"Now honest?"

Jian Wushuang gave a cold hum, and turned his right hand, and retrieved the bronze ancient tripod from the Qiankun Ring.

Raising his head, Jian Wushuang couldn't help but stunned, and saw that the Ling Ling Holy Land under his feet had been transformed into a fragment of a wall under the shock wave of the bronze ancient tripod. Numerous disciples of Ling Ling Holy Land were looking up. Staring at him dumbfounded.

"You, who are you?"

The elder Yanbin was paralyzed sitting in a fragment of the wall, staring in horror at Jian Wushuang.

Jian Wushuang said, "Uh," a little guilty conscience.

Da Da Da Da.

Behind the sword, a rapid footsteps sounded.

Immediately, I saw that under the shock wave, there were also some embarrassed enthusiasts who ran quickly.

"Do not abandon Your Excellency."

My heart dominated the chest and wheezed slightly.

The elder Yanbin shrank his eyes, sometimes looking at Xiang Jianwushuang, sometimes looking at the dominating heart, and finally seemed to understand something, his face changed:

"Okay! Don't worry, you colluded with outsiders and entered the Congenital Dinghuo! You are in big trouble!"

As soon as his voice dropped, he saw a stream of flames, dragging the tail flames, from the position of the Seven Peaks of Lingzhu, and quickly burst through the air!

In this flame streamer, there is a sound boom!

In just a few breaths, the flame streamer appeared in front of everyone.

Countless flames dissipated, revealing a majestic middle-aged man with red hair and two eyes of fire.

"Sir Lord!"

"Meet the Lord!"

Suddenly, many disciples in the surrounding sacred holy places, as well as the elders who were dominated by their hearts and the elders who were bound by the heart, all kneeled down on one knee.

This majestic middle-aged man is the contemporary Lord of the Holy Land!

At this moment, Ling Di, the Lord's complexion, was a complexion. He first glanced at Jian Wushuang coldly, and then immediately fell on the prince, who said, "Take me to see Ding Huochi first."

My heart dominated, and no one knew better than her about the situation in the Congenital Dinghuochi.

The congenital Dinghuo accumulated in the tens of thousands of Chaos Periods in the pond has no drop now.

She couldn't imagine how the Lord Ling Ling would fall into this state if he saw this scene.

"Yes!"

Taking a deep breath, my heart dominated the scalp.

Then, the Lord of Hearts and the Lord of the Hearts walked step by step toward the Congenital Dinghuo Pool.

The congenital dinghuo pool is hidden under the ground, and the gate consisting of 10,000 years of ice and cold black iron has blocked the congenital dinghuo pool firmly.

At this moment, the gate made of these two cold and cold black irons has been completely blown open by a bronze ancient tripod, revealing a huge cave.

Numerous scorching breaths emerged from this cave.

Ling Ling, with a somber face, walked towards the cave, just looking down.

In an instant, the Lord of the Ghosts fell like an ice cellar, his expression completely stagnant.

"Innate ... What about Ding Huo?"

next moment.

Ling Ling's body shivered. In his eyes, I saw that the innate Dinghuo was originally stored in the deep innate Dinghuo pool. At this moment, it was empty, and there was no drop of innate Dinghuo gas left.

"What about innate fire? !!!"

A heartbreaking howl emanated from the mouth of the Lord Ling Ling.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the Lord Ling Ling turned his head suddenly, and he looked eagerly at the Lord of the Heart and Sword Master, his body shaking with anger:

"You, you **** it !!!"

Boom ~~! !! !!

Immediately, a momentum of invincible **** burst out, centered on the Lord of the Divine Puppets!

Ling Ling, Lord, was instantly furious to the extreme! !!

Suddenly the main body saw the situation, and suddenly covered with cold hair, a row of fine cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

As soon as she was about to speak, Jian Wushuang stepped out and stood in front of her.

"Your mission is done. Leave the rest to me."

Jian Wushuang smiled slightly at her, then turned her eyes to look at the Lord Ling Ling, Shen Chan said:

"Lord, Lord, that's it, you listen to me ..."

"I said you 姥姥!"

Ling Ling's lord looked pale, and immediately stepped on it, grabbing toward the sword unparalleled!

At this moment, he had fallen into rage. Where could he hear the next half sentence?

Huh!

A golden sharp gun suddenly appeared in the hand of the Lord of the Gods. He stepped on it, and endless flames appeared directly on his legs.

Every step he took was a flame mark in the air.

"Go die !!!"

At the next moment, the Lord Ling Ling stabbed forward fiercely, and instantly, the golden lance was stabbed fiercely towards the swordless pair of skulls!

Countless flames spewed from the tip of the sharp gun!

Jian Wushuang saw a slight frown on his brow, leaping back one step, avoiding the thorn, and at the same time he said in a deep voice:

"Holy Lord, calm down first."

"I can't calm down !!!"

Ling Ling's lord is flushed with eyes and gasping, if there are not so many disciples present, I'm afraid he can't help crying.

The congenital Dinghuochi, but the linguistic holy land, has a whole number of 10,000 chaos times, and now, the whole 10,000 number of chaos times, all have made Jian Wushuang a wedding dress, disappearing.

Who can bear this?

After seeing the Lord of the Divine Lord roaring, he bullied himself again, and the flaming gold gun in his hand hit the banana like a violent storm ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ And like a big bead and a bead falling on the jade plate, he shot thousands of shots instantly , Stabbed sword unparalleled.

Hey ~~!

Numerous gun shadows overlapped and intertwined, and each shot stabbed like a roar of a fire dragon, terrifying to the extreme.

Jian Wushuang turned his head slightly, facing the dreamlike gunshadow, and appeared quite relaxed, avoiding them one by one.

Until now, Jian Wushuang thought that it would be best to resolve the matter peacefully, after all, he had taken away the innermost part of the holy land.

However, Jian Wushuang's blind concession did not make Ling Ling's Lord give up, but instead he fought more and more fiercely. At the back, each shot of Ling Ling's Lord had gone straight to Jian Wushuang's life gate.

"Endless?"

Jian Wu's eyes narrowed, and his face gradually grew cold.

"Well. Now that I'm telling you well that you can't hear me, I'll convince you first, and then tell you."

"Talented, supernatural!"

puff! !!

Instantly, a realm of power came to the audience!

Under the power of this realm, the breath of the Lord of the Ghosts quickly weakened, and the breath of the sword unparalleled was skyrocketing!

Gradually, the speed of Ling Ling's Lord slowed down.

The next moment, he stabbed a shot, and the flame gold gun in his hand was actually stretched out by Jian Wushuang and caught in one hand!

"Ok?"

Ling Ling's expression was stunned at first, then he roared, his spirit was surging, his hands pulled back.

Didn't move.

Tugged again.

Still not moving.

"This??"

The Ling Ling Holy Lord froze, slowly raised his head and looked at Jian Wushuang.

I saw Jian Wushuang grabbing the Flame Gun with his right hand and looked down at him facelessly.

PS: wait a second, immediately

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