Miss Eight Series Summoner

Although there is not too much pressure on the ninth-order powerhouse, the other powerhouses suddenly frowned, stepped back slightly, and the expression on his face became more respectful.

Feng Heng and Zi Xiahong, who had been standing by the side, felt a little strenuous for the sudden increase in oppression!

Especially purple summer red, I feel stressed!

"Understand, the disciple's cultivation level at this time is really not in the eyes of the master, but the disciple will definitely work hard and will never shame the master!" Pharaoh said with a respectful expression.

master?

What is this old man's face made of?

"At a young age, even at that point of cultivation is worthy of being a disciple of the deity?"

The mysterious black-robed man snorted coldly; "In the future, I dare to declare that I am a disciple of the deity. This deity will take your life and get out of this demon forest for me. In the future, those who dare to trespass will kill without mercy."

I saw that the proud and cold snort just fell,

The black shadow flashed, and in the eyes of everyone, it immediately blended into a small tree not far away, as if it had disappeared, completely undetectable.

Suck~~

Everyone was shocked again.

Void Fusion again!

Oh my god, it's no wonder that this person has the ability to absorb the entire power of the time calling country's elements. This person's strength is absolutely unfathomable.

wrong!

Deity? ? ?

Can it be called this way, is it not the Saint of Advancement, but has entered the stage of transformation? ? The rumored class...

At this time, everyone's complexion changed drastically, and a touch of horror stained the eyes.

Then I saw the old men, bowing respectfully to the tree one by one (the most ceremonial act), and then quickly escaping into the air.

The only exception is the Pharaoh who is still kneeling on the ground, and Feng Heng, who has yet to leave, Zixiahong.

The wind in the tree was a little pale.

It turned out that the oppressive force of the gossip array was only a little bit smaller, and it was so laborious. Just now I almost couldn't control it. When the oppressive force increased, it almost drained her mental energy and pressed her. Can't breathe.

If it wasn't for the brat to help support her body next to her, maybe she would just wear it just now.

It's just that she knows too much by this dead boy, which makes her feel a little uneasy, but the current situation leaves her no choice.

Only the teacher's trump card cannot be found by anyone else, that is the only way to save life.

Glancing at the three people who were still stuck in place, their brows frowned, and their bodies were already in a state of serious need for rest.

"If you don't get out yet, do you all want to die!" The hoarse and heavy voice came coldly.

At this time, Pharaoh raised his head and said in a low voice; "I won’t get up. If the master doesn’t accept me as a disciple, then kill me. In my whole life, he has appointed the master. If the master wants to kill me, disciple There will never be any complaints."

After finishing speaking, the pharaoh really closed his eyes, his face was righteous, and he regarded death as if he had come home.

Feng Xi really wanted to shoot him to death at this time.

This dead old man is really rascal. If he were to be replaced by someone who was capable, he might have passed it early.

Unfortunately, she currently does not have the ability, if she makes this move, she will definitely be discovered.

Suddenly, it was difficult to step down.

Fortunately, at this moment, the silent wind constant stepped forward, bowed respectfully to the tree, and said respectfully in the always solemn voice.