Zhu Xu, the head of the Zhutian Sect, watched him breathing in front of him, but felt a little excited, a little excited, and a little scared, unable to help but be in a hunched and dull manner.

He said that the Holy Land of Cangqiu should have trump cards, and he guessed that the Holy Land of Cangqiu has trump cards, but the trump card he had guessed before was not Huang Xiaolong.

How could it be Huang Xiaolong?

It turned out to be Huang Xiaolong?!

For a moment, Zhu Xu, the leader of the Heavenly Sect, all kinds of thoughts flashed through his mind and all kinds of strange emotions in his heart.

He looked at Huang Xiaolong in a horror in the distance, and even the Ancestor's Dao weapon exploded. Although the spear in the hand of the Ancestor of the Tanglong Holy Land was just a low-level primary Dao weapon, it was too terrifying.

How much stronger is this attack than the Dao weapon to explode a Dao weapon? How much stronger is this body than the Dao weapon to explode a Dao weapon?

Zhu Xu was shocked and came to make a small plan and wanted to get a bargain. The masters were also shocked and had Zhu Xu's ideas.

Those who had originally fantasized about how to pick up more small-priced masters after the three holy lands of Tang Long destroyed the holy land of the Sky. Suddenly, they felt that their backs were wet.

Huang Xiaolong threw the Taoist soul of the sixth level of the ancestor of the Tanglong Holy Land into the Cangqiu Dao Palace, turned his head again and looked at Cheng Yueyang and Gao Chen and the five others hiding in the army of the three holy lands of Tanglong.

"I said, Tang Long's three holy lands are difficult to protect themselves, and they cannot protect you." Huang Xiaolong said in disguise: "I don't want to say it for the third time. Should you get out by yourself, or should I personally ask you to get out by yourself?"

Cheng Yueyang and Gao Chen and the other five looked white, fearful, infinitely fearful.

Tang Long, Han Mo and Chu Yifan were shocked and looked ugly.

Huang Xiaolong ignored them, ignoring them!

Especially Tang Long's face was even more ugly. The powerful general who he had always relied on was actually bombarded in front of Huang Xiaolong just now.

And from the beginning to the end, Huang Xiaolong didn't look at him, the leader of the Tanglong Holy Land.

His subordinates were killed, but Huang Xiaolong didn't even look at him!

A kind of frustration, a kind of shame, and a strong murderous intent were constantly brewing in Tang Long's heart.

He stared at Huang Xiaolong.

Compared with the shock and fear of Tang Long, Han Mo, Chu Yifan and others, the old man Cangqiong and the masters of the Holy Land of Cangqiong behind him were even more speechless.

From Huang Xiaolong's punch to Chen Birui to the sixth level of the ancestor of the Tanglong Holy Land, Old Man Cangqiong's mouth has been open and has never been closed.

He thought about what Long Jianfei said a few days ago that Tang Long wanted to destroy the holy land of the sky, but he didn't know that we were waiting for them to come, and the young master just happened to destroy the three holy lands in one fell swoop.

Thinking about what Duan Feng said, he said that he was not Huang Xiaolong's opponent.

Thinking of Duan Feng and others, Huang Xiaolong, alone, was able to fight against the sixty-eight ancestors of the three holy lands.

He stared at Huang Xiaolong blankly, as if he had known him, his personal disciple.

As for the masters of the holy realm in the Cangqiu Holy Land, let alone.

When Huang Xiaolong saw Cheng Yueyang hiding among the army of Tang Long’s three holy lands, Gao Chen and the other five not only did not come out, but instead hid behind. His face turned cold: "Since that's the case, I will let you get out!"

Huang Xiaolong can forgive the masters of Tang Long's three holy lands, but Huang Xiaolong will not forgive those who betray the holy land of the sky like Chen Birui and Cheng Yueyang.
Chapter completed!