Evolution From the Willow Tree

Liu Ziyu can probably guess what Holy Master Jiuyou was thinking.

If he immediately let go of the two elders of the Nine Nether Holy Land, it would be hard to guarantee that the Nine Nether Holy Master would not immediately rush into the abyss.

Therefore, a few hours before the Nine Nether Holy Master returned to the abyss, Liu Ziyu did not let go of the two Nine Nether Holy Land elders.

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

The four words "tossing rats and taboos" refer to the Holy Master of Jiuyou at this moment.

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

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

The Holy Master Jiuyou, standing outside the abyss, was a little helpless.

It was at this time that Dao Lun's voice came through.

Under the shroud, the sky and the earth were full of colorful lights, turbulent waves, and also accompanied by the blooming golden lotus, the purple air coming from the east, the dragon and the phoenix and other visions.

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

When the heavy visions dissipated, a sacred wooden sedan car that exuded the mist of Hongmeng and swallowed thousands of zhang purple thunder appeared above the sky.

This ancient sedan chair made of ancient sacred wood has a thousand rays of light, and the fog is turbulent. It is also imprinted with countless Taoist marks on its surface, and the falling purple thunder and lightning are surging, holy light!

The most eye-catching thing was that the one pulling this Purple Thunder God wooden sedan chair was actually a nine-headed purple-scaled Jiaolong.

The purple-scaled Jiaolong with a body that is more than a hundred meters long has the blood of a giant dragon in its body.

Between dancing in the air and screaming and screaming, what kind of energy is emitted can definitely be compared with the top super strong, and it is also weaker than the big man of the power giant level.

It is conceivable that the figures who can come in such a sedan chair are extraordinary.

"The Hundred Domains of Zhongzhou, the Heavenly Domain is but a corner.

First, the Nanling Demon Emperor Palace was born, 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.

After Qiantianyu,

The fortune-telling and ancient secrets buried in other states in Zhongzhou will definitely surface one after another. "

After the turbulent glow and mist, several figures erected on the agarwood sedan chair were revealed to everyone's eyes.

Three old men and four middle-aged men.

It was the old man with the vicissitudes of life and the beard and hair hanging down on his knees. He was sitting in the sedan chair. Outside of his solemn and old figure, there were traces of fog on the avenue.

The sound he made also showed signs of sympathetic resonance with the rules and avenues between heaven and earth. It was obviously an unpredictable big man.

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

Liu Ziyu glanced at her, her mind was in turmoil.

The two old men and four middle-aged men standing on the jade steps of the sedan chair are definitely great supernatural powers who have 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 Ziyu only felt it for a moment, and there was a sense of insignificance sinking into the boundless ocean. The cultivation of this old man was probably at the same level as that of the Holy Master of Jiuyou.

"Lord Patriarch."

The voice of the Yan clan saint son sounded.

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

"What did you say?" The holy son of the Yan clan glared at him.

He is the holy son of the Yan clan, and he doesn't dare to say that the Yan clan patriarch is an old man. Liu Ziyu's words are a bit presumptuous.

"I said that you are the patriarch of the Yan clan, you are really immortal, and you are indescribably powerful. You are much stronger than the Holy Master of Nine Serenities." Liu Ziyu said with a smile.

Holy Son of Yan Clan: ? ? ?

Fragrant.

A shadow fell from above.

This is a beautiful girl of sixteen or seventeen years old wearing a long green dress.

It's neither enchanting nor provocative, but it's full of snowflakes and trees as elegant and elegant, pretty and lovely.

The long black and crystal clear hair is simply placed on his shoulders. When he laughs, there are two breathtaking pear vortexes on his cheeks that can be broken.

Her body was fragrant, and she was smoking every step of the way, just like a beautiful elf who walked out of the painting, standing in front of and behind the holy son of the Yan clan, pretending to be arrogant with red lips, spit:

"Taking advantage of this girl's inattentiveness, sneaked out of the Yan clan and came to this land of Lei Ze to practice, I think you need to clean up."

Liu Ziyu was suspicious, what happened to this little girl's film? With such an attitude towards the holy son of the Yan clan, is it an old monster with a permanent face?

Let’s look at the holy son of the Yan clan, who lost his dignified and valiant appearance that day, but with a helpless and wry smile, he reprimanded: “Don’t make a fool of yourself, there are many people here, what’s the matter, go back to the Yan clan and talk about it? ."

The girl in the green skirt snorted deafly, her jet-black eyes turned strangely on Liu Ziyu, and she was a little surprised when she looked at it.

Liu Ziyu, who was not as tall and heroic as the holy son of the Yan clan, was dressed in white and had a perfect face. Standing there, the fragrance of plants and trees flowed between his flesh and blood.

Coupled with that handsome face that could make a woman feel sad, like a flawless immortal who fell into the red dust, the lethality to a fifteen or six-year-old girl like the girl in the green skirt is self-evident.

"kindness?"

Noticing the scene where the girl in the green skirt was staring at Liu Ziyu, the holy son of the Yan clan quickly moved to stand between the two of them, coughing, "This is fellow Daoist Liu Ziyu."

The girl in the green skirt raised her hand, and in the stunned expression of the Yan clan saint, as if removing an obstacle, she dragged the Yan clan saint to the side.

Then, in the stunned state of the holy son of the Yan clan, with a smile like a flower, he rushed in front of Liu Ziyu and said, "Liu Ziyu? This name is quite good.

Miss Yan Ruxue, you can also call me Fairy Ruxue, in the Yan clan, I am recognized as the number one genius, in time, this Yan clan will be the master of this young lady! "

Liu Ziyu: ? ? ?

What's the meaning? To show off?

The first arrogance of the Yan clan, shouldn't it be the holy son of the Yan clan?

"Why don't you speak?" Yan Ruxue's voice was like a silver bell, and she said in a clear and clear voice: "Don't you believe what Miss Ben said? Then you can inquire in this land of Zhongzhou, who doesn't know my name, Yan Ruxue. !"

Liu Ziyu smiled and looked at the holy son of the Yan clan.

"Stay away from my sister!" The depressed Yan Clan's holy son, gritted his teeth, clenched his fists, and shouted through voice transmission.

Liu Ziyu: ? ? ?

This little girl's film turned out to be the younger sister of the Holy Son of the Yan clan.

But what is this warning about? It's not that I found this little girl's film by myself, but this little girl's film came close to me.

"Are you my brother's friend?"

Yan Ruxue, who couldn't be idle for a moment, asked lively.

Before Liu Ziyu could respond, the girl shook her head and muttered, "It shouldn't be, my brother can't make friends. As for the position of the holy son, it's this lady who sees him as pitiful and intends to humbly give it to him."

Liu Ziyu: ? ? ?

Holy Son of Yan Clan: ? ? ?

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