The roar from outside the sky continued, but its time was not long, and after about the tea time, it was restored to calm again.

For the people of the Yellow Spring Saints, it is precisely this kind of calm, which is terriblely suppressed...

Suddenly, one of them looked up and said, “What is that?”

Under the sky, a silver moon hangs high and sprinkles silver.

But at this moment, in the round of the silver moon, suddenly appeared a white figure, stepping on the moon.

Close, people see clearly, it is a gentle middle-aged man with a refined temperament, and the moonlight outlines its outline, like a fairy.

But the strange thing is that at this moment, the man's hand is carrying one...

The head!

“Olide, the hustle and bustle of the Lord, come back quickly!”

Under the silver moon, the white figure opened and raised the head in his hand!

It is the false Lord!

And the head in his hand, suddenly belongs to the legendary ancestor of Huangquan Sanzong 90,000 years ago!

Grandfather, fall!

“The grandfather!”

In an instant, countless sorrows sounded from the Yellow Spring holy sect.

The position of the patriarch of Huangquan in the holy religion of Huangquan is like a god, like faith.

But now, their faith has been taken off their heads, and they have been scattered, and all the people of Huangquan Sangzhu feel that there is something in their hearts that is suddenly broken.

“Aad, did he fail too?”

“My Holy Spirit of the Yellow Spring... is dead...”

Endless sorrow!

Bam!

The head of the Holy Father of Huangquan is suddenly smashed on the earth, even if it is already a meteorite, but the Holy Spirit is still uneasy, and no one can be approached.

Being able to cultivate to such a realm of existence, its body has immortalized!

But even so, it is still too vain the Lord to beheaded under his hand, that the impact of the heart, to reach the peak, incomparably terrible!

Seeing this scene, the Tai Fong Mountain side is the opposite of the Huangquan Shengzong, and everyone's faces are extremely excited and blood boiling.

"Too strong, the Lord is too strong, even if it can be left in the name of the young history, it will still be be killed by the Lord, when the world is invincible!"

“I’m too strong in this world... too strong!”

Strong pride, rising from the heart of everyone in the mountains.

“Hahaha!”

The Qin emperor laughed wildly, and the figure of the great shore slowly rose up, overlooking the people of Huangquan: "Faith me too vain, otherwise... kill without forgiveness!"

He paused, and he continued, “Except the Lord of Huangquan and the Seal Emperor!”

Today, Tai Hushan vows to accept the Yellow Spring Sacrament, and the control and influence of the Presiding and Emperors in the Huangquan Sacrament is too great, and they will not die, which will always be a trouble for Tai Hushan!

Either way, they will die!

“Oh—”

This is a complete confusion among the holy people.

Countless people's minds are floating, after all, not everyone has the realization of life and death with the clan, and more people are obviously more cherished by their own lives.

But at this moment, no one hastened to make a sound, and the afterglow of the corner of the eye is all the yellow spring lord and the demon emperor who is extremely ugly in the void!

Even now, the two people are in danger of dying, but the accumulation of thousands of years is obviously not easy to eliminate.

“It seems that you need to solve two stumbling blocks first!”Qin Emperor played with a smile, the tone of Sensen, that majestic sight, fell on the Yellow Spring Lord and the ghost emperor.

The heart of the fictitious Lord was moved, and suddenly a god tower appeared above his head, and when he waved his big hand, he went to the Qin Emperor: "Qin Emperor, this place will be handed to you!"

“All right.”The Emperor nodded his head.

The Lord smiled and said nothing more, and the body disappeared from its place.

As a saint overlooking the eight deserts, after solving the legendary ancestor of Huangquan's holy people, there is nothing to worry about.

In fact, there is nothing worth worrying about.

The Lord of Huangquan, who once lived on an equal level with him, is now just an ant that can be crushed to death, but in any case, he is a quasi-saint existence!

The killing of a saint is a small thing for him.

But Qin Emperor has just broken through now, if you can kill a quasi-holy to sacrifice its martial arts, it will undoubtedly have great significance!

Before leaving, the Lord is too vain to leave the tower to the Qin Emperor!

As for the sacramental sacrament of the Yellow Spring...

He was destroyed by his life!

The sacred weapon is in hand, and the Qin Emperor kills the Lord of the Yellow Spring, and there will be no half-suspense.

Qin Jiu Song is also a smile.

There is also a tower of God that emerges above the head of him, and although the pressure is far from too empty, it is also extremely extraordinary, it is the imitation of the sacriterine, which is called the strongest existence under the sacristy!

“Seven ancestors, the demon emperor has given it to you!”

Qin Jiu Song laughed and gave the quasi-holy to the seven-faculty boy to control.

He once killed a emperor, and now the opportunity to cut off the ghost emperor is to give up the seven law boy, so the opportunity is precious to the latter.

“Thank you for the nine songs!”

The seven-law boy did not refuse, and he agreed to come directly.

The superior sacred weapon on the top of his head, he moved slightly, slowly ascended into the air, and fell on the side of the Qin Emperor.

Qin Huang's overbearing eyes fell on the Lord of Huangquan and the Seal Emperor: "I don't know if the two of you are leading the death here, or are you going to heaven?"

The voice fell, the terrible pressure of madness filled out, and the strong killing intention was almost condensation into substance!

The ancestors of Huangquan have fallen, and the face of the Lord of Huangquan and the ghost emperor is extremely ugly at this moment.

Hearing the words of the Qin Emperor, a ray of sadness appeared on the face of the Lord of Huangquan, he slowly bowed his head, his eyes passed every inch of the land of the Yellow Spring Saints, and the yellow spring holy sect was a familiar or unfamiliar face, and his eyes were quietly red.

The land where he raised him is no longer called “Yellow Spring” after today...

The faces that are sheltered by him are no longer His people after this day.

But at least for the time being, he is the Lord of the Holy Spirit of the Yellow Springs!

His blood is still flowing with the imprint of this land!

“Holy Disciples of Huangquan hear orders!”

Suddenly, the Lord of the Yellow Spring spoke in awe, and the voice did not return to that feminine, but unprecedentedly loud!

“There!”

Conditional reflection, Huangquan holy people responded in unison, and even many people, is already in tears.

The sight of the Lord of Huangquan passed over the people one by one: “Today, it is likely that I will speak to you for the last time as the Lord of Huangquan...”

“Give me the last word!”

"After today, whether you are still named Huangquan or not, I hope that you will remember my last decree!"That's . . .

He paused, only to utter the final words:

“Hold on!”

He said, his head did not turn back, his body straight to the sky, the magnificent words resounded from the sky:

“Come to war!”

“The Lord...”

At this moment, the Yellow Spring is holy, all the people are very sad.