Revival of the Gods

Long Beiqian did not answer Qin Lan, but hurriedly took a flying bag and took out a flying character. He was ready to take time to excite. He looked at the chaotic scene and frowned. He said, "Trouble!"

"How is it trouble?" Qin Hao asked again.

However, just in the morning, Do not want to answer, the sword silver flashes slowly, and then condenses toward the sword and the eyebrows. After half a cup of tea, in addition to the sword in the sword, there is still a silver sword. The sword itself does not have a silver body.

"Call..." Long did not sneak a long breath, and said coldly, "Hey, I will say, how can a sect of a ten-power monk, how can it be motivated by Xian? It turned out to be the power of the sword..."

"Don't dive, you... what do you say!" Qin said strangely. "How can I not understand a word?"

"Nothing, nothing..." Long do not sneak in the road, "I just worried that Qin Shizu couldn't come over. After all, the swordsmanship was too powerful, and now it's okay!"

"Well, um..." Qin Hao also stabilized his figure, looked at the distance, and was worried. "How can Xiaomei’s ancestors still not come?? There will be nothing on the road??"

In the distance, Li Nianxiao is not worried. He stands in the air and looks at the seven swords. He looks at the place where the thunderstorm has just been born in the center of Qingtianfeng. It is cold and cold: "At this time, Tianmeng 30 Should the three singer ally be present?"

Said, Li Nianxiao looked at the direction of Cognac and others, and asked: "I don't know how many of the League can be... the deputy leader is present!"

Li Nianxiao’s tone is extremely ironic, but no one listens to it in his heart. Everyone looks at Qing Tianfeng. Although Meng Pingqing did not appear, thirty-three Xianmeng lords did not appear, but the seven swordsmen’s swords were really scared. They jumped!

The silver sword light has a sweeping momentum, which they have never seen in this life.

Although they know that this is the next Mawei, but this Mawei... is too big!

However, after the appearance of the sword, the Optimus Peak did not move any more, but the sky was gradually dimmed, and the two suns would fall.

"Oh..." Suddenly, behind the crowds, there were battle drums, and dozens of flying boats broke through.

"Tianmeng, Tianmeng is coming..."

"It turned out that Tianmeng was not in Qingtianfeng..."

"Crap, Tianmeng has been breaking the Japanese city for tens of thousands of years. No one has come to Qingtianfeng, so no one thought that Meng Pingqing was at Qingtianfeng..."

The flying boat is flying in the air. Each flying boat has dozens of golden body monks with gold hammers and drums. The glaring light is shot from the boat, and the monks slowly fly back and let out the passage!

Li Nianxiao can clearly see that on each of the flying boats, there are several monks who have a few strengths and nine products, which is the ally of the Tianmeng Sansan League!

"Damn!" Li Nianxiao looked at the eyes of the Xianmeng lord sweeping like a flying sword, could not help but whisper, a deep sense of powerlessness.

The flying boat rushed into the place where the Jianguang whirls, "brushing..." The slogan of the road is looming, the sword light evades, and the flying boat rushes into it!

"Sure enough..." Long do not look at the flying boat runes, his eyes are meaningful.

"Booming..." The flying boat entered the sword map, and once again roared, the whole body rune burst, hundreds of thousands of monks flew out, each took a magic weapon and other things to seal the Optimus Peak.

"Today's business... I am afraid that there is no end to the beginning!!" Li Nianxiao slightly released his thoughts and looked around. Although everyone was still in the air, everyone’s face was already feared, and the heart was condensed into a rope and a piece of sand. Can't compare it!

"No..." Li Nianxiao’s thoughts turned sharply, and the dark channel said, "Daomeng, Xuanmeng, all the various factions are easy to accumulate morale can not be lowered..."

Li Nian Xiaoxin knows better than anyone else. Compassionately creates a door, and the monks who are willing to come forward for the creation of the door are quite a lot. But for tens of thousands of years, Meng Ping has not been able to hide, no one can find it. This kind of resentment and Boldness has been spent a lot of time.

Nowadays, it is easy to have the opportunity to ask Meng Pingqing as a face. How many of the monks who are filled with indignation can get the Optimus Peak?

And in the monks who can get the Optimus Peak, how many shoulders are not burdened? Who can be like Meng Pingqing like himself? ?

"But, don't you have a life?" Li Nianxiao bit his teeth, heart, "Xiao Sheng rescued my mother, I am..."

"Oh..." Unfortunately, not waiting for Li Nianxiao to finish, the central of Qing Tianfeng suddenly rushed to the Thunder, and the Thunder rushed into the sky like a mountain torrent.

In the thunderstorm, the throne of the creation slowly flew out, and above the throne, a human figure with flashing blood and silver marks on his body sat on his knees!

The human figure is not solid, the contours are surrounded by a number of heavy dragons, and the dragons are glazed with faint runes. The rushing rushes into the runes, and with the Thunder impact, the dragons gradually condense. Long Xiang, the center of the dragon phase, the head of the human form gradually revealed, is not the appearance of the simple, the eyebrows of the Tianmeng Meng Mengqing?

"I will congratulate the lord of the lord..."

Although the dragon pattern is like water, it is still buffered. Meng Pingqing's body shape has not yet fully revealed, but the surrounding 33-year-old ally has already collapsed on one knee, and congratulations in the mouth, "Today's holy list nomination, leader of the human race!"

Meng Pingqing slowly opened his eyes, and the thunder rushed out. A chill broke through the air. After the thunder converges, it is the two scorpions that are condensed into a majestic, proud and smiling from the eyelids. One is like a thunder. The sound of the majestic sound: "Good!"

"Oh..." Meng Pingqing’s voice just landed, and behind the crowd, there was a low voice, which sounded low, but it sounded a lot of chaos, like a bee butterfly in the flowers.

Everyone Nahan~www.ltnovel.com~ I don't know who came here at this time, but it is even more puzzled when everyone sees it.

However, there are thousands of flying shuttles flying over the sky. There are hundreds of thousands of people on each flying boat. Only the people have swept them. It has been clearly seen that the monks on the flying boat are not only refining and building foundations. The monk driving the boat is Yuan Ying!

"He...what are they doing?"

"Haha, they are finally here!" Long Dongqian almost jumped up. He took Qin Qin’s hand and shouted, "Quickly, I will send a message to Xiaomei Shizu, see where she is..."

"Let's let go..." Qin Xiao was blushing and hurriedly slammed his hands, but the dragon didn't care. He took a **** tablet with a big palm and lifted it up. "Hurry, find Xiaomei's ancestors..."

Qin Hao quickly took out the communication device, she whispered a few words, rushed to the dragon and did not dive a few words, the two stumbled and flew out of the crowd, greeted the flying boat.

At this time, although the monks were all Nahan, no one had ever flown out.

Even Meng Pingqing also opened his slender eyes and looked into the distance, no longer talking!