Above the sacred mountain, Xihua Shengjun looked at this holy place that has been passed down for many years, and sighed secretly in his heart.

"I wanted Xihua Shengshan to stand on the top of Dongzhou and then left for spiritual practice. Now, it seems that this wish is to be emptied." Xihua Shengjun murmured, as if speaking to himself.

"My brother worked hard for the foundation of the Xihua Sacred Mountain for many years, and the Xihua Sacred Mountain faintly became the first sacred place in Dongzhou. Later, Liu Zong was very talented. He wanted to train him to unite Dongzhou. God, a wasteland emerged from the wasteland, so that today's situation is not the fault of the elder brother. "Beside Xihua Shengjun, a tall and tall figure said.

This man is the second saint of Xihua Shengshan, the master of Xihua Shengjun, and a mad saint.

The reason for this title is related to his fighting style, but it is the madman of Xihua Shengshan, two brothers and divisions, and laid down the prosperity of Xihua Shengshan.

However, no one expected that the world would change so quickly. The Araju Sacred Palace rose against the trend at an unstoppable speed, grew up in turmoil, and suffered several devastating disasters. Now, it finally stands firmly in Kyushu. place.

During the period of Ye Futian's return to Qingzhou City, the All Saints did not dare to go to the Holy Palace.

The returning Void Swordmaster and Jiang Sheng are both huge threats.

When Ji Sheng was banned, they did not have enough confidence.

Xihua Shengjun looked up at the sky and sighed secretly. They grew up from Xihua Shengshan. They have deep feelings for this sacred mountain. They wanted to make Xihua Shengshan stand on the top of the Kyushu. Foundation, inherited from generation to generation.

After all, in the practice world, they know that once you are weak, you will be easily replaced and destroyed. If you do n’t go forward, you will disappear in the torrent of history.

Today, the Holy Week of Da Zhou is not a good example.

But now, it seems his turn to Xihua Sacred Mountain.

No one can stop the pace of the times.

He suddenly thought of Kyushu asking that year. At that time, who would take a glance at Ye Futian from the deserted holy land?

After Kyushu asked, the rest of his life won the first attention, but they attracted some attention, but how did the characters of Wang Houjing influence the overall situation of Kyushu, and later the void sword mound, what he and Liu Zong wanted to do, and Ye Futian had a direct conflict and was destined to be irreconcilable. Therefore, he wanted to make Dao Palace disappear.

However, at that time, they thought that the Da Zhou dynasty was enough, but they did not expect that the first holy war was not won, so they had everything that happened later.

"Some reluctant," Shenghua Xijun whispered.

"Teacher, stay in the mountains." Yu Sheng said beside him, Xihua Shengjun nodded gently.

Now that they occupy the absolute disadvantage, Yue Sheng may also participate in the killing. In such a situation, even the holy figures of the Holy Light Hall may not be useful, let alone, in the situation where Ji Sheng is banned, the Holy The light hall has its own natural barrier, and it will most likely not come out.

If they persist in fighting, they will face the same situation as the Great Zhou Dynasty. King Zhou Sheng and King Zhou Yi are the lessons learned.

Therefore, he was angry with Zhou Shengwang for being an idiot, and he did not know to abandon Da Zhou Shengchao in advance.

But that's good, reminded them, so that they have time to make decisions.

Now that the decision has been made, Xihua Shengjun will not hesitate.

I saw his body slowly vacated, a faint coercion shrouded the entire Xihua Holy Mountain.

In front of the palaces of the Sacred Mountain, the army stood in solemnity, occupying the geographical advantage, mobilizing the formation, and preparing for the war at any time.

Feeling that coercion, they all looked up into the void and saw the figure of Xihua Shengjun.

The prince of Xihua glanced towards the holy mountain, Liu Zong died, and the two strong men also died. The loss of Xihua sacred mountain in the previous battle can not be described as painful. Many of the next generation of hopefuls have fallen. Now Xihua Although the sacred mountain already has many powerful sage figures, in fact, it can no longer support the Xihua sacred mountain.

"I have been standing in Dongzhou for many years, and have cultivated strong generations. Many of you have been practicing in Xihua Shengshan for many years. With today's achievements, today, Xihua Shengshan is at a critical point of life and death. Characters ca n’t be shot at you. Me and the mad holy river rain congregation leave. In this way, the characters in the other sacred state ca n’t move you on the Xihua Sacred Mountain. The attacking waves will not work. Next, rely on You are guarding Mount Xihua. "

Xihua Shengjun said with a loud voice, seeming to be a bit tragic, but the people sharply heard the hidden meaning.

Xihua Shengjun Three Saints, ready to abandon Xihua Shengshan to leave.

Suddenly, many people were pale and not very good-looking. Did the Lord of Xihua Sacred Mountain give up?

"At that time, the Aralium Holy Land Palace faced the same situation as you, so with today's Holy Land Palace, I hope my disciples at Xihua Shengshan can also do it." Shenghua Xijun continued to speak, when he first arrived The saints in the Holy Palace do not dare to return to the Tao Palace, avoiding the sacred mountains of Xihua and the sharp edge of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

But even if Xihua Shengjun said so, the hearts of the powerful men of Xihua Shengshan were still shaken.

"Ye Futian, the master of the Ancestral Palace of the Holy Land, always guarded the Dao Palace and co-existed with the Dao Palace. He is here, the Dao Palace is here, the Dao Palace is dead, he died, what is Xihua Shengjun like to compare?" Hearing that Xihua Shengjun was preparing to evacuate, he could not help but sarcastically speak.

At this time, Xihua Shengjun still wanted to shake the disciples of Xihua Shengshan to fight with them. At the expense of the lives of the people of Xihua Shengshan, it was extremely despicable to replace some of the lives of others in Taoism Palace.

Obviously, Xihua Shengjun himself understands that the situation is over and cannot be reversed. Xihua Shengshan cannot keep it, so he decides to sacrifice the disciples of Xihua Shengshan in exchange for a war.

Xihua Shengshan practitioners seem to him to be chess pieces.

The sound of the fighting battle raged through the Sacred Mountain of Xihua. The hearts of the people were trembling. Where there was warfare, it was exactly as the fighting war said. Although Dao Gong avoided his hands, it was because the people who really decided whether Dao Gong was alive or not They are Ye Futian.

Ye Futian, the Lord of the Holy Palace, has always been fighting alongside the Tao Palace.

In comparison, Xihua Shengjun's words seemed extremely hypocritical.

"Xihua Shengshan has a blessing of blessings, which is enough for my disciples in Xihua Shengshan to have a fight. If you listen to the people in the palace, how will you consider the outcome yourself?" Xihua Shengjun said in a cold voice, and continued: " This battle is in your hands, and fate is in your hands. "

After all, Xihua Shengjun's figure rose into the sky. Next to him, Kuangsheng and Yusheng stood with him, standing beside him, and glanced at Jiang Sheng and the battle, ready to leave.

"When it was announced that it had joined the Jihad, what kind of attitude it is, now it is to be a bereavement dog and to abandon the Xihua Holy Mountain. It is worthy of the Xihua Shengjun."

Xihua Shengjun was humiliated by a junior, and looked indifferently for the rest of his life.

"After you and Ye Futian entered the holy, remember not to walk around casually." Saint Xihua said coldly, and then the three of them flickered and evacuated.

Jiang Sheng and the fighting did not chase, the other three saints, Xihua Shengjun and Kuangsheng are in the same level as Jiang Sheng. Although the rankings are weaker than Jiang Sheng, the two men want to prevent the evacuation of the opponent. No.

"You know that sooner or later, where can they go?" Jiang Sheng said faintly, and they couldn't get out of the Xia Dynasty.

The Xia Emperor would not allow betrayal. In this case, Ye Futian would sooner or later grow to the day when he could kill him.

Xihua Shengjun gave a cold hum, and the three sacred figures from Yukong left. Outside the sacred mountain, countless strong people in Huatian City saw this scene with their own eyes, only feeling a little ironic.

Xihua Shengshan, the master of Xihua Holy Mountain, even abandoned the Holy Mountain and fled.

Looking at the sacred mountain still towering in the sky, everyone in Huatian City understands.

The era belonging to Xihua Shengshan is over.

The three saints left, the Xihua sacred mountain had no heads, and there was not even a character with an absolute appeal. There was a spit of sand. At this moment, the strong men whispered and the hearts were scattered.

How many are not afraid of death even if they are practitioners.

Now that the sacred mountain is surrounded by the Holy Taoist Palace, the lord of the sacred mountain has fled. It can be seen that the end of the Xihua sacred mountain is doomed. Where can there be war.

All their convictions collapsed.

The whole Xihua Holy Mountain has a sad atmosphere.

At this time, one person stepped out and said to Jiang Shenghe fighting: "Predecessors, the holy war was initiated by Xihua Shengjun. I waited only to execute the order. Now the Shengjun abandoned Xihua Shengshan. Xihua Sacred Mountain exists in name only, and I am willing to return. "

His voice dropped, and a figure rose into the sky, looking out of the holy mountain from a distance, saying: "We are willing to return."

"No surrender." The indifferent and stern voice interrupted the people of the Holy Mountain in Xihua, looking at the figures of the rest of the life outside the Holy Mountain, the demon-like body stood there, and the cold eyes swept towards Xihua The Holy Mountain.

The strong is to destroy the Dao Palace, and the soldiers approach the city. How many Dao disciples died in that battle, and Huajieyu fell.

Ye Futian and he also suffered a life-and-death crisis. Now, when it is their turn to approach the city, a word of surrender?

Countless people in Xihua Sacred Mountain are as dead as death. Is there only one battle?

An old man looked at the sacred mountains of Xihua ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Long said: "As long as they want to fight, with my Xihua sacred mountain formation, let them pay the price."

Although the belief collapses, after all, it is a sage figure with a stable state of mind. Since it is already desperate, let's fight hard.

"The Da Zhou dynasty has been wiped out, the palace is turned into ashes, Ye Futian and the Yues are on their way. Who can you pay for it?" The battle began indifferently, destroying the war ignited by the Xihua Sacred Mountains. .

Dazhou dynasty, has it gone?

Ye Futian is not here, he must go to the Holy Week of Da Zhou.

Now he will kill Xihua Sacred Mountain, plus the Yue Family's strong.

Deathmatch?

What to fight for.

Just die.

"Kill it out, you can escape one by one." Someone said desperately that he was not going to take advantage of the matrix method. Instead of dying, it is better to kill a way of life, at least, there is a chance for life!