When Xuanyuan Lang first saw the fairy fairy, he could never forget his fairy-like face and rose-like smile. He was fascinated by this and created a fairy statue in his castle to observe and admire it every day.

This fairy statue is very similar to the Miaoshou Fairy Clothes, but unfortunately it lacks some agility and some fairy nature. Xuanyuan Lang, who was addicted to the Miaoshou Fairy Clothes, gradually appeared withered and ignored political affairs, and even Qiaoshan was too lazy to go. When the clan leader learned about this, he was quite angry, but under the persuasion of Xuanyuan Shengzi, the clan leader gave Xuanyuan Lang a marriage to stabilize Xuanyuan Lang.

Just when the wedding day came, the fairy clothes of Miaoshou disappeared, and Xuanyuan Lang was completely angry. While sending people to investigate, he walked towards the castle where the clan leader lived.

The castle where the leader of the Xuanyuan clan lives is the largest castle in Xuanyuan Hill. No castle can compete with it. This is the power of the patriarch. Moreover, there are quite few people who walk into the patriarch's castle, and there are even fewer people who have seen the patriarch.

Magnificent and towering into the clouds. The power of the Clan Great Castle made Xuanyuan Lang tremble. However, he tried his best to sense the castle's defense system with the emperor's aura to confirm that he was a clan member.[

"Clan leader, the wonderful fairy robe in the world suddenly escaped from marriage, and his movements are unknown. Should I punish the Danxian Sect?" He did not enter the door, but stood outside the gate to ask for instructions.

A moment later, before the door opened, an old voice came from inside: "It's enough to get it back and get married, and you'll be punished unless you have to. The Danxian Sect has a high status in the world and has a strong influence. You should not move it easily. If necessary, blame the leader of the Danxian Sect."

"Receive the order."

Xuanyuan Lang bowed respectfully, and then left without any hesitation. He wanted to use Xuanyuan Qiu's name to suppress the Danxian Sect to improve his prestige in the world. They were used to calling the outside world the world, but their hope was shattered.

Unable to choose the Holy Son. Xuanyuan Lang has always been worried. Why is his qualifications not as good as the Holy Son? He is confident that if he is treated as the Holy Son, he will definitely surpass the Holy Son today. Unfortunately, he has no chance. A few things are mixed together, which makes him upset.

"Report to the city lord, Hong Meng and others defeated the people of our clan and saved the Miaoshou Xianyi. At this moment, he was coming to the castle with the seriously injured and unconscious Zebian to provoke trouble! They claimed that they wanted to kill the city lord!" A clan member hurriedly reported, deliberately highlighting the word Hong Meng and killing the city lord.

"hateful!"

It took no time to find a place to find it. Hong Meng, a kid, hid and hid, but unexpectedly came to him and dared to stop the affairs of my Xuanyuan clan. He was really ignorant of life or death.

"Go back to the city!" Xuanyuan Lang was somewhat looking forward to Hong Meng's appearance because he was sure to win.

Every day, three or two pieces of Emperor Sutra are constantly echoing in my mind. All the Emperor Sutras learned by the leader of the Xuanyuan clan and those who are not the Holy Son are all fragments. Xuanyuan Lang is not listed as.

They did this to protect the immortal status of the patriarch and the sage son, and to use this to slightly enhance the group's combat effectiveness. However, Xuanyuan Lang was dissatisfied.

Looking at the once arrogant Xuanyuan Lang from afar, Hong Meng suddenly felt energetic. This time, Xuanyuan Lang could not be allowed to live in the world. He wanted to pay homage to his grandfather with the blood of the Xuanyuan clan, and to break the myth of Xuanyuan Hill's immortality and establish his strong prestige.

"Hong Meng, what are you here to do?" Xuanyuan Lang shouted.

"I'll take your head!" Hong Meng refused to give in.

When Xuanyuan Lang saw the wonderful hand fairy clothes behind the crowd, his anger could no longer be suppressed. His boiling emperor's aura had already broken through the sky.

Hong Meng's heart was even more murderous. Now in Xuanyuanqiu, he had to kill the Xuanyuan clan's majesty so that they could know the truth that there were people outside the heavens. He was always ready. He hugged Tai Chi with his hands, and his momentum was constantly changing. A desolate and vast aura came overwhelmingly.

The chaotic energy condensed into the middle of the two pieces in a slight way, and under the urge of Hong Meng's power, it emitted a power that shook the world. The soybean-sized chaotic energy mass was like an extremely hungry beast. With a whoosh, it rushed towards Xuanyuan Lang bathed in the golden aura.

boom

Wherever the chaotic energy goes, it will not be destroyed, and wherever the chaotic energy goes, it will not fall and worship it. Both have the aura of dominating the universe. Once it collided, its momentum will be enough to destroy hundreds of powerful mountains. But the sizzling sounds are endless. In the chaotic light, the golden light is gradually fading, and the breath becomes weaker and weaker. [

Could it be that he was defeated in the battle? No! Xuanyuan Lang was very dissatisfied. Could it be that you, an outsider, dare to bully me?

Emperor's Sutra!

The sound of the sutra chanting of the Great Emperor shines brightly in the world, and a piece of pressure that makes people worship emanate from Xuanyuan Lang. He saw him treat himself as the Emperor Huangdi from ancient times to the present, forcibly using the Emperor's Sutra to improve his strength in a short period of time. His meridians were squirting, his blood was almost boiling, and bones and internal organs were not filled with golden light.

When Hong Meng first entered Qiaoshan, he was a person with low strength and no words. Now, he actually has the strength to compete with him, which is his greatest shame. Xuanyuan Lang was indignant and angry, and directly rushed towards Hong Meng with the most primitive offensive method.

Buzz

Hong Meng's body shook slightly, almost fooling the prince in front of him. He calmed down and showed a confident smile on his face. The Emperor's Sutra is indeed well-known, but Xuanyuan Lang was practicing the residual book after all. He used momentum to run the chaotic energy, but the dantian was boiling. If it weren't for the suppression of blood glaze, he might have been on the verge of destruction again. He stabilized his dantian a little, and Hong Meng raised his fist to fight.

bump

There was a numbness on his arm. Hong Meng just used the Taoist rhyme of the White Tiger Fighting to soften the Dao of the Biaokong Fist, but was defeated by the other party for two or three steps. With this attempt, Hong Meng knew even more that the power of the Emperor's Sutra is far less than that.

"It's not wrong for you to pay tribute to my ancestor's heroic soul based on your blood."

When Xuanyuan Lang sideways attacks Hong Meng down the plate, Hong Meng lightly raises his left leg, avoids his attack, and then rotates half a circle in the air. His left foot finds a solid place to settle down, and his right hand nimbles downward. If there are several types of Xuanyuan Lang's neck, then the battle is about to end.

Realizing Hong Meng's fierce attack, a cold sweat immediately emerged from Xuanyuan Lang's forehead. He did not care about Hong Meng's combat power, but he beat three people on the ground regardless of his face.

Huh puff

After eating a few bites of mud on the ground, Xuanyuan Lang was so angry that his face turned tilted. No one had ever knocked him down like this. Thinking of his majesty when he was in Qiaoshan, he couldn't help but feel ashamed compared to his current situation. His cultivation level has grown too slowly!

"Depending on your strength, I'm afraid everyone is also powerful. How about comparing the power?" Hong Meng stood beside him with a smile, with a slight pressure. Although he was a guest and had a lot of people on the other side, he wanted to hit Xuanyuan Lang in the face and Xuanyuan clan in a place with a lot of people. In this way, he vented his anger for Yu Ying.

"I'm afraid you won't?"

After being inspired by Hong Meng, Xuanyuan Lang acted as a way to launch the power he had just obtained. He has just entered the power path recently, and the way he has realized is still in the early stages and may not necessarily win Hong Meng. However, as a member of the Xuanyuan clan, can he be willing to admit defeat?

"Get back quickly! The power of the power is poor. Are you afraid of your life?" The Dingtu Ranren suddenly shouted at the Xuanyuan tribe behind Xuanyuan Lang, with a mysterious smile on his face.

"You are so quick to retreat! The Xuanyuan tribe members never retreat! The Xuanyuan tribe is brave enough to move forward and dominate the world!"

"The towering Xuanyuan, the vast hills and mountains, will never fall for a thousand years, long live the sky!"

"The idle people are waiting to leave quickly, don't blame me for not reminding you. If you are missing your arms and legs, don't blame us anymore."

Many people did not retreat but advanced, but kept a close distance from Xuanyuan Lang. They had never seen the so-called power. In this area, it was under the jurisdiction of Xuanyuan Lang, so his subordinates naturally had short-sighted knowledge and did not know the power of power.

Just as everyone was clamoring, the space Hong Meng and Xuanyuan Lang saw was instantly distorted, the shadows of the mountains in the distance became curved, and the sky was shattered. The sound of crackling was endless, it was the sound of space shattering! [

Hong Meng's subordinates showed no mercy and activated the most powerful Shidao, Xuanwen, to launch a overwhelming attack. Shidao was his specialty. Although he was still in the state of Shidao's small success, his repeated displays made him leap step by step. Shidao also grew up in constant battles.

The repeated Daowen shocks and the repeated long-range shots of shock waves surprised the Xuanyuan tribe behind Xuanyuan Lang. However, when they realized that it was too late to retreat, the powerful Daowen shock instantly wiped out their souls, melted their bodies, and blood lights exploded, and people became famous.

"No!"

A fishy smell came from Xuanyuan Lang's throat, and he realized the tragic situation of the tribe behind him. He watched them one by one and were burned with anger, and he was seriously injured by the power. The demonic nature gradually eroded his heart, and the painful wail made him feel uneasy.

The tragic death of his tribe members brought him not only a reduction in status, but also a greater punishment for expelling him!

Are you going to be expelled by the clan leader? No! I worked hard for the clan leader and worked hard to guard Qiaoshan. He could not treat me like that.

"Wake up, you are just a sacrifice. Only I value your value."

Hong Meng rose for life, kicked the man away in one corner, and stepped his right foot on Xuanyuan Lang's blood-stained chest. The smell of blood was floating everywhere, but Hong Meng was unaware of it. He laughed and said, "Xuanyuan Lang, if you tell me something, I can spare you."

"I'm delusional! I won't tell you anything." Xuanyuan Lang scolded and vomited blood. The pain had deformed the muscles on his face, and his originally determined gaze also became dark and low.
Chapter completed!