The Strongest Sect Development System Starts The Candle Dragon Ground Vein

Chapter 630

The siege of a million gods!

Inside the Fengyu Building, the momentum is soaring.

There are tens of thousands of disciples and Elder, black and heavy covering the earth and the sky.

A strong man is dispatched!

A middle-aged man in a gray robes appeared sharply, between his eyebrows, murderousness overflowed.

Host, Xie Feng!

One more person came to carry the wind and rain without a trace, dressed in blue and wearing a hat, but his breath shocked the world.

Patriarch, Xie Cangwu!

At this turbulent moment, they are facing the biggest disaster in history.

Cold machine sits in town.

The god general Luo Ye came fiercely.

Luo Ye: Breaking God early stage!

On the Fengyulou side, Xie Feng—the spirit of the middle stage, Xie Cangwu—the spirit of great perfection!

This is a battle in which there is a huge disparity in terms of number and strength.

Wind and rain building, danger!

“You are Xie Cangwu? Your Majesty needs your immortal bones, then please go to death!”

Luo Ye said, turning his hand to spin out a serrated black knife.

His body shot!

The army of millions of gods is like a pass that collapsed in an instant, rushing like a flood, rolling in.

What a turbulent trend!

Xie Cangwu laughed: “I have a knife, my name is Yuluo, and I will fight Shenfeng without losing the battle!”

After all, he raised his hand and took the cold blade.

The rain is coming, and the wind and rain are coming!

He rampaged through the Million Army and shot Luo Ye directly.

The knife is invisible, the intent is insignificant, the rain falls on the universe, and the gods are on the ground!

Xie Cangwu flew up.

He turned out to be confronted head-on with Luo Ye!

The two played against each other in the air.

Xie Feng led his disciples against the Western God Army.

ten minutes later……

There were countless casualties among the disciples, most of Elder was damaged, Xie Feng was injured, and Xie Cangwu fell to the ground like a meteor, vomiting blood suddenly.

A heroic war!

“Stop struggling to death, it’s just in vain.”

Luo Ye said contemptuously.

Xie Cangwu hemoptysis, he slowly got up with Yuluo knife, the blood slid down his palm.

He was also bloody.

However, those eyes are as fierce as flames!

He glanced at the cold moment hundreds of miles away, the latter watching the battle positively and negatively!

“Xie Cangwu, you can only die in battle!”

After talking about the knife and fighting again, suddenly, a palm was placed on his shoulder.

Very slight movement.

But there was a surge of energy transmitted into his body, repairing his injury!

Xie Cangwu looked back in surprise!

At this moment!

The world has become dark!

Countless warriors descended from the sky, and on the black armor, the lines of silver wind feathers were painted, like a sparkling ocean.

Strange and magnificent.

Seeing the visitor, Luo Ye’s pupils suddenly shrank: Eastern God Army! ”

Behind Xie Cangwu, a person appeared quietly.

The ink-colored dress is domineering and calm, his face is as handsome as jade, and his eyes are calm and calm, as if he will always be extremely confident and extremely expensive.

Murong Jingyu!

Xie Cangwu’s expression changed slightly, and his tight face relaxed slightly.

He knew that the former had a good relationship with the emperor Lu Fengyun!

“Your Excellency, Fengyulou is a friend of Wushuangzong, and Wushuangzong is my friend. If my friend is in trouble, I will naturally come to support him.” Murong Jingyu smiled.

“Owner, we have come from the will of Lu Sect Leader to help the world and save the common people. When the emperor of the world is within the scope of his ability, he will give you the greatest assistance!”

Murong Jingmeng came slowly and said softly.

Behind her, Wenqu and Lu Cun followed closely.

Xie Cangwu’s mood was surging: “Xie Mou, thank you Lu Sect Leader!”

“Sister, you…” Murong was helpless.

Huangmei said that, didn’t she put all the credit on Lu Fengyun?

He has become a wedding dress for others?

A tool man?

I’m your brother, my dear brother! !

Sister Huang, I want to ask you, if your brother and I fall into the water with Lu Fengyun, who will you save? !

…

Murong Jingyu led two million gods to come.

Luo Ye was shaken.

The eyes of the cold machine in the distance gradually became deeper and deeper, he chuckled, and in a flash, he came to the crowd!

“Murong Jingyu, you and the widow have met again!” He sneered proudly.

“This time, won’t you run away?” Murong Jingyu smiled.

“It should be you who should run away!”

“Being beaten by me in the outer sky like a bereaved dog, fleeing all the way, had no choice but to invade The Mortal Realm. Is this the ability of the god king in this world?”

“So what? Now your right arm, and the annoying old man are not there.”

“Do you miss the Master so much? I can invite him to the Lower Realm!”

“No need!”

“I think it’s necessary.”

“Don’t be long-winded, if you choose to betray the God Realm, then the widow will wait for you and learn the right way!”

Han Ji waved his hand.

Murong was shocked by the rain and did not rush: “You betrayed me, right?”

This completely annoyed the former.

Without any vain tricks, he just pushed out with a light palm.

The palm of the hand is huge, like a mountain, the whole body is transparent, and endless energy is surging.

This palm, even a broken god, would be directly shattered.

Cold King Palm!

laugh!

The sound of a sword being unsheathed resounded!

Murong Jingyu is holding the Cangxue sword, flying to meet the enemy!

Huh!

Murong Jingmeng also shook his wrist slightly, and the Tianming fan opened wide.

The two have fought against the cold and know how dangerous this person is!

Wenqu and Lu Cun gave an order, and the Eastern God Army rushed to the Western God Army.

Xie Cangwu didn’t dare to delay, and led his disciples to attack the large army as well.

Cangxue rushed out.

Jian Feng burst out a dazzling light.

King Han’s palm struck like a violent storm, with the supreme level of pressure, causing the void to break.

Murong Jingyu looked serious.

As an old friend in the battle, he knows the strength of Hanji very well.

The fairy king middle stage!

It can be said to be the strongest god except for the master!

Spiritual God, Breaking God, Transforming Immortal, Immortal Venerable, Immortal King!

The strongest ever!

And Murong Jingyu, Xianzun Dzogchen!

Although it can be called the only one, but in the face of the cold, it is still slightly inferior.

But he is fearless.

After all, he has an old master!

Murong Jingyu is only one of the strongest in the lineup of the gods who can drive the cold from the sky to the mountain and sea mainland.

Old Master…

It is the existence that truly makes the cold and fearful like a tiger.

His name is Shuangling, he is the divine form of the sky outside the sky.

Back then, on the battlefield of the gods, the immature shocking rain led the soldiers to fight against the cold machine. Almost all the powerful generals died. Even he himself escaped in a life of nine deaths.

It was also in that war that his Little Sister Murong was missing.

The strong are destroyed, the country is in danger, and the relatives are missing… In his darkest moment, a man of God descended from the sky and said that he was frosty, which could help him defeat the cold.

He worshiped Shuangling as a teacher, was named a god, and respectfully called “Master”.

After that, under the leadership of this strange man, Tianwaitianguo really quickly rose.

Eastern God Army, Double God Pillar, Seven Domain Lords…

In the era of Murong’s shocking rain, the strong are like dragons, emerging in endlessly!

…

Scenes of the past suddenly appeared in Murong Jingyu’s mind.

His mind is flying.

He shook his head and left the chores aside.

Murong frightened the rain away with a sword, Sword Ray Shuanghanfengyulou.

Rumble!

at this moment!

There are two huge gods hanging down the earth.

They were dressed in white, topless, with silver studs on their arms, slightly closed eyes, handsome faces, and kind eyebrows.

God puppet!

Murong Jingmeng holds the Tianming fan with firm eyes.

“go!”

She sneered indifferently, with a noble and proud look.

This is the deity puppet she summoned, the great perfection of Xianzun!