上海419论坛,上海龙凤花千坊,夜上海论坛,上海品茶工作室

Most of the evil spirits in the ancient battlefield of burying immortals were added after the fall of the ancient immortal army, and a large number of evil spirits was the best goal.
If even this can be handled, such as facing the nine ghost countries, let alone participating in Li Yuan’s plan to break into the underworld?
Thought of here Wang Xuan eyebrows slightly wrinkled.
The patrol army showed its fighting power last year, but it was far from the same.
I’m afraid you need to gain momentum if you want to rise quickly …
……
Jiuyou Shaoyin Mountain Three-corpse Riverside
An ancient and huge military camp in the desolate and lonely plain was shrouded in thick gloom, and there was a faint green jack-o’-lantern flashing in the darkness.
The military camp was silent, and all the huge stone buildings were full of dark shadows.
Suddenly something happened outside the central hall.
On both sides of the towering closed bronze gate, the stone skin on the surface of the evil spirit stone statue fell like a living thing, and walked forward with heavy steps, beating a drum and carrying a hammer to ring hard
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Dull and gloomy snare drum reverberated everywhere
Soon the whole camp was boiling.
Black fog billowed from the stone houses, and the flashing figure also appeared in the eyes of pale skin and decayed armor. The jack-o’-lantern burning turned out to be a Yin soldier.
Different from the ancient battlefield in Middle-earth, the shape of the Yin soldiers in this military camp is almost condensed into essence, which makes the frost spread around them
Bang, bang, bang!
The hard ground burst and the soil splashed, and a tall figure appeared bloody and fierce. It was a practice of flying stiff for thousands of years.
What is even more shocking is that these flying stiffs turned out to be Kungang giants of the same race and covered in bronze armor.
Densely packed, it looks like the Great Wall of Steel.
Boom
The towering bronze gate slammed.
A knight slowly emerged from the darkness with a bloody dragon armor helmet and a white tassel. The ghost face with a dark gold bronze armor is a wild and fierce beast, and it looks like a red leopard with five tails and a corner.
It is the White Tiger Soldier Saint Li Yuan.
He looked at Lady Baihua’s crystal skull in his hand, and a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. After carefully putting it away, he waved his bloody cloak.
In an instant, the blood waves rose and roared toward the north with all the ghost soldiers in the camp.
Two hours later, a magnificent mountain appeared.
The whole mountain is covered with high and low stone pillars and flows in the middle, making the whole mountain foggy and illusory.
Li Yuan was silent for a while, slowly holding his fist and saying, "At the end, I have something important to tell Li Yuan to see the holy king!"
As soon as the voice fell on the mountains, the black fog surged like a black cloud to the army, and the gloomy and indifferent sound came from the clouds
"Don’t disturb the sage’s closing!"
Then there was a hoarse weird smile.
"Hee hee ….. you this fellow has been reminded of the past, has the infidelity played a role? It’s better to give Yuan Shen to let the old man …"
"Shut up!"
Li Yuan suddenly looked up and his eyes were full of murder. "I have something important to meet with the sage immediately. How dare you stop me!"
Chapter five hundred and sixty-nine Barriers in front of them, rhetoric, trap.
Li Yuan denounced the scene suddenly quiet.
The people behind the dark clouds obviously didn’t expect that the Terran, who is usually taciturn, would dare to scold them even if he regained consciousness.
"Bold!"
There was a roar like thunder.
Suddenly, the wind and dark clouds surged up, and a huge palm covered with black hair broke through the clouds and came out like a hill to press Li Yuan’s claws. The jack-o’-lantern fills the air and there is a piercing roar.
"Hum!"
Li Yuan a cold hum eyes flashing pitfalls.
There are dozens of true immortals in the Sanyuan Chongxu Sage, but most of the time on weekdays, everything is handled by the Sansheng Temple.
There are three ambassadors in Sansheng Temple, who are respectively borne by the strongest in the secret methods of cultivating the blood, flesh and bone of the holy king.