The Strongest Sect Development System Starts The Candle Dragon Ground Vein

Chapter 214 How Lonely Invincible Is

The perfect Cultivation Base…

Lingsheng Dzogchen?

That’s half-step and half-god!

Po Qianfeng and Yaojing Xingjun were shocked beyond the reach.

Realm, is it so easy to break through every first-level? !

Yaofeng Shuoyue just went to Wushuangzong, in exchange for a stunning good fortune!

That sacred mountain, that sacred man, will become their eternally engraved memory.

Even the ghost emperor of the Ludha could perceive it.

Unfortunately, no matter how strong these two people are, they still have the same gap as him compared to him!

Ye Zong wanted to sneak away while Fengyue Shuangjue attracted the attention of the ghost emperor, who knew that the latter’s finger, the magic light lasing, turned into a rope of light and bound him!

Extraordinary…

This gentleman is really unlucky!

Why didn’t those two bring the Master… If the Master comes, how can you allow this blue-faced old demon to be presumptuous!

Damn it, this rope is really tight…

Master, where is your old man? ! Without the ancient soul-breaking banner, the disciple is over…

Ye Zong shouted in his heart.

He began to find a way to escape, but the more he struggled, the tighter the rope was embedded.

In the ghost forest, the flames of war are rekindled.

It’s the battle between Fengyue Shuangjue and Luotu Ghost Emperor!

It’s a battle between the Golden-winged Great Peng and the Hades!

The sky is dim and the sky is dark, and the sun and the moon are dull.

boom! !

Fengyue Shuangjue used Fengyue to shake the world, and wounded the Luotu Ghost Emperor!

The latter vomits blood!

If it hadn’t been for the previous god to break through the Promise Demon Armor, causing him to be injured by the backlash, how could it be possible to deflate on the hands of the two spirit saints now!

The ghost emperor’s fierce pupils were filled with anger.

He wiped the corners of his mouth severely, spreading ghost claws, and a pool of blood dazzled his eyes.

Being wounded by the Spiritual Saint is an insult to Emperor Shura!

“You guys angered me!”

The ghost emperor Luo Tu raised the ghost pupil that was watching all living beings, laughing bloodthirsty and cruel.

He runs the Martial Skill, and the earth is swaying in an instant!

The fierce to evil breath erupted.

He decided to use the heads of the wind and the moon to commemorate the war and break the guts of the Golden-winged Great Peng tribe!

In two battle circles, the flames of war are flying.

Almost all the powerhouses of the Dapeng clan have joined the battle, but it still doesn’t work!

Break Qianfeng, defeat!

Jiang Yazi, defeat!

Fengyue Shuangjue, defeat!

defeat! defeat! defeat! A complete defeat!

That racha, one person is a thousand horses!

Under the demigod, there are dust ants.

“How lonely is Invincible…”

The King of Ghosts let out a melancholy sigh.

Suddenly, his sharp gaze turned to Ye Zong: “The head of the Golden-winged Great Peng clan king, I can drink alcohol!”

A cruel and gleaming killing intent burst out of Luo Tu’s eyes.

Ye Zong’s face turned pale instantly!

This guy was so frantic and started to kill him in order to show his example!

“Dare to move me, the king of the Golden-winged Great Peng clan, how the Shura ghost clan was destroyed 150,000 years ago, today, you will repeat the same mistakes!”

Po Qianfeng was angry.

The former stretched out his scarlet tongue, licked the corners of his mouth, with a scornful face: “Back then, you had ten spirit gods. Now, what do you have to rely on to fight against me with your cards?

“The Dapeng clan today is too rubbish. Extinction is your ultimate destiny!

“There is no miracle that can rewrite your destiny!”

Yao Jing Xingjun strongly supported his shaky body and said loudly: “A resentment is reborn. Heavenly Dao can’t tolerate it. You will eventually die to Heavenly Dao!”

Hearing that, the ghost king of Luo Da is angry!

These words reminded him of the person who adachi!

The young man standing behind Heavenly Dao!

“Heavenly Dao, Heavenly Dao, how can Heavenly Dao stop me? I’m… Rhodah ghost king!”

He laughed loudly, and the laughter shook the sky.

The Rhodah ghost emperor held the enchanted Senluo ghost knife and slashed at Ye Zong.

He wants to kill the king of the Golden-winged Great Peng clan!

Millions of soldiers hang high in the sky, cast the Great Wall with their bodies, and surround Ye Zongtuan!

The fighters of their Golden-winged Great Peng clan, their mission is to defend King Own to the death!

A mortal massacre began.

The executioner is the King of Ghosts.

The ghost master also led thousands of ghost tribes to disgust them.

If this continues, everyone will die here!

“Qianfeng, take the patriarch to break through!”

Ye San cried calmly and said to Po Qianfeng.

Huo Linyue echoed and nodded.

they are……

Decided to sacrifice myself!

“I am the regent, I order you to leave with the patriarch!” A figure appeared in his mind, “Go to Wushuangzong, ask for help!”

The patriarch is that disciple, he will definitely not die…

Feng Yueshuang no longer speaks, but instead builds a wall with her body, blocking Ye Zong’s terrifying killing and cutting sword energy!

…………

Lingzhou.

The dusk is dark, and the winter is rising.

The thousand-zhang candle dragon hovered on Fuyao Mountain, with clouds and mist floating, which was particularly spectacular and thrilling.

Wushuangzong.

Qin Kong was pill refining in the alchemy tower. After Ming Weiye’s guidance, the young man made rapid progress and reached the fifth rank alchemist.

In the medicine garden, Xi Yan chases after Xiao Hei who steals food, and a storm of anger suddenly rises.

In the Cultivation Technique building, Bai Hua Wu Xie is reading ancient books.

In the back mountain, Yan Ming is struggling to cut firewood, and the firewood has piled up like a mountain. On the rusty Xingtian axe in his hand, a dash of sharpness suddenly crossed!

Everything is so orderly, plain and beautiful.

Changshengfu.

Lu Fengyun spreads out a thin black paper with jagged marks on the edge.

Book of Evil!

That peerless secret treasure!

The entire volume has ten pages, one page can write one word, every word is heaven-defying!

Lu Fengyun held the Tongtian pen in his hand, dipped in a plum of gold ink, exhaled like a cloud, and wrote a square and upright character.

The word is…

Cross!

An ancient clumsy righteousness burst out quietly.

The last brushstroke fell, and the golden ink was still wet, slowly bleeding into the paper.

Lu Fengyun raised his head, looked out of the sky, and snorted coldly: “Move me Lu Fengyun’s apprentice, how old are you?”

With a single-handed move, the situation changes in an instant, and the space is agitated!

An ink red storm whizzed in, then whizzed away again, and the black copybook on the table disappeared!