"Don't misunderstand the men of the night. In fact, we represent the Tianlong dynasty to apologize to the son."
The god of defeat turned his eyes, and he took the initiative to say.
Ye Xuan's mouth was slightly tilted, and he said with a smile: "The apology is good to say, but the gift of the gift, then I will discuss with your emperor."
Where did the heaven not hear the meaning of the driving away in Ye Xuankou?
Ye Xuan said in a hurry: "Remember to bring words to the emperor. At this time, the Emperor Xianzong returns to Zhongxuan Mountain."
"The words of the night, will be taken to the next place." The defeated god will smile and say: "Then I will retire first."
"Go." Ye Xuan waved.
The defeat of the gods will not say nothing, bring 5,000 defeat of the heavenly army, and escape quickly.
The strong man of the Wanyi Shengzong and Yaoge didn't even say from beginning to end, his face was extremely pale, and he went away with the five thousand defeats.
Where does that look, where there is still the previous hard gas.
Before the defeat of heaven will say that when you change your mind at any time, the strong man of the Wanzong Shengzong and Yaoge also feel that the defeat of the god will be unyielding.
However, after seeing this war today, they will never have such an idea.
Ye Xuan ...
Never provoke!
This is their only idea now.
They saw the duel of the two emperors and fairy soldiers with their own eyes. They saw tens of millions of disciples in Lieyang Tianzong, and were killed by a knife.
Seeing the prince Qi Tianyu with his own eyes, he was annihilated in the hands of Ye Xuan.
I saw the patron saint of Lieyang Tianzong, fled in the face of Ye Xuancang, and retracted back to the nest.
What else do they support?
Come to death?
"Do you still think there is a problem before?"
After leaving Zhongxuanshan at least one million miles, the defeated god will slow down, saying slowly.
These words are naturally said to the people of thousands of instruments and Yaoge.
"The general is foresight, and the emperor has the foresight ..." Elder Shengzong Elder Ying Yingshu's face was bitter.
"It's a rude before I waited." The elder An Yunfeng, the elder of Yaoge, was pale, and his heart was indifferent.
The rest of the medicine pavilions, the strong performance of the Wanyi Shengzong is similar to the two, and they are all shocked.
"The predecessors will be regarded as the sake of the predecessors in the territory of the Tianlong dynasty. One more thing, the battlefield fights, and many people will die.
The death of the sage will go to destroy himself ... "The defeated god will say slowly.
These words made the people of the Wanzong Shengzong and Yaoge's face suddenly ugly.
Naturally, they know what the god will mean.
Even if they are defeated, they will understand that they will understand.
It's just that this kind of thing will be even more faceless.
"General Xie reminded that this matter was carefully considered." The white -haired old man said slowly.
The defeated god will hug his fist slightly, without saying anything.
To be honest, at this moment, he has been soaked by cold sweat at this moment.
As the three great gods of the Tianlong dynasty, there are many battles he has experienced, but he has never trembled as daring as today.
The young man named Ye Xuan is the real general of the general, as if nothing is enough to make his emotions.
The god of defeat will admire it.
At the same time, he also understood why Her Majesty would care so much about the death of the Eight Princes.
In contrast, the life of a prince is not qualified to compare with an ancient dynasty.
In today's matter, he will tell all the His Majesty.
Nympho
The Tianlong dynasty, the Shengzong of the thousands of instruments, the three parties of Yaoge, came quickly and went fast, and it was gone.
At the same time, the pulse of the coffin who has never appeared appeared from the darkness.
The eight big men in a black shirt and muscular knot carried two overlap coffins, appearing in the eyes of Ye Xuan and others.
"Lift the coffin ..."
When I saw these eight people, the demon emperor murmured softly.
The pulse of the coffin seems to have been born for a long time.
And now appearing here, it is quite surprised by her.
"What do they come here?" Xiongxin couldn't help but whispered.
Eight people who look ordinary, carrying two coffins, standing in front of the Tianzong Mountain Gate of Lieyang.
"Who asks for a sword coffin?" One of them said clearly.
Ye Xuan glanced at the direction of the west, and said slowly: "Don't worry."
The eight coffin stood there, motionless, as if sculpture.
The breath on their bodies is also very weird.
But they rushed from the distant Xiling to Zhongxuan Mountain overnight.
咻-
At this moment, there was a burst of free sounds in the west.
boom--
A burly young man came to the ground, his legs slowly stood upright, and he looked at Ye Xuan, respectfully: "Son."
The coming person is Li Kuang.
咻-
After the advent of Li Kang Tu, Zhou Zihuang, Lu Tianyi, Huayun Chang, and the four Zhou Chao Long came.
"Father……"
On the East Desert Island, when he saw the advent of Zhou Zihuang and others, Zhou Youwei's eyes were bright, and he left the East Wild Island.
Ye Xuan took the lead in the ground, first nodded and said hello, and immediately said: "Where is the corpse of the old man Ning?"
"Here." Li Kuangtu handed the small coffin in his hand to Ye Xuan.
"Ye Xuan, is it over?" Zhou Zihuang looked around and couldn't help asking.
On the way to the way, they felt the terrible fluctuations. When they originally planned to accelerate the advance, they were forced to stop by that horrible sound wave. here.
Right now, it seems that it is over?
"It's over." Ye Xuan slightly pushed the head, took the small coffin, and said slowly: "You are waiting for me first."
During the talk, Ye Xuan took a small coffin towards the eight coffin, and spread out his right hand, saying, "Burning this person in the sword coffin."
"Okay." The first person on the left nodded slightly.
boom--
The next moment, the rotten wooden coffin above rises, and the sword coffin cover below is also slowly open.
The small coffin in the right hand of Ye Xuan flew into the sword coffin and fell into it.
In silence, the sword coffin is closed.
The rotten wooden coffin was still suspended on the sky, and it turned slowly.
After the eight coffins incorporated the sword coffin of Ning Zongtang's corpse, they rose up and turned around Zhongxuanshan.
"Father, old ancestor."
At this moment, Zhou Youwei already flew in front of Zhou Zihuang, and whispered softly.
"Xiao Youwei."
Seeing Zhou Youwei, Zhou Chaolong and others were slightly relieved.
Just now, they didn't see Zhou Youwei, and they were ‘stunned’ in their hearts, and they were completely relieved.
"Ye Xuan, Ning Shibo's body, are they going to lift away?" Lu Tianzheng watched the eight coffin who left and frowned.
Ye Xuan walked beside a few people, and shook his head slightly: "They are looking for a suitable burial position for the old man Ning."