Highland City, the day of the conference.

The girl of the Kapok School, "Red Child", followed the squad and went to the meeting.

Unfortunately, because the name of the Kapok faction is not obvious, the location is not very good.

At this point, the expression of Honger is even more pale, as if it is boring and breathless.

"Uncle Shi... Little sister, she..."

A gentle-looking woman immediately asked with concern: "What is wrong?"

"No problem!"

The middle-aged man looked at his daughter carefully and shook his head. "You incited the 'Kun Ming Shen" again? It should be known that this work is not free and easy to use. If you use it, it is easy to be countered. Bringing together many sorcerers, suffocating, and you have to be stubborn..."

"Hey..."

The girl reluctantly clenched her fist: "I... I just don't want to be a useless person."

"Reassure, this league, I can wait for the flow, then you can see my eyes!"

The middle-aged man waved his hand and felt a bitter smile.

A weak martial art can only be a wall, and this is the sorrow of the weak.

"That is……"

At this time, the girl red child suddenly seemed to feel something, and suddenly looked at one direction, the body began to tremble unconsciously.

......

"what?"

Thousands of illusions can be seen somewhere in the conference hall, if you think about it.

At this time, he was wrapped in a black robe, the atmosphere was very restrained, followed by a strong man, wearing a fight, burly, is Wansheng Wuzun.

"What happened?"

"It's fine, just to notice an interesting thought, it should be the practice of the Kapok School!"

In the thousands of magical eyes, there is a flash of light: "This **** seems to have discovered the hidden potential of me. After all, the spirits technique is changing, and occasionally one or two doors have special energy. It is not so strange. But this little guy, I have to be scared."

"The deity is more worried that she will leak out your affairs."

Wansheng Wuzun crushed the fight: "After all... you and I were invited to come to the eyes of the celestial ancestors, before the emergence of the dreamer, it is still necessary to maintain the hidden state, so that a sudden blow."

"You can rest assured that there are thousands of techniques in the world. I have seen it almost in the Royal Collection. I have not only slightly counterattacked it, but also imposed a hint of the past. At that time, the god-minded person may have been fainting and will not have problems."

Thousands of magical channels.

As a true **** of the past, today's peak spirit, he has a hundred exhibitions, and it is incredible to cultivate a spiritual skill.

"So just fine..."

For the trust of thousands of magic, Wan Sheng Wu Zun slowly closed his eyes and stopped talking.

Hey!

I don't know how long it took, and with a lot of salute, Zhang Tianling wore a costume and walked into the venue.

"I have seen my ancestors!"

Many people in the heavenly spirits took the lead in vocalizing, just like the sound waves, oppressing other small and medium-sized sects to follow.

"You don't have to be polite, please!"

Zhang Tianling’s faint voice rang, and the audience was fascinating, but it was never harsh, and even with a kind of power, everyone got up and agreed.

“Hey? What is the way to say?”

Wansheng Wuzun was shocked, and there was a dignified color in the scorpion: "This celestial spirit will not want to really become a climate. How much do you have to win this celestial ancestor?"

"10%!"

Thousands of Magic added: "As long as I don't care about being seriously injured and returning to the same!"

"That is impossible to be an enemy..."

Wansheng Wuzun long exports gas.

Even if you search for the Shrine, you can't afford the thousands of magic and fall, even if you are seriously injured!

"Let the spirits occupy the East China Sea, always better than the dreamer!"

Thousands of Magic Roads: "In the Wumeng, it is also the same point of view as us. Otherwise, why should we send people to **** this time?"

"It is true that the dreamer is a great disaster in the world!"

Wansheng Wuzun nodded again and again: "Can't let it resurrect, it's our bottom line!"

"It is reported that this time, Bai Zeshan and the evil holy gates came out of their nests. The picture was not small. They even wooed the forces of the Nine Mountains. It was the alliance. It was just the latest news. Guchen went straight and fled. Big work..."

Speaking of this, Rao is a thousand illusion and a little bit of coolness: "The most important thing is that this person is alive and kicked to this place!"

"The ability to push a former saint to such a position, today's big dry, definitely no more than five fingers!"

Wan Sheng Wu Zun also has the same jaw and thought of a suspect.

"The one who lost the devil, the lord of the nine mountains, who is the first to be the first, is very suspicious..."

"If this is the case, then it will be great!" The attitude of Thousand Magic is very clear: "The dreams are mutually alive, and this alliance is bound to be inconsistent with each other and can be broken."

For them, the dreamer kills each other and kills him. It is a matter of no choice.

Just as the two men secretly heard the sound, the Tianling ancestors on the stage also completed today's performance.

This Tianling has always had a talent, and a pair of peach eyes seem to discharge, so many female spirits below are secretly excited.

He is eloquent and sorrowful and sorrowful:

"...Don't be hard, I set up the Tianling Society. I started out just for self-help. I was swayed by the dreamer. Now I wait for the spirits to shoulder the heavy burden of the human race, and I will not let the East China Sea suffer another disaster. Together with the spirits, you can go forward, **** as an alliance, send a vow to heaven, and then advance and retreat together, the heavenly spirit is guaranteed here, and will be treated equally and impartially!"

"The words of the celestial ancestors are very reasonable!"

His voice just fell, and several small sects echoed.

Everyone in the Kapok sentiment saw it. This is the childcare that the other party is looking for, but they are thoughtful.

This slogan is naturally fake, and it is really touching, but it also contains the benefits.

At least, before the ancestors of Tianling, they sent people to the Cotton Tree to send a message. After the promise, they not only kept the Tao, but also got a piece of land!

This is really important for the continuation of the martial art.

Therefore, there were several small faction leaders who came out and announced their surrender.

"The trend of the times!"

The Khmer-doppies sent a sigh, and they must step forward and complete the oath.

"Haha!"

At this moment, a mad laughter came suddenly, and a dreamer Shi Shiran walked into the venue.

"you are……"

Zhang Tianling had prepared for it and asked without any trouble.

"When the monks apply, they are the deputy gatekeepers of the evil holy gate!"

This application was self-reported and suddenly caused a ripple.

"This person... great courage!" The Cotton Tree lord looked stunned.

In today's world, the dreamer has already become a street mouse. Nowadays, the local spirits Wuzong gathers together, and some people are self-supporting dreamers. They are also the deputy heads of one of the five major forces. It is almost like pouring oil on the fire.

In fact, if this person does not have the cultivation of the true Yuanshi, I am afraid that the martial arts Wu Zong, who is in a hurry, has already rushed to the chaos.

"I don't know where you are coming, what do you think of?" Zhang Tianling's peach eyes also cooled down.

"I just want to ask, is this the East China Sea state, is your home?" Shen Yan sneered: "So easily divided and sent people, asked me if I waited?"

"Ugh……"

Zhang Tianling sighed sighly: "This kind of words, it is not that you are qualified to say it alone. It seems that the League of Dream Masters will finally have to fight with me?"

"Where is Bai Ze and evil sacred now? Let them get out and die!"

Several great powers emerged, and anger almost condensed into substance.

In fact, these are only the souls of the Tianling Society, and the masters of Wumeng and Sojin Palace are sitting in the dark to ensure that nothing is lost.

"Bai Ze and evil spirits..."

As soon as I mentioned this, Shen Hao’s face was a bit strange: “I’m afraid you will never see them.”

As he said, he suddenly turned to the other side: "Give the host!"

Many dreamers emerged, and they all performed grand ceremonies, just like seeing their gods.

In a suffocating atmosphere, Fang Yuan slowly appeared and walked into the venue.

"Fang brother..."

Zhang Tianling smiled and said: "The last time I missed it, we can see each other in this environment!"

"In the past, enmity, at this time, I said nothing!"

Fang Yuanyi waved his hand: "Today, Shunchang is dead! I only ask one, are you willing to surrender?"

"Submission?"

A true saint around Zhang Tianling couldn't stand it anymore, shouting loudly: "Is it by you?"

Bang!

In the speech, the strong martial arts boxing is like a rising sun, turning into a terrible giant.

Fang Yuan saw this and sighed softly.

call!

At this time, this giant is like a spring and snow, and it quickly melts away.

An amazing air machine suddenly spread throughout the audience.

Bang!

The two places exploded, and the people of Sojing and Wumeng were found.

They stared at Fang Yuan, and the scene fell into silence.

"This is... this is..."

Wansheng Wuzun and the thousand magical easy to look at each other, the heart is like rolling over the waves: "The power of the hole? The saint?!"

"Impossible! Among the dreamers, someone has reached the holy place?"

Even if there are a lot of powers in the presence, there are thousands of people who have fallen from the sages, such as Thousands of Magic and Wansheng Wuzun, but in the face of the true sacredness, they are the two most unsure.

"It’s just a saint, I’m going to fight with him, and I’m going to kill him!”

A voice came from the venue, with the meaning of grief and anger, suddenly caused a similar enemy.

"kill him!"

"The saint is not dead, the thief is not!"

"I have a lot of power, really true, and there are people who search for the shrine and the martial arts, a saint in the district... ah!"

Fang Yuan was indifferent, and several of the singers who were still screaming suddenly exploded in the same place. The death was terrible.

"You wait, don't be wrong!"

He pressed his hand again, and the power of the hole spread, instantly covering the audience.

Bang!

The scene suddenly calmed down, everyone seems to be caught in the neck of the duck, the heart seems to have the Mount Taishan, can not say a word.

Between the hands, suppress the audience!

This is the sage of the saints!

"how is it?"

Fang Yuan looked at Zhang Tianling, this is the last goodwill.

"I used to bow to the saint and didn't want to surrender for the second time!"

Zhang Tianling has a word, and his body suddenly appears to be Guanghua, just like fireflies generally dissipate.