Evolution From the Willow Tree

Liu Ziyu could probably guess what Jiuyou Saint Master thought in his heart.

If he immediately let go of the two Jiuyou Holy Land elders, it is hard to guarantee that these Jiuyou Holy Land Masters would not immediately rush into the abyss.

Therefore, after the Jiuyou Saint Master returned to this abyss a few hours later, Liu Ziyu has not let go of the two Jiuyou Holy Land elders for a long time.

Let Jiuyou Saint Master have doubts and look gloomy, as long as the two Jiuyou Holy Land elders have not escaped the danger, the Jiuyou Saint Master will not act rashly.

The four words “throwing rat jealous device” refer to the Holy Master of Jiuyou at this moment.

Unless he is willing to give up the lives of the two Jiuyou Holy Land elders.

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In a blink of an eye came a few days later.

The Saint Master Jiuyou standing outside the abyss was a little uncomfortable.

At this time, Daolun sound array came through.

Under the envelope, the sky and the earth are full of colors, and the waves are turbulent, accompanied by visions such as golden lotus blooming, purple qi coming from the east, dragons and phoenixes.

The monks at the scene roared in their ears, and their eyes were vast.

When the multiple visions dissipated, a sacred wooden sedan chair exuding the mist and thunderous purple thunder came from above the sky.

This ancient sedan chair made of ancient sacred woods is full of rays of sunshine and turbulent fog. Its surface is also branded with countless traces of Taoism and gods. The purple thunder and lightning falling down are sacred and bright!

The most intriguing thing is that the one that pulls this purple thunder **** wooden sedan chair is actually the nine-headed purple-scaled dragon.

The purple scale water dragon, which is more than a hundred feet long, has a pure and ultimate dragon bloodline in its body.

Between the flurry of dancing in the air and the roaring noises, which kind of aura radiated can definitely be compared with the top super powers, and also weaker than the big power giants.

It is conceivable that the silhouette of a person who can ride in such a sedan chair is extraordinary.

“Zhongzhou Baiyu, Qiantianyu is no more than a corner.

The Nanling Demon Emperor Palace was born first, and today there are such shocking waves. If the old man guessed correctly, this is the corner of the curtain opened by the great world.

Following the Qiantian domain, the fortunes and ancient secrets buried in other states of Zhongzhou will surely surface one after another. “

After the turbulent sunlight and mist, several figures erected on the agarwood sedan chair appeared in the eyes of everyone.

Three old men and four middle-aged men.

It was the old man with his vicissitudes face and hair hanging down on his knees. He was sitting in the sedan chair. Outside his solemn and old figure, there were wisps of avenue mist entwined.

The sound he made also showed signs of sympathetic resonance with the regular avenue between the world and the earth. It was obviously a big figure that was hard to guess.

The two old men and the four middle-aged men who were traveling with him seemed to be a bit shorter in status, and could only stand on the jade steps under the sedan chair.

Liu Ziyu glanced, his mind fluctuated.

The two old men and four middle-aged men standing on the jade steps of the sedan chair are definitely great magicians who set foot in the peak field.

The old man sitting in the sedan chair was even more terrifying.

The power in his body is like a vast and boundless universe.

Liu Tzuyu was only an instantaneous feeling, and there was a sense of insignificance sinking into the boundless ocean. The cultivation of this old thing was probably at the same level as that of the Nine Nether Lords.

“My patriarch.”

The voice of the saint son of the Yan clan sounded.

“Oh? This old thing is the patriarch of your Yan clan?” Liu Ziyu was stunned.

“What are you talking about?” The Yan Clan Shengzi glared at him.

He is the saint son of the Yan clan, and he dare not say that the Yan clan patriarch is an old thing.

“I said you, the patriarch of the Yan clan, you are really immortal, powerful, much stronger than that of the Nine Nether Saint Lord.” Liu Ziyu smiled.

Son of the Yan clan:? ? ?

The fragrance is blowing.

A shadow fell above.

This is a beautiful girl who is 16 or 17 years old in a long green dress.

It’s not enchanting, but it’s full of elegance and elegance like a pile of snowflakes, pretty and cute.

Her long black hair was simply draped over her shoulders. When she laughed, there were two breathtaking pear vortices beside her cheeks that could be broken by blows.

Her body is fragrant and smoke is growing every step of the way, just like a beautiful elf walking out of the painting, standing in front of and behind the saint son of the Yan clan, pretending to be arrogant, curling her red lips, and screaming:

“While this girl was not paying attention, she sneaked out of the Yan clan and came to this place of Lei Ze to practice. I think you owe it to clean up.”

Liu Ziyu is suspicious, what came out of this little girl movie? Isn’t it an old monster with an eternal face to the Yan Clan Saint Son?

Let’s look at the saint son of the Yan clan. Without the upright and heroic appearance that day, he just used a helpless smile and reprimanded: “Don’t be fooling around, there are so many people here, what’s the matter, let’s go back to the Yan clan. .”

The girl in the green skirt snorted deafly, her dark eyeballs turned strangely to Liu Ziyu’s body, and she was a little surprised when she looked at it.

Liu Ziyu, who is not as tall and heroic as the saint son of the Yan tribe, is dressed in white and has a perfect face. Standing there, the fragrance of vegetation flows between flesh and blood.

Coupled with the handsome face that can make women feel sad, like a flawless fairy falling into the red dust, the lethal power of a fifteen or six-year-old girl like a girl in a green dress is self-evident.

“Yep?”

Noting the scene of the girl in the green skirt watching Liu Tzuyu infatuatedly, the sage son of the Yan tribe, like a big enemy, moved quickly to block between the two, coughing: “This one is Daoist Liu Tzuyu.”

The girl in the green skirt raised her hand, and within the stunned expression of the Yan tribe’s son, she pulled the Yan tribe’s son aside as if removing an obstacle.

Then in the dumbfounded son of the Yan clan, with a smile like a flower, he rushed to Liu Ziyu and said, “Liu Ziyu? That’s a pretty good name.

This lady Yan is like snow, you can also call me like a fairy like snow. In the Yan clan, I am recognized as the first genius. In time, this Yan clan will be the master of the house! “

Liu Ziyu:? ? ?

What do you mean? To show off?

The first arrogant of the Yan clan, shouldn’t it be the saint son of the Yan clan?

“Why don’t you talk?” Yan Ruxue’s voice was like a silver bell, and said clearly: “Do you not believe this lady’s words? Then you can inquire about my name, Yan Ruxue, in this land of Zhongzhou. !”

Liu Ziyu smiled ~www.mtlnovel.com~ and looked at the saint son of the Yan clan.

“Stay away from my sister!” The Yan Clan Saint Child who was depressed, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and shouted through voice transmission.

Liu Ziyu:? ? ?

This little girl film turned out to be the sister of the Yan Clan Saint Son.

But what’s the matter with this warning? It’s not that I found the little girl’s movie by myself, but the little girl’s movie got close to me.

“Are you my brother’s friend?”

Yan Ruxue, who couldn’t be free for a moment, asked lively.

Without waiting for Liu Ziyu to respond, the girl shook her head and murmured: “It shouldn’t be. My brother can’t make friends. As for the position of the saint son, this lady thought he was pitiful and deliberately gave it to him.”

Liu Ziyu:? ? ?

Son of the Yan clan:? ? ?

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