"Wanlong Soul Orb hasn't been handed yet, is your Highness worried about not enough points?"

In the immortal palace of the Eight Wastelands, a game is about to come to an end. The white-faced, elegant-looking middle-aged man gently smiled and looked at the chess road in front of him, revealing a touch of admiration, saying: " In such a game of reversing the universe, Jiuzhong has the most profound foundation, and His Royal Highness must be one of the people who most wanted the person to die, but except for some key points, he helped to say a few words, but one People refuse to come out, they don’t participate in the assassination plan, and how many dragon souls do they want to get?

The man in the yellow robe remained silent. On the chessboard, he had already won the game and said indifferently: "How much do you intend to give me?"

The elegant middle-aged man smiled and said, "It seems to have been said before, but Your Highness doesn't agree very much!"

The man in the yellow robe said lightly: "Dragon Soul is the remnant of the ancient archaic, and my ninth heaven, originally the blood of the ancient archaic dragon, and even the practices we practiced are related to the dragon, so, you think the ten promises in your mouth Dragon Soul, is it enough?"

The elegant-looking man smiled bitterly: "But this matter, Jiu Zhongtian's strength is not enough. If His Royal Highness was thinking about getting more Dragon Souls, why don't he give more strength? Ha ha, if His Highness is willing to do this, Even if it’s the Huashen, please move, we don’t have to prepare so many Yuanying to die, let alone take the big risk, take out the taboo killer that magic side!"

The Huangpao man said lightly: "I am the Emperor Jiuzhongtian, and disdain for the assassination!"

The elegant middle-aged man smiled and suddenly said, "Where did the Lord of the Four Departments beside His Highness go?"

The yellow robe man said quietly: "They have their own business!"

The elegant-looking man then said: "The old man thinks he can get the Dragon Soul. That’s because I have a treasure that is inherited from the Taikoo Dragon Clan, and I can reflect where the Dragon Soul is. It’s too long to tell the truth, but since it’s said, there must be some treasures of inheritance in the Nineth Heaven Dynasty."

The man in the yellow robe is still indifferent, as if by default.

The middle-aged man smiled bitterly and said, "So the people sent by His Royal Highness should have already got Wanlong Soul Orb?"

The man in the yellow robe just looked down at the chessboard and didn't seem to hear him.

The middle-aged man shook his head and sighed. "Like this game of chess, I thought I won, but I didn't expect it."

The more he thought about it, the more he praised and said, "His Highness's plan is indeed unparalleled in the world. If the Eight Wastelands and the Immortal League are investigated, they will surely be revealed. There are many forces involved in the murder, but there is no Nine Heavens, and the aftermath, Naturally, those family ancestors will carry it back, and when the Nineth Heaven is over, it will certainly not stand up to smooth out the consequences of this matter as before!"

The man in yellow robe finally smiled and said, "The so-called promise is made by you, but not me!"

The middle-aged man gave a thumbs-up and said, "So, the final result is that Jiu Zhongtian won the Dragon Soul. His Royal Highness except for the nails in his eyes, but the black pot made the family bear the black pot. His Highness did nothing, but became the last. Winner!"

After a long while, the man in the yellow robe smiled faintly and said, "The dragon soul promised to you will be given to you!"

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "Because I still have to use my power to open the seal?"

The man in the yellow robe is undecided.

"His Royal Highness, this seat lost"

The middle-aged man's helpless clenched fists, and he smiled in amazement.

It was just that deep smile, but it seemed to have a deeper meaning.

Just at the edge of the Demon Abyss at this time, the Battlefield of Ghost Tooth Hill.

Four mysterious veterans won the Wanlong Soul Orb, and forced an eight-treasure plague gourd to retreat the chasing cultivators. They were eager to escape into the sky. Out of an unmanned area, the public repaired no matter how anxious, but looking at the black gourd, and those who were infected by the plague and screaming in pain, none of them dared to catch up.

Seeing that the four mysterious elders were about to escape to birth, they suddenly sighed at this moment.

"Did I say that if you see you use plague to harm others, you will definitely behead you?"

The sound is very flat, but it seems to contain some kind of power.

Even if it is on the battlefield that kills the sky, the sound is very clear, it sounds like it is ringing in my ears.

"who is it?"

The four mysterious veterans shuddered unreasonably in their hearts, slowly.

"Go away!"

The other three veterans, who were just surprised, continued to rush forward.

But the old cultivator who sacrificed the eight-treasure plague gourd suddenly had an extremely weird feeling. The other three people did not realize who said this, but this old cultivator suddenly I remembered something incredible.

His eyes were terrified, and he looked over.

The direction he looked at was the place where the Jiulong fire hood was covering.

At this time, the Jiulong Fire Hood has been covered there for most of the hour, and it is silent. It seems that there has been no movement for a long time. Presumably the people inside have already been refined, just sacrificed this The people in Jiulong Lihuo didn't even plan to take it away. As soon as the sacrifice was out, they had already fled away to avoid being caught and forced to open.

In the eyes of the public practitioners, the people inside had already died.

Jiulong Lihuo, once the enemy is covered, then the enemy will not die and the fire will not extinguish.

But now, the fire has been extinguished for a long time, and the people inside must have been dead long ago.

"Boom!"

But just when their thoughts were born, they suddenly heard a loud noise, which was heard from the Jiulong Lihuo hood. The indescribable force was shocking, and there were black cracks in the void all around. Jiulong Li The fire hood is rooted in the void, just like a big tree planted in the ground, but nowadays, the whole hood is shaken violently, and then a piece of void is torn.

"Taozi"

Surrounded by the hood, the **** forgetting island old deacon and Guan Ao were all surprised.

His eyes were startled and joyful, and he looked at the cover that made them despair.

"not good"

And the old cultivator who started the eight-treasure plague gourd was screaming and hurriedly turned his mana.

"Wow"

The black gourd ran across the hood, and the black smoke filled it, and it overflowed.

Seeing this scene, Guan Ao heard a tiger roar, slashing the knife toward the gourd.

But at this moment, there was another loud noise inside the Jiulu fire hood, and then a blazing fire appeared, and the hood was directly knocked out, and then a figure flashed out from the hood, light and compact Just before Guan Ao's knife, the five fingers pressed in vain, and a fire was beating in the palm of his hand, straightening the entire gourd and the black gas inside.

The flickering flames flickered, and the gourd turned into fly ash, as if it had never appeared.

"That's impossible"

Seeing that his eight-treasure plague gourd was refined, two mysterious eyes appeared in the eyes of mysterious old repair.

I don’t know if it’s impossible to refine the gourd, or if the person in the hood will come out impossible.

But all in all, he felt a sense of panic and turned to escape.

But after a few steps of escape, he had to stop.

Because the man who refined the eight-treasure plague gourd had already come behind him and held his shoulder.

This mysterious old cultivator, his heart was beating violently for a while, his body did not dare to move.

However, instead of killing him immediately, the owner of this hand raised his other hand and made a move forward.

It was just such a simple action, but on the three old Xiu Xiu who had escaped dozens of miles in front, a purple awn appeared, flying across the void in an instant, and came to the person, stopped suddenly, and appeared It looks like a bead.

It walked around the figure, beating and flying, like a very pro-look.

Because this person was originally his master.

The only one in this world has a connection with it and can directly summon it.

"Wanlong Soul Bead"

The three mysterious elders were all frightened. They chased the bead desperately. The purpose of their trip was originally such a bead. If they took the bead to escape, it wouldn’t matter, but the bead flew away and they There is no need to escape.

And all the practitioners around him were terrified at this time, looking at the shadow in the void.

He wore a simple green robe with no hair ornaments. That's because all the pieces on his body were burned to ashes in the Jiulong fire hood. Therefore, he could only make a green robe with mana. Simply covered himself.

It's just that, although he didn't have any apparel, he looked elegant and calm, as if blessed by some kind of power between heaven and earth. The indifferent fire intention is wrapped around his body. Inside the fire intention, nine dragon shadows appear and disappear, making him like a god's mansion, standing still in the void.

This moment, the world seemed to be bleak, only his figure appeared very clear~lightnovelpub.net~ Looking at the beads flying around him, he nodded gently, and then he glanced around.

Facing that gaze, everyone felt subconsciously short.

"How could this be"

"How could he survive"

Facing his gaze, everyone was beating heartily, almost daring to look directly at his figure.

Whether it is the eight Pluto in the Nine Nether Palace, or the black robe elder, the demon witch, and the four mysterious priests who have just chased the white cat, and even include the deacon, Guan Ao, and the couple White cat and so on

At this time there was an incredible expression.

Fang Yuan!

That was Fang Yuan who had been covered by Jiulong Lihuo. How could he still be alive?

That's enough to refine the **** and kill the demon, it is the realm of the god, and in that hood, you have to live and die.

Why did he come out alive?

"This is really a foolproof game"

Fang Yuan, who was halfway in the air, slowly swept his eyes, then lowered his eyes. He praised lowly, and then looked at the mysterious old man who was pressing his shoulder with his right hand. Xiu, although he had long guessed who he was, he still straightened his body, and then pulled off the black towel on his face, revealing a strange green color.

"Chi old fairy"

Many people around know this old monster.

In fact, as soon as the Eight Treasures Gourd came out, I don't know how many people recognized him.

"I know you, you are the master of the Nineth Heaven Plague Department, named Xiao Ji, everyone else calls you Ji Ji Xianren"

Fang Yuan looked at him, spoke calmly, said he broke his identity, and then said: "Is it really the killing that he set?"

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