Is there really anything strange about this woman, so that the goddess of heaven also wants to invite into the palace?

The eyes of the people looked at the solitary rain and ink, whispered, and the eyes swept back and forth on the people of the Temple of Heaven.

"How is it? Is there any change in the chasing stone? The guy in the holy fire is not good, I am afraid that the kid will suffer!" Duanmu Qingtian was wearing a black robe and came to Duanmu Yuman’s side, revealing a cold light from the black gauze. , lowered the voice and asked.

Shaking his head and shaking his head, the end of the wood, the white snow palm of the heart chasing the soul of the stone, the soul energy is released, very rich in rhythm.

"No change, the previous flashes of light, the signs of life change, and now it is stable, it should be out soon!" Duanmu Yuman said coldly.

Duanmu Tsman and Duanmu Qingtian stood in front of the low-pitched talk, while the Su singer and the Jinyan Beastmaster looked at the man in the black robe. The atmosphere was heavy and the repair was even more unfathomable. The heart couldn’t help but respect it.

"This is?" Su mad songs are somewhat puzzled, flashing a wrinkled look in a turbulent, asked Gu Yue next to him, trying to guess the identity of the black robe man.

"Ah, this is the new offering of the chaotic domain! It has always been shown in black robes, so the Duanmugong master also respects it!" Gu Yue sighed the beard, his eyes turned to Duanmu Qingtian, his eyes flashed slightly, and said with a smile. .

"Dedication?" Gu Yue's words instantly attracted the attention of many people. The blue-legged soft bones were twisted, and the eyes were also projected to the black robe. What I thought of, what the eyes of the morning glow? The light flashed.

"Snow and ink sister, the goddess of the predecessor invites you into the palace, is it better for you to bring me into the palace?" Lan Yu Ming Yan's unparalleled face actually took a few temptations.

"This?" Duo's rain ink was a little shocked. When he looked at Duanmu, he was staring at the big array of exports, pretending not to hear.

At this time, within the holy mountain, the mountains and thousands of peaks, millions of sacred disciples are paying attention to the changes in the Jinyuan Golden Mile.

The peaks of the various peaks shook, everyone was looking forward to the red light, guessing who would be the new Holy Emperor of the Holy Mountain.

Of course, there is still one of the biggest questions. Will Liu Ruoxi, who is a nine-saint woman, choose to be a saint or run away with the deadly enemy of the holy mountain?

In front of Shengwutang, a group of invited guests were even more eye-catching. In the crowd, Liu Zongyuan and Situ Liuyun stood side by side. Before the strong pressure exerted on the body had been dissipated, Liu Zongyuan still frowned.

"Liu brother, look at the situation, what are you worried about?" Situ Liuyun's eyes are majestic and frequent, as if he can see through the hearts of the people, staring at Liu Zongyuan.

Liu Zongyuan looked at the entrance of the Jintian dynasty in a stagnation. Suddenly, he was interrupted by the voice of Situ Liuyun, and he lifted it up, his mouth twitching, and he said a little.

"No, no, Mount Shengbi, the monks are just worried about Ruo's decision! How will the Liu family behave when they arrive!"

Situ Liuyun stroked the beard, and the winner was in the grip, and he tapped his head toward the entrance of Jintian Dazheng.

"I bet that if you want to choose Su Yi! And even if there is any action in the holy mountain, the Shenjian Gate will go with the Liu family!"

"Stuart Gate Lord, are you?" Liu Zongyuan was quite surprised by Situ Liuyun's answer. Shenjianmen is the second largest force in Zhongzhou. Even if it does not depend on the holy mountain, it is quite taboo to the holy mountain. Such a clear statement is not like this. A lord can say whatever he wants.

"Ha ha ha!"

Situ Liuyun laughed loudly, like the gaze of the cold sword, looking at the strong people above the void, condensing the channel.

"In the next time I gambled on Su Yi several times, people can't always be taught in one person, the Sword Gate is even more impossible! Su Yi, the Sword Gate must be with them! I am so, the singer is also like this. My son, Muyang, is even more so!"

Situ Muyang heard that he was also a pro-disciple of Wandao Jianmeng. Liu Zongyuan could not help but sigh and silence.

"You said that if the Nine Saints chose Su Yi, will the Holy Mountain let him go out alive?"

"The **** sea between the Suyi and the Holy Mountain, even if there is a palace and a family here, I am afraid it is a fierce battle!"

"The holy mountain is not a vegetarian! Don't forget, here is the place where hundreds of generations of the Holy Emperor have been born. Su Yi has the power of heaven. Today he is not lying down, I will lie out!"

The disciples of the holy mountain between each mountain are eager to see, whispering against the golden sky, guessing the upcoming results.

In front of the holy martial arts, the elders of the Great Son and the Five Sons were gloomy, and the look of anger was exposed at this moment.

"Elder of the Holy Fire, before you said that the big Son will win?" Duanmu Xiong's eyes are majestic, and a sigh of relief from the eyebrows, staring at the elders of the flames.

Hearing the question, the elders of the sacred fire were incomparable, and the gaze of incomparable sorrow flashed through the fiery pupil, sneer.

"This is not to worry about the elders, and the great saints have made great achievements. The talent is even more amazing, and the natural victory is in the grip!"

The letter will be suspicious, Duanmu Xiong's voice slowly spread, the cold gradually condensed, and said: "Good! The old man will wait and see!"

"However, it seems that the elders are quite concerned about the goddess of the gods!" The elders of the flames twitched gently, and their eyes were cold, as if they were talking about others.

Duanmu Xiong’s eyes were moving, and there was a trace of horror on the old face. Then he was wiped out quietly. He said: “The elders of the Holy Fire are still handling the things before they happen!”

"Hey!"

As soon as the voice fell, Duanmu Xiongtu exploded into the explosion of the holy king, as the same golden meteor rushed to the entrance of the big array.

The brows wrinkled slightly, and the elders of the flame gave the elders behind them a few eyes, and several elders left the crowd and went to the depths of the holy mountain.

"Boom!"

Above the void, the entrance of the Jinyuan dynasty began to shake, and a huge energy fluctuation was generated from the entrance vortex. The violent air flow was accompanied by lightning and thunder, and the sky suddenly became dark and dim.

"Come out! Someone is out!"

"Who is it? Is Su Yi and Liu Ruoyi? Or is the new Holy Emperor born?"

Many of the sacred disciples are holding their breath, their eyes are very wide, and some even pick up their toes, clench their fists, and look at the energy vortex of the horizon without saying a word!

And as the vortex at the entrance to the big array is getting bigger and bigger, the speed of rotation is getting faster and faster, and it is like a fierce battle of the holy king who connects the heavens and the earth, and it runs straight through!

In an instant, the mountains and mountains of the holy mountains are endless, golden light, and the golden waves of the storm make the surrounding space burst, and look far away, like the golden light, the light of the earth.

"The strong spirit of the Holy King!" Duanmu Xiong's eyes were shocked, and his body hurriedly smashed in the air!