“Brother Ye, has it fallen?”

At this moment, everyone seems to have lost the ability to think, and they are all standing on the spot, like the same statue.

Hm!

The flying knife passed through the head of Ye Zhenwu, brought out a smear of scarlet, and then swept back and fell into the Qin Jiu singer.

At this moment, everyone wakes up like a dream, looking at the figure of Qin Jiu Song, like a ghost!

"Since then, the younger generation of Tai Fung Mountain ... will dominate from this one!"

Such a thought, in an instant, appeared in the hearts of all people.

In the crowd, a blue-clad figure stood with a sword and exuded a sharp sword.

At this moment, he looked into the eyes of Qin Jiu Song, and the terrible war spirit soared, and then he abated.

Finally, he looked deeply at Ye Zhenwu, who was powerless to fall to the ground, and he no longer nostalgiaed, and turned and walked away.

Directions . . . outside the mountain!

Ignoring the reaction of the people, Qin Jiu Song waved his hand, suddenly the light on the finger, suddenly the shadow of the light, and suddenly the body of Ye Zhenwu disappeared.

“The real blood!”

Qin Jiu Song whispers, deep in the heart of the ecstasy, to be the body to move, leave here, back to the Nine Vanity Temple, the Ye Zhenwu Dao.

“Really my grandson!”

At this time, the voice of the false ancestor was no longer more transcendent, like an angry old lion, a roar, like a thunderbolt on the whole Tai Fong Mountain!

“Young man, die!”

The words of the fury sounded, and when it fell, it seemed to have been there all the time, and there was an inexplicable fit in the world around it.

The man was coarse cloth and linen, and his hair must be white, his face was folded, and even the old man was covered, and the whole person emitted a rotten breath, as if he had climbed up from the coffin.

However, the East Coast, no one dared to look down on him!

Because he is a big mountain, a false ancestor!

As soon as this person appeared, the surrounding space was frozen again, as if the space in front of it no longer had any meaning, and in anger, a hand was exploratory, and Qin Jiu Song was to ingest it.

Ye Zhenwu is dead, that is the truth.

The thousand-year-old inheritance of the mountain falls on the shoulders of Qin Jiu Song!

Speaking of, even if the upper false ancestor really controls the Qin Jiu Song, it may not really be able to say to the Qin Jiu Song, but the apprentice grandson was killed, and the false ancestor could not have expressed it!

But at this time!

“Do you want me to say it a third time?”

Qin Huang's overbearing voice sounded, and the surrounding space was blocked, suddenly like lenses, pieces broken, and everyone regained their freedom in an instant.

“Have you ever asked this place?”

The voice fell, the void glowed, a great throne appeared, and above the throne, a figure sat proudly, and the face was blinded by the occult machine, revealing only a pair of majestic eyes, which seemed to break everything.

This throne, and the figure of the Qin Emperor above the throne, fell in front of the upper false ancestors and blocked the Qin Jiu song.

See, Qin Jiu song sword eyebrows slightly wrinkled.

The killing of Ye Zhenwu, he is now the only young supreme in Tai Fung Mountain, and besides Qin Emperor's face, his own safety is naturally not a problem.

However, if you want to leave with Ye Zhenwu's body, you can't do it.

“The real blood...”

Qin Jiuo's mind center read the electricity, to the hand of the big creation, want him to give up, Qin Jiu song naturally unwilling!

“I’m here, I can do it!”

At this moment, the Qin Emperor's voice sounded quietly in his mind.

Qin Jiu Song was stunned, and he no longer hesitated, and nodded slightly.

He poked his hand, took out the horns of the deceitful thorn from the twilight, poured the force, and excited it.

Suddenly, a confused air machine emerged, under the control of Qin Jiu Song, covering the circle of ten sides and blinding the sky.

With that corner of the power of deceiving the heavens, even the prince can also deceive.

However, here and now, there are giants such as the false ancestors present, and moreover, this place is too virtual mountain, and today's events are the whole of the Tai fictitious mountain high-level, although they have not appeared, but there must be countless eyes concerned about this.

In addition to the upper false ancestors, there may be a worldly strong person, who can explore the horns of the sky.

However, since the Qin Emperor let him let go, Qin Jiu Song naturally did not hesitate.

Everything was ready, Qin Jiu Song did not dare to delay, and poked his hand, and removed Ye Zhenwu's body from the Qiankun Ring.

Hands down the wind, take off the vows of Ye Zhenwu's hands, and it is too late to look carefully and tucked into your own vows.

Then he put the body of the body in the ground.

“The magic of the Dafa... the practice!”

Qin Jiu Song drank low.

A strange breath, from his body, fell in the body of Ye Zhenwu.

It seems that for an instant, it seems that it is a thousand years, and that mysterious fluctuation is in it, in the body of Ye Zhenwu, the blood flow is suddenly accelerated, like a criss-crossing river, which is now called by the sea.

Outside, a bloodful light appeared, which began to be very dim, and then gradually became rich, slowly gathered, gathered into a drop of blood shape.

That drop of blood is like a world, with the ancient mountains manifesting, and there are endless rivers and rivers...

...

That corner of the sky outside.

The upper false ancestor's eyes, seemingly turbid, but at this moment it is bursting out of the thunder-like light, want to break through that corner of the sky.

However, in addition to the corner, there is also a power of the spirit, which isolates his eyes.

“Qin Emperor, what are you doing, why can’t you see anyone?”

The false ancestors roared, after all, Ye Zhenwu's body is still among the Qin Jiu singers.

Qin Emperor coldly said, “If you are injured, will you dare to treat me in front of you?”

Hearing the words, the false ancestors were cold, and there was no prosecution, and what the Qin Emperor said was the details of people.

Moreover, the bottom of Qin Jiu Song is mysterious, even he does not know that it will be so covered when he heals, and it is normal.

At this moment, the white-haired man of the upper fictitious grandfather sent the black-haired man, and the turbid eyes were fixed on the Qin Emperor, half-sick and cold: "Qin Emperor, the death of my disciple grandson, you have to give me an clamor!"

"The young supreme with the establishment of an era, is destined, one of them will step on the bones of the other, cast their own invincible, pave their own invincible road!" 」The King is very strong.

“That’s what it was like in ancient times!Now this era, but my son is a talent, the ancient ancestors of the past 100 years to do things, a one-time completion, why to explain to you?"

The face of the false ancestor is more and more ugly, and the gloomy is like water.

“All right, all right, all right!”

Half-way, he was angry and laughing, and what the Qin emperor said made him unable to refute, only glaring at the Qin emperor: "Since this is the case, I am really the corpse of my grandson, and I should always pay it back to me."

“Yes!”

Qin Emperor simply nodded: “But wait until my son’s healing is done!”

“The joke!”"I'm too vain mountain giant, according to seniority, even you have to call me a grandfather, now I give my grandchildren the body, but also waiting for your child to complete the treatment can not be done!" 」

“So what do you want?”Qin Emperor did not let go, "big deal, a war outside heaven!"