"Master, Xiaoran's sugar beans have been eaten! Senior brother is too bad, he won't give Xiaoran's sugar beans!"

Yue Ranwen pouted his mouth aggrievedly and said, "The evil man complained first."

Li Xingchen smiled helplessly. He was just a sixth-grade alchemist. He was really going to be a lifelong master when he practiced the eighth-grade alchemist.

This shameless little girl...

Lu Fengyun couldn't bear to thank Yue Ran's mouth and immediately agreed to open the cauldron in the afternoon to refine the alchemy.

"Ah? What is this thing? Master, what are you doing around it?"

The little girl was attracted by the Xingtian axe that was firmly stuck to the ground. She walked forward, stretched out her little hand as bright as jade, and gently lifted it, and Xingtian axe broke through the ground.

Seeing this, Yan Ming was shocked!

Just now, he used all his strength but couldn't shake it at all!

Monster! It's indeed a Monster!

Yan Ming almost shed tears of inferiority.

Li Xingchen took Xingtian Axe from Yue Ran's hand, "Junior sister, this is an axe. Don't play around with it, you are easily injured."

He inserted Xingtian axe back to the ground.

This axe of 99,000 pounds was as light as nothing in the hands of the two, just like holding a small branch!

Yan Ming's little heart was hit critically.

He looked at the two of them in disbelief, and secretly pulled them out, still motionless!

Is this the difference between geniuses and ordinary people?

Yan Ming finally suppressed his inferiority complex and began to spread again...

The little girl knew nothing, but she still smiled heartlessly. Suddenly she jumped and ran away.

She was attracted by a flying butterfly.

Lu Fengyun said to Yan Ming: "There are too many rusts on this axe. The utensils are like humans. Only after polishing can they shine with their own brilliance."

In the Supreme Martial Arts, the talent determines the future Shanhai Continent. With the qualifications of Yanming Land, he can become an elder or even a veteran in any second-rate sect in the Nine Realms, and spend his life with a little turbulence.

But if you want to reach the peak and see higher scenery, the road is too long and too difficult!

This is the case in the martial arts world. It is as brilliant as heaven for some people, but cruel as hell for others!

The Wushuang Sect is full of monsters, and Yan Ming is among them, so mediocre!

If you want to reach the peak of martial arts, you can imagine what a huge price you have to pay!

How tragic growth should you experience!

In the past seven thousand years, there has not been a talented earth-class talent who has become the supreme martial arts master!

Lu Fengyun, he insists on setting this precedent!

What's the point of taking geniuses to the top? Let ordinary disciples become supreme, that's what a great pen!

Hearing this, Yan Ming was stunned for a while before he realized it. He was very excited: "Please rest assured by the sect leader. I will definitely overcome all difficulties and polish it to the brilliance!"

…………

East of Central China.

Golden-winged Roc tribe.

The soldiers guarded the Beitian Main Gate, all wearing hard and holding sharp swords, standing like several long swords.

Without warning, a dark figure broke the peace above the sea of ​​clouds!

The black shadow slowly descended, like a towering iceberg, with thousands of evil light bursting out.

The green face and fangs are terrifying, and behind them are the red cloak dancing wildly, and the aura of terror swept over.

Luoda Ghost Emperor!

He raised his head slightly and looked at the majestic gate of the North Heaven.

Fifty thousand years ago, he was only a little short of a fight, and he was able to get here!

Today, let’s make up for the regrets of that year!

"Who?!"

The gatekeepers were alarmed and drew their swords one after another, pointing straight at the former!

Luoda Ghost Emperor regarded nothing, and he walked towards the North Heaven Gate step by step.

The soles of the feet stepped on the ground condensed by clouds and mist, and every step made a shocking footsteps!

The warriors were irritated and surrounded.

The sword is like rain.

"Little ant dares to block my way?"

In the fierce ghost eyes of Luoda Ghost Emperor, it was like ice and snow, completely ruthless and indifferent.

The Ghost Emperor was furious, and his breath was like a ferocious beast that opened the gate, and the stormy waves shot towards all directions!

puff!

puff!

...

Wherever the breath swept, the beams and pillars were broken and the sea of ​​clouds tumbling.

The goalkeepers, without exception, all died!

Blood splattered in the sky.

There is no time for fear!

The minion is really vulnerable!

The Luoda Ghost Emperor looked at him and walked straight towards the Beitianmen.

"Stop, go forward and die!"

A silver figure stands with a gun, and one man is at the gate, and ten thousand men cannot open it!

General of the Golden-winged Great Phang clan, whistling the wind!

The army was tide, and it surged out from behind him, surrounding the Luoda Ghost Emperor.

The Ghost King smiled.

Hoarse, desolate, contempt!

"It's been 150,000 years, and you don't seem to know me anymore."

Luoda Ghost Emperor still walked forward!

In this world, there are no ones who can make him stop going back 150,000 years and tens of thousands of years later!

Xiaofeng looked up and down the former.

This person gradually coincides with the clan's inner history books and the one who has made the Dapeng clan almost die out for tens of thousands of years.

The Emperor of the Shura Ghost Clan, the Emperor of Luoda Ghost!

The dusty memory was opened, and Xiaofeng was shocked and lost his color!

It was the devil in front of him who gave him an eternal curse!

Now, he is resurrected!
Chapter completed!