"Su Yi, you don't want to squirt blood!" The expression of the holy fire suddenly twitched, and the eyes glowed.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The elders of the flame suddenly screamed and laughed, looking around behind everyone, and immediately pointed to Su Yi: "People must not be deceived by this little liar. The big son has been wrecked by this kid. Now he will push everything to Dasheng. On the body, Su Yi’s old man is going to ask you, where is the sacredness of your body coming from!”

Looking at Su Yi, including Duanmu Xiong, everyone is confused. Just now, Su Yi’s use is clearly the spirit of the Holy King, and it is the purest to the holy king, compared to these sacred elders. Come, don't know how many times pure!

"Su Yi, you say! Where does the power of the Holy King come from!"

Duanmu Xiongtu and a group of people have set their sights on Su Yi. Su Yi’s use is clearly the spirit of the Holy King. It is doubtful that a person outside the holy mountain can withstand the baptism of the Holy King. It’s really fascinating to add to the power of the Holy King.

"Oh, it won't come from the sacred body!" The elders of the sacred flames were full of waves, and a cold-blooded ups and downs swelled and their mouths twitched.

"Holy! Right! The Holy Spirit is also in the line!"

"Holy, our sage! Why is there only Xue Honglou and Liu Ruoqi?"

"Is it really Su Yi who made a ghost from it? He still has the spirit of the Holy King?"

Within the Qianshan Qianfeng, millions of sacred disciples suddenly woke up, and their eyes became more and more shocked and turned into fear. All eyes fell on Su Yi again.

Su Yi slowly raised his head, his eyes did not have any fluctuations, but he brought a cold and chill and power, and shook his head gently.

"Holy fire, you have added a firewood to hatred! The holy mountain today do not want to have a peaceful day!"

Duanmu Xiong looked at the whirlpool exit that had been closed, and the fear of his body suddenly spread and whispered.

"Su Yi, where is the Holy Spirit? You must tell me, where is the Holy Spirit going?"

When the voice fell, Duanmu Xiongtu leaned forward, his face fluttered, and he was desperate for Su Yi to say the answer in his heart!

"The Holy Spirit and the lateness of the wind have gone to the same end. The long wind has led the innate sacred spirit, and it has been stopped by the Holy Spirit. The Holy Spirit is the victim of our temple!"

When the voice fell, the sound of the astonishment suddenly blew up the pot, and everyone shook away as if they heard the most terrible news.

"No! Holy! How can you go!"

"Holy! What is the future of the holy mountain!"

Crying and robbing the ground, the low-pitched shouts are filled in the mountains between the mountains. No one can understand the great impact of the sacred death on the Holy Spirit. The sad atmosphere fills the perimeter.

All the people on the site of the Holy Mountain were devastated, and the ruin of the end of the world was lingering in the air. Everyone felt the pain of unspeakable.

"Holy, no! Holy!" Duanmu Xiongtu spurted out a blood, heard the news, the old body squatted back, even more sad.

"Shi Ning, why are you suffering this! Hey!" On top of the void, Duanmu Muman could not hold his feelings, and there was ripples in the moon, and the pain flashed.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

The flame was once again fierce, and the gaze of the gaze was like a solitary eagle with Su Yi, shouting loudly.

"Su Yi, what are you still arguing about, the Holy Spirit and the Great Son are buried in a large array, you still want to push things on them! The Holy Mountain is not with you, today I am going to crush you! ”

When the voice fell, the flames of the flames fluctuated again and again, and a horrible breath once again sat in the air. The elders behind them, including the elders of the five saints, were sorrowful. The sacred kings wrapped around the palms were domineering and more powerful. The death of the stock condensed on it.

The sky is shaking, the energy of destruction instantly evokes the momentum of the scorpio, and Duanmu whisper whispered: "The people of the Holy Mountain, when I am no one in the Temple of Heaven!"

"When I am a sword, no one!"

For a moment, in the eyes of all people, hundreds of figures rushed to the back of Su Yi as big birds, the Temple of Heaven, the Gate of the Sword, and the people of the family. Every face was fearless and gaze.

The breath is overwhelming, the violent soul energy 霎 time to cover the death of a group of elders, blue pupils flashing light, step forward.

"Holy fire, are you so anxious to provoke right and wrong, is it eager to destroy the mouth of Su Yi?" Blue 婼涟 eyes looked at the holy fire, said coldly.

"Blue fairy, what does this mean? My holy mountain is not afraid of a little bastard!" The holy fire laughed, facing the blue dragonfly, the heart actually felt a kind of pressure from the heavenly king, and his eyes suddenly trembled. Some trembling.

"In the big array, what is the situation, did not figure out, you are anxious to kill, this motivation is a bit doubtful!"

The holy fire looked at Su Yi, the hatred was still sorrowful, and the coldness permeated. "The holy mountain is more chaotic because of this **** today. The big saint and the holy sage are in constant destiny. This is the sacred mountain! I think that Xiangu and Jianmeng Gaoshou should not be taken care of!"

"In addition, if the goddess wants to take care of it, the holy mountain will still be accompanied. Here is the holy mountain, not the heavenly palace. Anything that dares to intervene in the holy mountain is not afraid of the holy mountain!"

When the voice fell, millions of disciples stepped out of the green mountains, and the shadows of the mountains were filled with time, and the holy martial arts were covered.

The flame is headed, but it is even more chilly, and the killing in the eyes is extremely strong!

In the middle of the air, a large piece of black pressure is covering the sky, killing is like a rolling wave, and instantly shrouded the entire holy martial arts!

The rolling golden killings cover the sky, spread out, and the whole holy mountain Xiangyun dissipates, killing Lingtian!

The holy fire stood at the forefront, and his face was sneer, as if he was ready. If the goddess wanted to help, the rhythm of the death together!

"You are so old, I want to find a fight!" Duanmu Qingtian long sleeves shook, and the inside of the sleeves was suddenly strong.

Suddenly, the atmosphere of the horror in the air is endless. Su Yi gave a look to Duanmu Muman. He said with a deep voice: "With the seniors of Qingtian, it is not appropriate to expose them. I can solve the problems here!"

Wen Yan, Duanmu Muman looked back at Su Yi under the golden light, the moon eyebrows lightly bent.

The two eyes looked at each other, but Su Yi was extremely firm, and then the sound of Duanmuman’s coldness faded: "Okay, pay attention to yourself."

After all, Duanmu's eyes are floating in the eyes, and the eyes are arrogant and cold. The cold road: "The people of the Temple of Heaven, all back!"

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"The situation is complicated. The sacred mountain sacred temple is really not good to participate. Su Yi is to let the 驭天宫 be able to stay out of the way, we believe him!" Guy Yue stroked the beard and his eyes turned quickly.