Chapter 1166 Ten Emperors

"What?"

"Wu Rong has only thousands of years left?"

"Who said it?!" The murderer widened his eyes, and stood up in surprise. He seemed to have a little doubt, puzzled, and fear in his eyes. That is the fierce Jizong.

The fierce Jizong still has an excited expression.

The eyebrow flying dance: "Of course it is true."

"He exhausted his background in Tianyuan, and there was no direct illness because of the strong support of Taoism."

"If Wu Rong has only a lifetime of life span, as long as we can carry it, we will be chaotic at that time."

He had thought of the collapse of the prefecture in his mind.

"No."

The murderer walked back and forth, shook his head and said, "It's troublesome!"

"trouble?"

"The landfield is in power, but Wu Rong is not false, but the heritage of everything is that one." The murderer's expression was solemn. Since the great magical power, it will be aware of his name.

Once Wu Rong's body, there is another great god of people in charge of the soul, and from now on, it is the real end of the monks in the world.

There is no longer long -lasting view of the practice industry.

Rebuilding reincarnation must also have different punishments due to good and evil.

Not far away, if you have to be born in the practice world today, at least half of them have to go to hell to fry and cook and wash the karma. The remaining half are divided into six ways.

"Hold the elders."

A small.

The Blood Sea of ​​the Ming Dynasty held a group meeting again.

I didn't see it once a thousand years, but now I can see it in three days.

In this case, the people who have seen the eyes have already seen the problem.

The fierce Zhongchang said: "No wonder he is so eager. After a blink of an eye, he passed by. He must want to complete the great cause before his death."

"This is the reason!" The murderer sighed. If he was still swinging last month, now he has no neutral mentality to learn the news. It is them that the expansion is the first, and it is impossible for them to safely on the side of the couch.

Nympho

A hurry to enter the hall was a little surprised.

He saw the second elder of the Ming tribe and the elders of several Ming tribe.

At this moment at the Seno Temple.

If you think about it carefully, the Ministry of Rites did not notify these things.

At present, the master of the earth, the king of Luo Dao, the king of the Da, is going down the steps.

He was not going fast.

However, everyone in the audience did not tire of choice, but was very happy but got up with a little expectation.

The words on his mouth made him swallow back again.

He just waited like this.

"Farewell that year, the second elder's style was still." Wu Rong arched.

"Don't dare. The owner is even better!"

The murderer quickly returned to courtesy, and no matter how low the attitude was, he thought he could have a relaxing space with the prefecture until he heard a message, that is, the life of the landlord was only less than thousands of years.

It may be two thousand or three thousand, no one can be sure.

At the moment he knew the news, he quickly convened the family to come to the Seno Temple before the others arrived.

Fortunately, it was called by Wu Rong.

"When I came, my ancestor instructed that we must obey the mobilization of the prefecture.

The second elder's murderer did not dare to support big and approached.

When I was about to say something, I saw Wu Rong slightly waved: "The second elder, please sit, there will be a lot of people here today."

"Many people?"

Sitting down doubtful.

When you are young.

The heavy footsteps, the heavy footsteps seemed to be a sound of Yue Lei.

Om.

A figure stepped into the Mori Temple, tall and thin, carrying a narrow sword box. The long hair fluttering, the robe is hunting, it looks like a magic fairy, it is like a magic fairy, and the forehead eyes are half -open and half -shaped.

A group of Ming tribe was surprised: "Old ancestor?!"

"Go out!" The bloody ancestor turned his head and scolded.

The murderer was busy taking people back.

"The seniors are finally here." Wu Rong saluted his hands.

The ancestor of the bloody sea sighed helplessly. The disciples of these people under his door were not big. Don't look at it one by one.

I didn't say much.

"Senior, please."

A small.

A young man in a Chinese suit stepped into the hall, and his breath was all over for a moment. He stood there as if he was everywhere and did not exist at all.

The young man's head, nodded slightly, and said, "Blood -seaway friends are really early."

Bloody Sea is also etiquette: "Taiyue Emperor."

The people in front of them are from the Yin tribe of one of the ten tribe. They are ancient emperors. I did not expect that they would come here today.

"Taiyue senior, please." Wu Rong motioned to the emperor Taiyue.

Taiyuehuang said with a smile: "What heroes of the government, I am annoying to wait for my old thing."

Speaking of sitting down, looking around, the silent Senluo Hall was empty, and he realized that he had come early, but today's things are common or late.

When I was looking for, another head, a huge monk stepped into the hall, the monk was wearing a scales and a battle helmet. King Naro.

The war king near ancient.

"Line wine!"

When Wu Rong beckoned, the table case had been filled with Shencai cooking and Qiong Jade Yulu.

"Gift." King Ghanaro's three arms arched.

Looking at the side, he said calmly: "The Ten King League hasn't held it for a long time, but I didn't expect it to be here."

Speaking of looking at Wu Rong, as if to see something to see from Wu Rong's body, when the nine rotating eyes gathered in the past, King Ghanaro only felt the endless darkness.

At the end of the darkness, there was a faint figure.

The figure slowly took the sideways and walked out of the illusion.

laugh!

The karma was burning, and King Ghanaro hurriedly closed his eyes. When he opened it, the figure had disappeared.

"Ghanaro, how can his strength be tentative. He takes the earth government as the root, evolved the eighteen layers of illusory hell, carved the law of good and evil in the world, and passed on the law in the magic Yuan Emperor, and broke the immortal robbery. The three laws gathered in one, and only a few tricks killed the emperor, even in the fifth step, he was in the middle. "

"It's not that the master of the Heaven is just the heavenly seal carving has not yet spread all over the world.

The sound of the dragon is like a flood bell. It is a strong monk who walks into the Senluo Temple, wearing a whole armor, exposed to the teeth. Law.

There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!

King Ghanaro snorted: "Old zombies!"

The black eyes of the corpse glance githed lightly, and did not do much.

"The senior folded me."

"please."

The corpse emperor was sitting in danger.

As one of the corpses of the ten -day ten tribe, it should be one of the third tribe.

"Lao Xunzi is still so serious." A monk in a robe stepped into the hall. His entire face had no facial features, only the deep starry sky, even the exposed skin, the overall looks like the starry sky turned into a one Walking monk.

The monk obviously could still smile without facial features.

At least Wu Rong saw his smile.

Heaven!

Also known as heaven.

It is one of the top three ethnic groups of the ten -day ten tribe.

"I'm not here to listen to these things." Dragon's head, the monk who was sharp and feathers looked calm.

The Dragon Emperor found his seat and found his seat.

"Who else didn't come?" The ancient emperor's eyes passed by, and he took a closer look. I don't know when the monk who was wearing a touch of time and space and the dust of the dust had been entered, and it was not the ancient emperor of the wasteland.

This person is like being forgotten to become an unlocked desert on the edge of the universe, but it is not noticeable.

"Ghost ..."

The words of the ghosts who have not fallen into the white face appear.

The slightly scarlet eyes were inspected.

I thought it was just an ordinary trivial matter. Whoever expected that the ghosts had caused such a strong enemy, he had to come.

"Polite it below."

The ghost emperor was a bit helpless, and it was difficult to achieve the fifth step of the great magical powers with the method of complementing the heavenly law. When he turned his head, he found that the big family was in danger. He thought that this was God's robbery and prepared to show him. The fifth step is to kill chickens, so he understands that this is not his own calamity, but also the robbery of the monks in the world.

"Senior, please."

Wu Rong looked at the eight people here as usual, and there were only two people now.

"It seems that I am late." Yan Huang was wearing a black barren armor, holding a ancestral soldier, and a small shield on his right wrist with a small shield flowing into an invisible light.

When he entered the hall, the two ancestors disappeared immediately, and even the armor on his body became a black robe.

The fine gold mask blocks his face.

"Not late."

"There are still people who haven't come."

"who?"

"Who else can you?"

"The largest family, buried the gods."

Among the ten people, the funeral gods are the most mysterious, but each funeral god is a man of the family. It is said that the funeral gods can compete with Dongyue.

Just when everyone thought that the monks of the funeral gods would not come, a white -haired old man came in, as if the strong man who came out of the ancient immortal ruins, Gao Dawei, was like a mountain, like Tianhai, standing there, so he stood there, so he stood there, so he stood there. Wrapped with unparalleled killing, drifting a faint bloody smell.

Blood!

And the blood of the powerful nature.

The person in front of me is undoubtedly buried the ancient gods.

The old man gave birth to two corners, but just raised slightly.

The fairy flies are scattered, and the immortality flutter.

At a glance, everyone recognized this person's identity and buried the ancient immortal of the gods.

Lao Xian's eyes focused on Wu Rong's body: "Which one is Tu Shanjun?"

Om!

The shape of the red -haired ghost emperor suddenly showed.

The tall body of more than two meters stood behind Wu Rong, as if it was an immortal Tianzhu.

Lao Xian nodded slightly, and it was clear that the ghost emperor who was not far away was the invincible strong.

But he was not afraid of the ghost emperor but Dongyue.

No one knows how many fifth steps of Dongyue are in the Great Magic Monk, but they don't need to know at all, because a person's light is enough to make everyone dim.

Just thinking that Lao Xian suddenly looked back, and his pupils could not help but shrink, and the figures in the memory came slowly.

Tu Shanjun opened the main pole of the soul.

The emperor soldiers held in his hands.

The teeth moved slightly.

Spit out:

"Emperor Qing!"