Situ and the old ghost took two drops of blood, and then merged two drops of blood into one drop into their own eyebrows. The blood just touched his eyebrows and disappeared immediately. ""

Situ Ghost closed his eyes. After a while, his eyes suddenly opened, and the dazzling gods flashed in his eyes. He whispered: "With my soul as the way, blood as the guide, borrow the power of heaven and earth, big prophecy!" A red mans shot from the eyebrows, and under the control of Situ's old ghosts, he quickly painted a mysterious and mysterious blood red pattern in front of his eyebrows. The mysterious heaven and earth mysterious atmosphere circulated on the pattern, and then the blood red pattern formed. A bright red pentagram did not enter the eyebrows of Stuart's old ghost.

The great prophecy is a magical technique. This magical power was discovered by Situ and the ghost five people who entered a holy emperor's house hundreds of years ago. All five of them have enlightened, but only the Situ old ghosts have explored some. The doorway was enlightened.

Big prophecy does not have any attack power. His role is to be able to predict the future. It is similar to the supernatural power of Zhan, but Stuart’s understanding of the big prophecy has not reached the level of being able to predict the future. One of the basic methods is to find the person you are looking for in the vast sea of ​​people through some special props and items.

Situ's old ghost closed his eyes tightly, and the ruddy complexion quickly became pale at the speed visible to the naked eye. After such a scene, Moo continued a fragrant time, his closed eyes suddenly opened. : "Holy Empire, City of God!"

"We will go to the Holy Empire immediately. Otherwise, it will not take long for the four guards of the Blood Sword Gate to find us again. We have to hide the traces of the Famen from the Holy Emperor's Cave. The four people at the Blood Sword Gate are simply ineffective." Teng old ghost said quietly.

"If you don't want to be late, start now."

......

Deep in the mountains, there is a huge palace hidden by little people. At this moment, in a magnificent room in the palace, a middle-aged man with a burly, tiger-backed waist and a fierce face is sitting cross-legged on the cold ground. His face is a bit gloomy.

He is the wing of the two kings of the Jinlijian family, the Tiger King.

"The strength fell from the Holy Emperor's double heaven to the Holy Emperor's heavy heaven, and it could not be recovered in a short time. This time, I stepped out of the depths of the mountains and rivers, but it cost me so much." The tiger king fists pinched tightly and gnashed his teeth. Said.

"Although the strength has fallen, but if I can successfully complete the task that Wang gave me, then everything is worthwhile, and Wang will not be ill-treated to me." The tiger king’s eyes flashed and continued: "The growth speed of Tianyi Shenhu Something is beyond my expectation. This matter can't be dragged on for too long. Otherwise, once the Tianyi Shenhu is strong, it will be difficult. The Situ five people don't know if they succeeded. In the month's time, if I can't finish the task after one month, then I have to tell Wang Hao about the progress of the matter." The tiger king flashed a decisive color in his eyes.

At this time, a middle-aged scribe wearing a white robe suddenly appeared in the room, staring at the tiger king in a complex look, said: "Do it, worth it, Tianyi Shenhu is the beast of my orc, and has supreme The status of the beast can only last forever under the leadership of the beast god. It is a matter of great rebellion for the king to do so."

The tiger king stared coldly at the middle-aged scribe, and said with a blank expression; "Peng Wang, my orc, as long as it has the existence of the king, it has been prosperous, and now it is not the strong in the ancient times. The times, in front of my beastly godland, Tianyuan mainland is simply vulnerable."

"Tiger King, you should not underestimate the strong people of the Tianyuan continent. On the Tianyuan continent, some people can compete with the king." The middle-aged scribe said softly.

The tiger king snorted and showed a trace of disdain in his eyes: "You are talking about the traitor of the Qingxin Pavilion. I am obsessed with the seven emotions and the desires all day. How is the opponent of the king."

"The news of Tiger King, Tianyi Shenhu has been known by the predecessors of the Pengzhou mainland, my Peng family. You are still back now." The middle-aged scribe said.

"It seems that your Peng family is choosing to stand on the side of Tianyi Shenhu. I also advise you to say that it is still too late to return. Otherwise, if the king will successfully launch the tiger, the Peng family will face the disaster! "The tiger king said coldly.

Wen Yan, the middle-aged scribe sighed a little, not much to say, the figure slowly disappeared into the room.

......

The sacred empire, in the city of God, a luxury carriage with the logo of the Illuminated Priesthood gallops on a wide street, while in the carriage, a white-skinned sword dust is sitting in the white tiger’s knees and sitting in the closed eyes, while Next to him, it is his personal protection of Yang Ling.

The serious injury suffered by Yang Ling on the painting day was completely restored to the original treatment by an elder of the Guangming Shengshi Trade Union. At this moment, he was sitting in the carriage with a cold face and silently guarding the sword dust.

In the bumpy carriage all the way, Jian Chen slowly opened his eyes and his eyes fell on Yang Ling. He said: "Lord Yang Ling, I don't know how long it will take you to reach the realm of the Six-turn Sky Master."

"Respected Master Yang Yutian, Yang Ling has been in the six-turn sky sage for nearly a hundred years." Yang Ling said with no expression, but he looked at Jian Chen's gaze, with undisguised respect.

"Hundred Years!" Jian Chen whispered, this time, four times his age.

"Yangling, I believe that soon after, you will be able to break through the sky sage and step into the realm of the Holy King." Jian Chen has a smile on his face, and now Yang Ling has a different position in his mind.

Yangling looks dark and said: "The Holy King, you are so easy to break through. There are many people on the Tianyuan continent, and there are many people in the world, but how many people can become holy kings."

Jian Chen has indulged in the meeting and said; "Mr. Yang Ling, if there is an opportunity in the future, I will try my best to help you!"

Wen Yan, Yang Ling’s eyes flashed, and there was a hint of joy in the depths of his eyes. In his opinion, the meaning of Jian Chen’s sentence must be after he became the seventh-order Guangshi Shengshi, and then invited a holy king. Come and point yourself.

The luxurious carriages ran all the way on the street and finally stopped in front of a magnificent mansion. The house was very large. Although it was not as atmospheric as the General Union of the Guangyi Priest, it had a thick The quaint atmosphere exudes, as if this mansion is not a mansion, but an old man who has survived for countless years and has undergone a long test, deeply affecting the mind.

At the gate of the mansion, ten guards wearing silver-white armor stood still like stone carvings. Each of them had the strength of the earthly sanctuary, and above the gate, a huge plaque was high. The high hanging there, the plaque on the dragon and the phoenix dance wrote two typing - tie home!

Here, it is the first family of the City of God, and also the home of one of the three major families that control the fate of the Holy Empire, the owner of the City of God, one of the seven super-master cities on the Tianyuan continent.

"Come on, but the master of Yang Yutian!" Jian Chen just jumped from the carriage. There was an old voice in the mansion. I saw an old man wearing a blue robe coming out from the inside. Not arrogant, but a pair of eyes flashed with wise light, constantly looking at the sword dust.

Jian Chen arched his hand at the old man and said: "It is Yang Yutian, and your family is only invited to visit!"

The old man smiled and said: "The deputy general manager of the old slave family has seen the master of Yang Yutian, the master of Yang Yutian, the owner has been waiting in the hall for a long time, please come with the old slave."

"Then the troubled deputy general manager leads the way!" Jian Chen said that he was gentle and refined, not arrogant, not humble, not humble, although he came to the first family of the city of God, but his look is still calm and calm.

This scene was seen by the deputy general manager, and he could not help but nod his head in the heart. He said: "This sheep feather is really extraordinary!"

Jian Chen and Yang Ling followed the deputy general manager and entered the home. Then, under the leadership of the deputy general manager, they passed through the temple and finally came to the magnificent hall in the center, and sat in the first place of the main hall. A middle-aged man in a purple robes is the owner of the family, and there are several people of different ages sitting in the two rows of mounts under the family.

Jian Chen stood in the middle of the main hall, calmly facing the middle-aged man in the purple robes sitting in the first place and arched his hand, saying: "In the next day, I saw the owner."

The owner of the house was exposed to the fine mans, and carefully looked at the sword dust. His face slowly showed a smile. He said: "The long-awaited master of the feathers of the feathers, the ancient talents of the ancients, and the collection of the Guangyi sect. Three disciples, see you today, Yang Yutian brother is really a dragon among the people, please, please sit down." The family owner did not put a trace of the shelf, treating the sword dust in an equal manner.

Because the family of Zhajia clearly knows that Zhajia and Guangming Shengshi Trade Union are almost the same existence, his family is in a position of being at home, and even worse than the position of Jian Chen in the Guangyi Shengshi Trade Union.

The owner of the family is not the master of power, but the spokesperson of the family. It is equivalent to a housekeeper, to complete the tasks of the master, and to manage some daily chores.

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