Poison Fire!

It is also the power of the Nine Nether Poison Saint's realm. Under this field, any person who is not a Poison Sect can only die along the way. It can also be said that the Nine Nether Poison Saint Flame is a barrier.

Such a barrier!

The God Emperor is hard to shake!

The Jiuyou fireworks surrounded the Poison Sect for a moment, and the Jiuyou's words stirred up the anxiety of the sky: "Get up immediately, the people from the Poison Sect are ready to fight and guard the glory of the Poison Sect, right now."

The Holy Word of the Poison.

The heroes shouted: "Fight!"

The shouting words were filled with birds and beasts in the forest. At this moment, the Nine Nether Poison Saint squinted his eyes and could clearly feel that several powerful people were galloping towards him under his divine thoughts.

Holy Powerful!

神皇强者!

There are many people. Today's battle, don't be careless. Although you are scared, at this time, there is a layer in the heart of the Nine Nether Poison Saint--

expect!

Looking forward to fighting, today's battle is hard to predict, even if you die, what's wrong?

A battle!

Lay glory!

A battle!

Use martial arts!

Thoughts fall.

Determination is strong.

Just as Jiuyou's thoughts fell, the mountains and forests were turbulent in front of him. As the mountains and forests were turbulent, a sound of rushing sounded constantly under the entire dense forest.

A sound started.

The pressure is strong.

Then thousands of elites rushed over, and the elites rose up in the sky, with a domineering cold light. The Nine Nether Poison Saint squinted his eyes in an instant: "Is this... Tianlang Gate?"

The elite of the Tianlang is rising.

The murderous intent is shocking the sky.

Jiuyou's eyes fell into a deep place in the crowd ahead. As Jiuyou's poisonous saint looked at him, a heavy countershock suddenly swept over. Jiuyou squinted his eyes and snorted: "It's you!"

"Qingze holy!"

The head of the three sacred sects of Tianlang Sect: "Since Qingze has come to the Poison Sect in person today, the grudge between you and me is time to end."

Qingze squinted his eyes for a moment.

Killing intention!

It lingers in my heart for a moment. When Jiuyou Poison Saint was thinking this way, a middle-aged man with a little evil spirit in the Tianlang Gate camp couldn't help but smile: "Jiuyou, Jiuyou."

"The humiliation you gave me a thousand years ago will be retried by the Japanese Saint in person."

Word moments.

The sneer became even stronger. Countless powerful men outside the carriage subconsciously shrank their necks. They could clearly feel that a terrifying pressure was dissipating, as if they had completely suppressed their souls.

seem!

As long as the strong people inside have a thought, they can be crushed into ashes in the blink of an eye.

horrible!

Before everyone could think about it, another shocking sound came from the forest. As the sound appeared, the ground trembled for a moment, and the smoke and dust in the sky suddenly began to shake.

As the smoke and dust shaking, the trees in the forest were shaking wildly.

seem!

The flood and beasts were surging. Such a huge change surprised the strong people on the scene: "What a terrible oppression."

Didn't think much about it.

The elites rise.

I saw thousands of elite strong men holding long swords in the forest behind me stomping their feet neatly. As soon as everyone stomped their feet, the ground kept cracking, just like the god of killing was in the way. At this moment, everyone felt even more shocked.

Inside the carriage, Qingze Shensheng also smiled playfully: "Chirong Sect, it's time for you to come."

soon!

Qingze murmured, and the sarcasm was even stronger: "Jiuyou, Jiuyou, how can you live in such a situation?"

"Although you are the only poisonous saint powerhouse in the martial arts world in the past thousand years."

"But with the joint efforts of the two major sects."

"You are destined to die."

The heart of Qingze was not heard by Jiuyou, and the eyes that looked forward became solemn: "Chirong Sect!"

"Lin Yuan holy!"

Jiuyou felt a sense of oppression in his heart. Lin Yuan had been famous for a long time and was an absolute genius and holy person. Now that he is in power, the Poison Sect is afraid that it will be difficult to survive. Jiuyou even smiled bitterly in his heart: "Social Son!"

"Where are you?"
Chapter completed!