Lord Xue Ying

The woman next to the yellow robe immediately laughed: "Baisha brother, how many gods in the whole Anhai government came to fight? There are many who are coming from outside, and 32,000 god-level masters only choose one hundred, and you can afford you too. That Dongbo little brother." When the yellow robe woman laughed, the laughter was pleasing to the ear, the delicate body was shaking, and the loose yellow robe was able to see the body curve.

However, she is a terrible triple heavenly **** named after the murderous name. She is best known for using poison!

The ‘Witch God’ that Dongbo Snow Eagle once saw is comparable to this poisonous god, but it’s a lot worse.

"I will know when I get there." Baisha City, the owner is much lazy, said that he continued to bury his head and eat it.

The other one is eating and chatting.

Everyone present is a shocking presence, and there are few common faces.

Not long after.

Anhaifu suddenly got up and smiled and looked out. He was together and let the five people below be surprised. They all got up.

"Ha ha ha, dragon brother." A loud voice came in from outside.

I saw an old man with a white hair and a white beard coming in. He wore a black thick robes and entered the temple.

The Anhai government owner has already walked down and took the initiative to welcome: "Mo Xuexiong, we haven't seen it for too long. I didn't expect that this ceremony of the gods and flowers will come. Come and come with me. ""

"I am not welcome." The snow-white beard old man immediately went to the high place with the Anhai government, and both sides sat down.

The five people below listened to the word 'Mo Xue' and guessed the identity.

All of them are even saluting.

"Seeing the snow-covered country." Everyone is quite modest and polite. It is really the name of the snow-covered country. The snow-capped country is the empire that occupied the territory in the realm of the gods. It is the real hegemon in the realm of the gods. I have been fighting against the mighty and unbeaten! But it is a four-day **** of heaven who has lived for a long time.

Many gods have speculated that this snow-covered country has lived for too long, and I am afraid that when I can't keep my heart, the deity is broken and died.

In any case, as long as he is alive, it is enough to shock the parties.

"Mo Xuexiong, I will introduce you to the introduction." Anhaifuzhu pointed to the second seat in the left hand position. As for the first seat, it was empty. "This is the ink cloud. It is the generation of my Anhaifu, but the practice. Extremely fast, only three million years have already achieved the triple heavenly god."

"Mo Yun met with the snow-covered country." The black robe man saluted.

"It’s so young." The snow-covered king of the top smiled and nodded.

"This is the lord of the Qin." The head of Anhaifu pointed to the woman wearing a silver armor beside the black robe man. "The lord of the piano is in charge of the North Wind Corps in Anhaifu."

The silver armored woman, the "master of the piano," also immediately performed the ceremony.

"This is the **** of poisonous scorpion, the most good use of poison." Anhai government chief pointed to the woman in the yellow robe, the woman in the yellow robe said softly: "The poisonous scorpion meets the lord."

"Ha ha ha, I know you, the old man of the general collection is in your poison, and suffered a big loss." Mo Xueguo master laughed.

"The Tibetan monarch does not care about me." Huang Pao, a woman in the poisonous scorpion, said, "If you care about it, I can live to the present."

"This is the owner of the White Sands. I don't have to elaborate on it." The Anhai House chief laughed.

"I know, the mouse that stole the food." Mo Xueguo said with a smile.

The white sand city owner of the chubby white robe also said: "I have regretted not knowing how many years, and I always want to return to the lower door." If the fat person dares to say that he is a stole mouse, the white sand city owner has long easily killed the opponent. . He can face the head of Anhai Prefecture and the owner of the snow country. He is still very well-behaved. These two are both old-fashioned old guys.

The four heavens are also different. The older the general, the stronger the strength. It is a pity that they will either reincarnate or die.

"This is Bohai, some stupid." Anhaifu main road.

"The metal family? The metal family is quite straightforward," said the snow country.

Bohai Wang grinned and said: "Yes, straight, I am very straight."

"Mo Xuexiong, how come you come to me? The gods million flower banquet, can be seen in any city." Anhai government asked, they both sit side by side and sit high, the snowy country owner smiled: "I Come, my seven daughters also attended the ceremonial feast of the gods, just in your Anhai government."

"Seven daughters? You have another daughter?" Anhai House chief was shocked.

"Yes." Mo Xueguo nodded.

"Sufficient, old guy, how old are you! Another baby daughter?" Anhaifu master was very impressed. "All said that the four heavens gods want to have a child, but you are one after another, now You have seven daughters, right, how is she savvy?"

The snow-covered country owner is a hegemon who has lived for a long time. The former six daughters and the eldest daughter are extremely talented and have achieved the triple heavenly god. The five daughters in the back are inferior. The snow-covered country will only pay for it at all costs. These five daughters barely entered the level of the gods, they are just a **** of heaven.

"My little daughter is very assertive, and my words don't work." Mo Xueguo praised, "But her understanding is really good, and my eldest daughter is almost the same."

"Oh? Yes, it seems that this time your little daughter should be able to worship under a big door, yes, what is your little daughter called?"

"She pretended to be a man and gave her a name, called the seventh plum rain." Mo Xue Guozhu shook his head.

"Camouflage man? Hahaha, interesting." The Anhai government owner laughed.

The two of them talked about it. The five people below listened very little, but they also remembered the name of the seventh Meiyu.

"Hey? I remember that Wushan Xingyu passed the pre-selection of the gods in the star field. In addition to the Dongbo brothers, there seems to be a seventh plum rain?" Baisha City owner secretly thought.

......

It took another hour.

call.

A white figure walked into the temple.

"The messenger is coming." The Anhai government owner overlooked the bottom. The snow-covered king and the white sand city owner, the Moyun city master, the Qin army master, the poisonous gods, and the Bohai king all looked at the white man. This white man was blood. The messenger sent by the Blades.

"See the owner." The white man respects the ceremony and immediately raises his head. "Under the command of the lower lord, come here to host the battle of the city of Wanhua, the government can supervise the whole process."

"Yeah." Anhaifu nodded. "The messenger is seated. Since you have come, I think the three screening rules of Fucheng are fixed?"

The court messenger also went to the first position of the left hand to sit down and immediately respected: "It has already been set!"

"Then you will start to arrange the arrangement." Anhaifu nodded.

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About 32 million god-level masters, they pre-selected from various stars in Anhai. In fact, many of them are not from Anhai, some are from the material world, some are even in the territory of the space-time island and the Pantheon, and some are from some empire in remote areas. It is all about participating in this first major event in the world of the gods.

These masters are waiting for Anhai's orders, waiting for the battle of Fucheng.

"Dongbo." A legionnaire shouted at the entrance to Dongfu.

Soon, the door opened.

The Dongbo Snow Eagle brought Yu Jingqiu and a group of Xia spirits to meet, and the Dongbo Snow Eagle recognized it at a glance. This army soldier was one of a group of soldiers who were patrolling the patrol.

"This is what the patrolman asked me to send. It is the time of the Battle of Fucheng and the simple rules." The soldiers of the army handed a golden scroll and said at the same time, "The patrolman also said, don’t mess in these days. Run, the battle of Fucheng will begin three days later."

"I know." Dongbo Snow Eagle took over the golden scroll, and the Legionnaire immediately left.

"Let's take a look." Next to the purple Lei emperor, Yunhai and so on are all watching.

Dongbo Snow Eagle smiled and unrolled the scroll.

The procedures of the Battle of Fucheng in the past are all the same, but some detailed rules are different.

"Sorting warfare, squadron warfare, survival warfare." Dongbo Xueying looked nodded.

The Battle of Fucheng is divided into three rounds.

Sorting war, about 32,000 god-level masters participated in the sorting war, according to their respective achievements, finally selected the top one! All eliminated later!

Fighting against Taiwan, a thousand masters, decided to be two hundred and fifty masters!

The battle for survival, in the last two hundred and fifty, ... decided the last hundred.

This one hundred... will represent Anhai to the court, and the ultimate battle of the gods will be carried out in front of the strongest existence of the ‘blood blade of the gods’ and the other great people!

"I have been practicing for more than two thousand years. As long as I can go to the court and let the mighty see me, I can worship under the mighty." Dongbo Snow Eagle said, "So my goal is one." Successfully entered the top 100! Go to the battle of the gods, then I will be successful in this temple."

"The first hundred..." Dongbo Snow Eagle looked at the three rounds of the battle of Fucheng, and there was a faint edge in his eyes.

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