The Qian girl thought of the elder brother in the clan she admired, and she might have had an affair with this Huahua Tai Sui, so she couldn't help but feel sick.

"Haha... It doesn't matter if Xiao Wudao is not here. I like you quite like you, but I want to mention you for a few days!"

Huahua Tai Sui lifted the chin of the young man in purple robe, as if he was tasting: "The eyes are bright, the eyebrows are like swords, very... very good... I like you, a masculine good man!"

The young man in purple robe was originally a master, but he had no power to resist in Huahua Tai Sui Palm. He couldn't help but feel ashamed. Another young man next to him had goose bumps all over his body and couldn't help but think of luck.

The Qian girl looked like she was about to collapse.

Hello! This script is wrong!

According to the story of the ranger she listened to in the clan, shouldn’t it be the old devil who forcibly robbed the girl of the people and another young hero to save the beauty?

"Senior Tai Sui! I am Qian Duzun, I hope you always see the thin face of my Qian family..."

Seeing Huahua Tai Sui get up, she was about to take away the young man. The one-eyed old man Qian Duzun could no longer bear it, so he stepped forward and stopped him and reported his name.

"Haha... I just like to support the backwards and will not hurt his life!"

Huahua Tai Sui smiled and said, with a big sleeve, Qian Duzun could only retreat in embarrassment, with a embarrassed expression, giving the young man in purple accent a look of asking for blessings.

The other party has suffered even Qian Wudao, so why would he be afraid of a disciple with a worse status?

Qian Duzun looked embarrassed. Knowing that when he encountered such a thing, even other aristocratic families could only accept their fate silently.

"Haha... the old man is really keen on the knowledge and tactful!"

Huahua Tai Sui laughed loudly and hugged the young man in purple robe like a walking corpse, "Don't you want to go to see the Battle of Sumeru Jinshan? I will take you there to ensure that you won't be able to hurt a single hair..."

When he was taking a big step out, his eyes turned, but he looked at Fang Ming's position again.

"It's rare to see a master here, I'm going to wish you this cup!"

A table of wineguns next to him flew up automatically and fell into Huahua Tai Sui's hands, and respected Fang Ming from afar.

Fang Ming raised his glass to greet him with a slight hue.

"Haha! Have fun!"

Huahua Tai Sui laughed loudly and left in the purple robe: "If your friend wants to watch the show, don't be too late, otherwise it will be a pleasure to watch the Mount Sumeru Jinshi, which is bloody and rivers..."

But when he saw that Fang Ming did not meddle in other people's business, he had a rare feeling for him.

"Thank you!"

Fang Ming didn't want to involve this Long Yang Jun, so he immediately said.

After Huahua Tai Sui left, he also stood up and walked past the girl.

"You wait..."

The Qian girl's face was anxious and wanted to reach out to pull someone, but was bounced up by invisible force. Qian Duzun next to her heard a scream: "Heavenly man!"

"A great master at the level of heaven and man! No wonder Huahua Tai Sui was like this before!"

For a moment, the sound of exclaiming and sucking in the cold air was heard all over the hall, but the last young man in the Qian family couldn't help but bury his head, his face was bloody and flushed, obviously feeling ashamed to death.

It was not until this time that he knew what it means to watch the sky in a well. He originally thought that the Qian family was already the second largest family in the martial arts world and had endless masters, but he did not expect that he could hit two gods as soon as he went out!

"Let's go!"

Qian Duzun watched Fang Ming leave, but suddenly gritted his teeth and said, "At this time, there are so many masters gathering in Yongzhou. Even your uncle Qian is not sure to protect you. It is better to go to Yingchou Gorge as soon as possible and meet with your grandfather!"

...

Fang Ming's departure seemed to have activated some secret signal.

In an instant, except for a few, all the warriors in the hotel got up to check in and rushed out of the city, towards the Sumeru Jinshan.

Woo woo!

Just a moment later, a large number of cavalry wearing bright red armor and red eyes flooded the city like a tide...

...

"Summer Jinshan!"

Fang Ming was like a veil to protect the wind, his sleeves fluttering, but his figure rushed towards the Mount Sumeru Jinshi like a dream.

It was dusk now.

The setting sun was like blood, Fang Ming stood on the cliff, looking at the beautiful scenery of the golden mountain of Sumi not far away, and suddenly sighed: "Isn't it a pity that such a beautiful scenery is used to fight and kill people?"

His eyes circled and he glanced at several places, and they were neutral masters who came to watch the battle like him, either lightly or in secret.

As time goes by, the number of people continues to rise, almost endlessly.

Under the golden mountain of Sumeru, in the vast plain, 100,000 monks stood solemnly, holding sticks, forming a large formation faintly.

The monks looked solemn, recited the Buddha's name, and their bodies shone with Buddha's light, staring at the bloody army in front of them.

Opposite the monk soldiers, wearing blood-colored armor and flagged with dirty blood, the Blood Dragon Army has gathered more and more, and in an instant, a count of 300,000 surged!

Blood Dragon Ao Wuxu took the Blood Dragon Army as the basis. At this time, he received the help of the rioters from the 90 foreign states, which really made him feel like a tiger.

At this time, everyone in the Blood Dragon Army practiced the Blood Dao Magical Art. Even though their foundation was poor, they were all good at practicing internal energy. Although the individual strength was weaker than that of monk soldiers, the number of people was enough to make people suck.

Many ants bite the elephant to death!

This technique of gathering the crowd is the reliance and capital of the blood dragon Ao Wuxu!

"Amitabha!"

The deep, heavy and loud sound of the Buddha's chant came down from the Mount Sumeru Jinmi, and several figures of Tantric monks wearing Tibetan red robes came to the front of the army.

"The Tantric Inmora, carrying Dharma images, Dharmasen, Dharmashen... Here, where is the blood dragon Ao Wuxu?"

The first time an old monk who was about to die in the next moment spoke in a deep voice, and the silent voice spread throughout the plain battlefield.

"Hehe... I'll wait for a few people to deal with you!"

The yin words came, with a strong bloody smell, which made people feel sick.

Before he knew it, nine faint blood shadows came to the military formation and confronted the Tantric monks from afar.

"The God of God's Blood! Nine..."

Not only the tantric monks, but even the bystanders couldn't help but exclaim.

The Blood God Son is the strongest combat power under Ao Wuxu. He suffered losses in previous battles, and the highest is only a scale of six people.

But now? After breaking the Luolong Pass, it has soared to the number of nine people in just a short time. It is so heartbreaking to see it!

Such high-level force that is fearless and easy to replenish can indeed drag down any major sect and aristocratic family!

"Amitabha!"

Inmora and several monks of the Dharma generation ceremonies ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially ceremonially cere

"Stop talking nonsense, the monk will try our brother's Nine Sons Blood Refining Array? The previous monks of Tantric Buddhism immediately turned into dirty blood in less than a moment of support!"

Several blood shadows laughed strangely, and suddenly exploded, turning into blood shadows all over the sky, and pounced towards Inmoro.

"Tanshi disciple, follow me to subdue demons and demons!"

A faint layer of golden light was emitted around Inmora, which was so weak that it was invisible. However, it was a person who had cultivated the golden body of the Tantric Dharma King to the extreme and was qualified to be called the "Dharma King", and suddenly shouted, making a lion's roar, fighting with the blood shadows all over the sky.

"kill!"

The war drums were thundering, and the armies on both sides howled and rushed together under the command of their respective masters and masters, roaring, slashing, screaming, and fighting weapons one after another.

As soon as it came into contact, the Blood Dragon Army had an absolute advantage.

Not only because the number of people is far exceeding, but also because the martial arts of the Blood Dragon Army are the Blood Dao Magical Art that uses war to support the battle, and the more you fight, the stronger the blood Taoist magic!

The onlookers were all staring at the cliff, watching this battle that could determine the future direction of the world.

"Please give me a Dharma Lord!"

The shouts of Inmoro spread throughout the venue.

Boom! Boom!

The sound of a roar, or a lion-tiger, came from the ground.

The ground vibrated and flipped and jumped in an instant, as if a magnitude ten-magnitude earthquake occurred.

"Roar!"

Just as the roar with the eternal wilderness, Fang Ming was silently moved by the sky eyes. Seeing the scenery under the Sumeru Jinshan, he couldn't help but breathe slightly: "This is..."

Boom! Boom!

The large floor slabs floated up, and the strong vibration even caused the soldiers on both sides to overturn and stop unconsciously to fight against the power of heaven and earth together!

Roar!

Bang!

In the horrified eyes of outsiders, the Mount Sumeru Jinshan slowly rose, and four thick legs like heavenly pillars fell from all sides, and actually carried the entire Mount Sumeru Jinshan directly!

"Ao roar..."

In the middle, soil, rocks, mixed with moss, fell down, and suddenly a hurricane whistled.
To be continued...