clean streets, intact buildings and great archaeological value.

The expression on the face of the flower rose grew heavier and heavier.

Although it was the first time I came to the city pool, I was familiar with it as if I had crossed the past and witnessed the images of people living here connected to their own blood.

“Here we are.”

The old man stopped in front of the palace in the central part of the city and said, "You can go in. ”

By the name of ‘you', now for you, he also became very respectful after opening the entrance to the city pool.

Flower roses hesitated slightly and rose to the historic ladder.

“Kid. ”

"You can't go in there," said the old man. ”

“Why?”

King often laughed and said, while keeping up with the flower rose, just stepped on the ladder, as if to trigger some kind of restraint, suddenly pounding the power of the soul, wildly attacked the sea.

“Back up! ”

The old man said: "The palace is arranged with a soul restraint line, and the blood of the non-old master will be eroded! ”

Back off?

Does not exist.

King standing on the ladder smiled coldly.

The power of the soul and the true spirit erupted in the body, and it stood up to the foreign soul madly, and the blood seemed to burn suddenly.

“Get out!”

“Whoo-hoo! ”

The power of the soul on the staircase existed, drank with a single outburst of anger, like a bird in a bow, scared to wander around.

“Step!”

“Step!”

King Chang smiled and walked up and stood in front of the palace, showing extraordinary force in the back.

“This...” The old man looked silly.

How can you get into the hall if you're not my kind!

“Let's go in.” King smiled at the rose of flowers and walked into the open hall side by side.

Be a bodyguard.

He's a professional.

……

The palace of the ninth gate is pristine, with nothing but an atmospheric throne.

“Buzz!”

When King Chang smiled and the rose of flowers just walked in, weird lines appeared on the tablet at the bottom of his feet and brought the two into the illusion.

People are still in the hall.

But at this moment, there is a crowd of strong spiritual clans.

Especially a young man sitting on the throne with a star-eyed sword brow, leaning aside and dragging his face with his right hand, his eyes widening with concern.

“He could be spending a thousand lines.” In the illusion, King Chang smiled and behaved calmly, because he had been through a lot of these things and had long been used to them.

Flower roses don't speak.

Especially when you see young people, when you see strong people in the hall, that feeling of blood connections is stronger.

“Lord. ”

At this point, a pale old man sighed: "This study of yours is terrifying. ”

“For the other eight doors, this discovery may shake their dominance in the kingdom of the soul.” The young man said that the tone was lazy.

“So…" said the elderly, “they will not tolerate the Lord to continue their research, let alone the presence of the Ninth Gate. ”

“Hey.”

The young man shook his head: “A group of old rotten people just want to settle into the status quo, not exploring the spirit at all, how to lead our people to strength in the future. ”

“That's it, that's it. ”

“Differences do not work together. ”

He stood up and said proudly: "If the other eight had a problem with my ninth gate, it would be no good to leave the kingdom of the soul. ”

“But…”

The old man with pale hair was interrupted by the young man: "No, but with this understanding of the community, even living in the desert, it can survive. ”

Hearing this, King Chang laughed and speculated, "So you live in the Birdless Soul Nation? ”

“ …… ”

Flower rose bitter: “Maybe. ”

“This ancestor is so fucked up.” King often laughed.

If you are expelled, can't you choose an environmentally appropriate location and have to be placed in a wasteland? Do we have to hammer the resilience of our descendants?

“Of course.”

“It may be difficult for them to live in the future," the young man said, "but harsh environments can hone their resilience and prepare them for future sublimation over the golden soul. ”

All right, then.

What a laugh for King Chang.

“Lord. ”

The old man wondered, “What is above the golden soul? ”

“Nor is this seat clear.” The young man paused slightly, "but it is certain that this is a line comparable to the blood of his ancestors. If the descendants inherit, they can break the cocoon into butterflies and achieve higher boundaries. ”

“So.”

“This seat calls it the Supreme Thousand Souls! ”

“ …… ”

Gun always laughed without words.

Prefix souls that have not yet been studied with their own names in advance.

“Shh!”

At this time, the illusion changed, he and the rose of flowers stood over the city pool, and saw the entire people of the Nine Gates assembled in the street with their baggage towers at their doorsteps, as if they were moving.

“Lord. ”

“Where are we going? ”

The young man stood in front of the hall and said: "Lower limit. ”

“Why not stay in the upper universe? ”

“The Supreme Thousand Souls need to emerge from the original cosmic system. ”

“Cai. ”

“You stay at the ninth gate and wait for the descendants to arrive. ”

“Yes!”

A tall, muscularly developed, middle-aged man, looking carefully, is an old man who was beaten before, indeed... age like a flying knife, knife to make people old.

The Ninth Gate people left the city pool, and after arranging all kinds of forbidden battles, they stood in front of the stones that sealed the door. “My Ninth Gate descendants will one day come here to inherit the Supreme Thousand Spirits. ”

He's not talking to himself.

He was sending messages in advance to potential future tribes through imagery arrays.

“But.”

In a thousand lines, add: "Must be a green soul! ”