As one of the ten tribes of Yin Tian, ​​the Corpse Clan should be one of the three middle tribes.

"Old Bangzi is still so serious." A monk wearing a robe stepped into the hall. His entire face had no facial features, only the deep starry sky, even the exposed skin. The overall look was like the starry sky turned into one

The walking monk.

A monk can still smile even though he has no facial features.

At least Wu Rong saw his smile.

Heavenly people!

Also known as the Celestial Race.

It is one of the top three tribes among the ten tribes of Yintian.

"I'm not here to hear these things." The monk with a dragon head and sharp claws and feathers looked calm.

The Ancient Emperor of the Dragon Man slightly arched his hands and found his seat.

"Who else hasn't come?" The ancient emperor of the heavenly crowd glanced over and took a closer look. I didn't know when the monk wearing a light dust of time and space had already taken his seat. He was not the ancient emperor of the Desolate tribe.

This person seems to have been forgotten on the edge of the universe and has become a deserter that cannot be locked, but he does not attract anyone's attention.

"Ghost clan..."

Before he finished speaking, the Ghost Emperor appeared with a pale face.

His slightly scarlet eyes looked around.

He thought it was just a trivial matter, but he didn't expect that the ghost clan would provoke such a powerful enemy, and he had to come.

"I'm polite."

The Ghost Emperor was quite helpless. He finally achieved the fifth step of magical power with the Heaven-Mending Technique. When he turned around, he realized that the great clan was in danger. He thought it was God's catastrophe and was about to show off his skills. Who would have expected that this ordinary killer would

The fifth step was like killing a chicken. Only then did he realize that this was not his own disaster, but a disaster for the monks in the world.

"Senior, please."

Wu Rong looked at the eight people here as usual, and there were only two positions at the moment.

"It seems that I am late." Yan Huang was wearing a black barren armor, holding a ancestral soldier war, and a small shield with a small shield on his right wrist flowing into an invisible light.

When he entered the hall, the two ancestors disappeared immediately, and even the war armor on his body became a black robe.

The fine gold mask blocks his face.

"Not late."

"There are still people who haven't come."

"who?"

"Who else."

"The largest family, burial gods."

Among the ten people, the funeral gods are the most mysterious, but each burial god family is a man who is a man. It is said that the funeral gods can compete with Dongyue.

Just when everyone thought that the monks of the funeral gods would not come, a white -haired old man came in, as if the strong man who came out of the ruins of the ancient gods, Gao Dawei, was like a mountain, like Tianhai, standing there, so he was standing there, so he stood there.

Wrapped with unparalleled killing, drifting a faint bloody smell.

Blood!

And the blood of the powerful nature.

The person in front of me is undoubtedly buried the ancient gods.

The old man gave birth to two corners, but just raised slightly.

The fairy flies are scattered, and the fairy is fluttering.

At a glance, everyone recognized this person's identity, buried the gods of the gods.

Lao Xian's eyes focused on Wu Rong's body: "Which one is Tu Shanjun?"

Oh!

The body of the red hair ghost suddenly expanded.

The tall body with more than two meters stood behind Wu Rong, as if it was an immortal Tianzhu.

Lao Xian nodded slightly, and it was clear that the ghost emperor who was not far away was the invincible strong.

But he was not afraid of the ghost emperor but Dongyue.

No one knows how many fifth steps of Dongyue are in the Great Magic Monk, but they don't need to know at all, because a person's light is enough to make everyone dim.

Just thinking that Lao Xian suddenly looked back, and his pupils could not help shrinking.

Tu Shanjun opened the main pole of the soul.

Emperor Emperor soldiers held in his hands.

The teeth are slightly moved.

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Chapter completed!