Mysterious God-level Scan

now.

The pavilion master and others breathed for a while.

Today they found that they have never had the ups and downs that they said and felt today in their lives.

Words and things over and over again make them no longer know how to think.

"Are you willing to guard Xiutian Pavilion for me?"

The brilliance of the sacrificial spirit lingering around the body appeared blurred.

Unreal shaking, like waves.

"Yes, although there is a bit of a deviation, but I can guarantee that I am here, and Xiutian Pavilion will coexist."

The corners of Ye Zi Cang's mouth twitched into a faint smile.

"What kind of proof do you have, you can fulfill your statement."

Light and rain fell, and the spirit of sacrifice spoke.

No one knew what Ji Ling was thinking at the moment, but he could feel that his heart was not calm.

"Lord Sacrificial Spirit!"

Listen to the words of sacrifice.

The pavilion master spoke with a voice of sorrow.

Although Ye Ye Cang's words made his heart move, one must know that Ye Ye Cang was only a teenager, and he had already achieved the level of disdain for all living beings in the wilderness and the pinnacle of independence.

If it really becomes the patron saint of Xiutian Pavilion in the future, then it will survive the ages and stand tall.

However, this price is unacceptable to the pavilion master.

The sacrifice spirit has been living for Xiutian Pavilion all his life, guarding Xiutian Pavilion for a long time, like a powerful protective umbrella, protecting the immature child of Xiutian Pavilion.

How can this be acceptable to him, but he can't accept it

But when he spoke.

"No words, I have my own plans."

The voice of the vicissitudes of the sacrifice resounded again.

There is great righteousness in the voice, revealing the vicissitudes of life, ancient times, . . .

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Five You Are Too Defying The Sky

Listen to the voice of the sacrifice.

The pavilion master and others were silent

"What evidence is given?"

The corners of Ye Zi Cang's mouth curved slightly.

"The proof is simple, as long as"

Lips lightly.

Indifferent whispers kept coming out of Ye Zicang's mouth.

With Ye Ye Cang's constant words.

The faces of the pavilion masters and elders kept changing, gradually becoming frightened, and in the end, they opened their mouths in astonishment.

"This proves!"

The pavilion master had a vicissitudes face, and the old wrinkled skin was tightly rubbed together.

Unspeakable horror on his face.

"crazy, crazy doing this"

An old man with long purple hair stared at Ye Zi Cang for a long time without saying a word.

"How, does this prove my commitment?"

Ye Zi Cang said with a smile on his face.

"Although this may be harmful to Xiutian Pavilion, it depends on whether you dare to gamble with me."

Looking at the divine vine that has been nourished by the holy rain of moonlight and silver light.

Ye Zi Cang spoke again.

"I'm willing to bet with you like this once."

The gourd vine is swaying slightly, the breeze is blowing the sleeves

The ancient and vicissitudes of the voice appeared along with the cool breeze, echoing in this ancient courtyard.

And at this time.

The pavilion master, the elders, and others all looked at each other, and there was this horrified color in their hearts.

Their hearts are surging, the waves are ups and downs.