Sitting on the back of the Jin Yan beast, which is as wide as a mountain, overlooking the magnificent scenery, Su Yi is frowning and looks like iron.

Jiang Shui Ting Yu, peaks and towering.

At the moment of the beautiful scenery, Su Yi remembers the letter that Liu Ruoxi gave himself to the day, and unconsciously clenched his hands and swallowed the ginseng.

Subsequently, the peak of the whistling wind blew, Su Yi's eyes sank, the cross-legged sit, the lightning generally formed a mysterious and unpredictable handprint, and the gods themselves rushed out.

The pain is like tearing off the brain, Su Yi's face is changing, and it is difficult to close his eyes. The pain of the ninja begins to run.

"Kid, are you really ready to grab a kiss? That is the holy mountain, even the holy mountain that Li can directly destroy! Just go alone?" The iron soul cocked his legs, the dry palm was in the twentieth Tap back and forth inside the entrance.

Su Yi’s gaze once again turned to the front, and the mind was always released.

"The mysterious space of the mysterious spirit and the mysterious space, it is not difficult to take it back. Only this time, there is also the Tiantian Palace, and the armed forces of Bawangzong, not letting the holy mountain completely perish, but also let The sacred mountain stripped off a layer of skin!" Su Yi's eyes are instantly chilly, crystal clear and deep.

In the eyes, the chill was shot again, Su Yi stopped talking, and the whole person re-invested in healing.

The whole body is shrouded in radiance, and the body is radiant, recovering at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"This kid, this time only use the power outside the legion to deal with the holy mountain, can you say that there are other ideas?" Chi Feihong's old eyes are full of doubts.

Holy Mountain, somewhere.

The peaks are shrouded in a cloud of mist, illusory and embarrassing, and the layers of smoke are set off like a fairyland.

The peak is full of aura, Qihua Yaocao, Xianqi stunned, heart longing.

The two peaks are set in a thousand miles, the middle is like a sky axe open, the yellow mountains are shaded, the magnificent holy martial arts crouched in the middle of the two peaks, and the distant view is like a magnificent screen.

Shengwutang is the most mysterious and solemn place of martial arts in the holy mountain. It is also the sacred place of the saints of the ages. It has always been a non-professional disciple. The future of the holy mountain cannot be entered.

It is rumored that there are thirty-six yuan stone veins under the holy martial arts, which is like a palm in the palm of the mountain.

Therefore, the place is full of resilience all the year round, the warrior is in it, it is infiltrated in the gelatin jade cream, there is a sense of joy and comfort that can not be said, cultivation is even more effective, not inferior to the magical secrets of the world, the place of danger.

Today's Shengwutang, the crowds are swaying, and Zhen Zhentian, all the large powers of Zhongzhou, Zongmen, Wang Gong forces are gathered here.

The holy Wu Dabi should have been carried out in the second year of the annihilation of the Holy Emperor, but it has been delayed by the Holy Spirit for more than 20 years.

As the top power of Zhongzhou, it has been keeping a low profile in recent years. It is also after the development of the Great Son, which has had many sounds in the Tianman continent.

Many guests, before waiting for the beginning of the holy mountain, began to look up to the heavens and the earth, and cast a solemn reverence in the holy place of the heart.

As soon as the new Holy Emperor is out, Zhongzhou will go further on the road of being a family, so the forces attached to the Holy Mountain will surely go further!

Everyone knows that the holy mountain, which is secretly competing with Tianlongzong, will be reborn!

"Hey!"

Jinxia is in the sky, and the birds and beasts are hovering in Xiangyun, and the beasts are covered with overflowing golden light.

Between the mountains and the mountains, the towering peaks are straight into the sky, towering high, all standing full of people, stretching their necks, and the same desire in the eyes.

Can be qualified to enter the holy martial arts, today can see the sacred mountains of the Holy Mountain, only the guests and pro-disciples and elders of the Holy Mountain, other people are not in the ranks.

Therefore, the remaining sacred disciples can only stand on their own peaks, overlooking today's holy mountain.

Fortunately, the holy mountain is equipped with a huge stream of shadows for each peak, so that many people who have no chance to see the new Saint is born have a wish.

Before the holy martial arts, the first-time guest forces congratulated each other, and with the arrival of a team of people, everyone will cast their eyes.

"Look, that is the hometown of Liucheng, the father of a new sage!"

"Nine holy women are holy? Hey, not right, I heard that she had a marriage contract with the madman Su Yi since she was a child?"

“Hey!” A guest glanced at him and then looked at Liu Zongyuan and others, and lowered his voice.

"In the Holy Mountain, you dare to mention the name of the person. Do you want to live?"

"I heard that the man disappeared from the Tianfeng qualifying war and has not come out yet!"

"So, this Liu Ruoyi is not expected to wait, and quickly went to the new Holy Emperor!"

The guests who came and went, and the guests who came and went, voted for Liu Zongyuan and his party, and their eyes were condensed.

Within the Shenjianmen, Situ Liuyun led a group of elders in the door long before the holy martial arts. When they saw Liu Zongyuan, they were all unhappy.

"Why Liu Ruoxi loves Su Yi, how can he promise this holy deity!" A woman with an orange veil face, her body fluttering, and her strength will rush out.

Situ Liuyun strided toward Liu Zongyuan, bowed his hand and said hello, standing beside the orange veil woman, one is Su mad song, and the other is Gu Suxin elder, whisper.

Gu Su heart is graceful and noble, and he will climb the black hair long hair in the back, and he will be noble and noble, and his eyebrows will be slightly stunned.

"Today is the holy mountain, you just look at it!"

Under the orange yarn, the innocent Muyao double scorpion is like a oozing out of the waves, twisting his waist and screaming: "Su Yi has not had a result yet, so eager to marry Ruo Ruo! Me! I am not worth the little ghost!"

"Hey!"

With the sound of a heroic and powerful beast, one hundred and eight golden unicorns opened their mouths with blood and burst into the sound of the world.

The huge beast was submerged in the misty mist, the beasts kept on, the limbs were slap on the ground, and the fierce sound of the sound rang through the sky.

Obviously, the entire Shengwutang has a terrible space ban, even in such a movement, it is still motionless.

All the guests, including the Shenjianmen, and the Nancheng Liujia are all eye-catching, and the holy mountain is about to begin!

An old man in a golden robe with a golden robes, walked out from the holy martial arts, and sneaked out two teams of people, the elders of the Great Son, and the elders of the Five Sons. They confront each other and not each other. Let it be.

The old man's eyebrows are towering, like the mountain peaks, and the two deep wrinkles of the eyebrows give people a huge pressure that they don't want to look forward to. The roots are silver hair, moving with the wind, the cold eyes look around the audience, only listening to the mountains and the tsunami The sound is heard.

"Duanmu is good!"

"See the Elder Wood!"

When everyone saw the old man, they all showed their indifference and did not dare to move.

The person who came is the chief elder of Shengwutang, Duanmu Xiongtu, and is the authoritative figure of all martial arts disciples.