Heavenly Monarch of All Times

Three days later, the extremely cold snow mountain was within an ice valley.

"Ha ha ha, the Holy Force is forbidden to break open!" In the ice valley, the surprise laughs, it is Feng Shutong.

"The old man, this is the eighth vortex of the Holy Spirit, and finally you can take a break." Nie Tian looked at Feng Shutong, said with a smile.

The two of them spent three days and finally took the eight sacred vortex.

"Nie Xiaozi, hurry to put the vortex of the Holy Spirit into the Jiuji, my old man wants to see it, what is the inside of your nine poles?" Feng Shutong laughed and couldn’t wait to want it. Look into the nine poles and see what is inside.

"Don't worry, wait for me to put this vortex of sacred gas into the nine poles." Nie Tian smiled lightly, stepped forward and prepared to put the vortex of the Holy Spirit into the nine poles.

"Ah-!" But at this time, a scream was suddenly heard in the distance, and there was panic in the sharpness.

"Well?" Nie Tian changed his face and immediately said: "Little fat, I will hand it over to you, let me see."

After that, he moved and rushed over.

Behind him, the figure of the little fat cat appeared, the cat's claw held the nine poles, but a cat's face was somewhat reluctant.

"Hey!" Feng Shutong was shocked by the scene in front of him. He looked at the little fat cat in an incredible way, and his old face froze, and he couldn't speak for a long time.

The little fat cat did not take care of him, and he took the vortex of the Holy Spirit into the nine poles.

On the other side, in a snow-covered valley tens of thousands of meters away, it is a scene that is unsightly.

"Ah, go away, don't touch me!" A delicate, thin, green woman screamed and her figure hurried back.

In front of her, a young warrior smirked and smirked and walked step by step.

Several black-clothed warriors looked at the scene in front of them with a sly look and laughed.

"Ha ha ha, I didn't think that the palm of the hand of the Yu family was dare to go into the extremely cold snow mountain alone. Isn't this awkward?"

"I heard that this little girl is the most loved daughter of the Yu family. When the owner of the family went to Yu Jia to help the seven young masters, this is the little girl."

"It is a pity that the Yu family has refused this marriage. Who can think that this little girl is now in the hands of our seven young masters."

These black warriors are completely a joke.

"Rong Qiwei, you don't come over, if you dare to step forward, I will die for you." Yu Ruoer, a green woman, screamed, and her eyes were full of tears.

"Yu Ruoer, you want to die is not so easy." Rong Qiwei smiled, then extended his hand, a sigh of relief, and Yu Ruoer was trapped.

"You..." Yu Ruoer suddenly felt that the whole body could not move, and the delicate little face was white as paper, and the tears in his eyes slipped off his cheeks.

"Yu Ruoer, when you refused to mention our family, but now, you are still not in the same hands." Rong Qiwei stepped forward and suddenly reached out and directly pulled off Yu Ruoer's half of the clothes, white skin. Revealed.

"Wow, this little girl is really white, and the seven young masters are very blessed."

"We will soon be able to see the seven young masters show their demeanor and be full of eyes."

"Hey, there are countless seven young masters. This little girl is obviously a young girl. I don't know if I can't wait for it."

The warriors of the Rong family said on the side, the lascivious flash in their eyes, and the saliva flowed to the chin.

"Rong Qiwei, you dare to hurt me, I will not let you go!" Yu Ruoer's eyes fell in tears, struggling to struggle, but it was impossible to move.

She only has the strength of the peak of the gods, and the Rongqiwei in front of her eyes is a fifth-order near holy!

The gap between the two is indescribable.

In the face of Rong Qiwei, she has no power to fight back.

"Yu Ruoer, at this time, you still scared me with Yu family. Don't you think it's too ridiculous?" Rong Qiwei coldly smiled, and the sinister eyes looked like a tentacle, and he was free to leave Yu Ruoer free.

As he said, he stepped forward and stretched his hand toward Yu Ruoer’s little face.

"Bee, let go of my lady!" And at this time, a voice suddenly sounded, and then a figure rushed over, a palm shot, rushed toward Rong Qiwei.

"Dust!" Yu Ruoer's beautiful flashing, looking at the figure, screamed.

The person who shot at this time is exactly what she is following.

She is a man who is carrying a Yu family, secretly entering the extremely cold snow mountain, with only one person at his side.

The dust is similar to her age, but it is already a first-order semi-sacred strength.

But unfortunately, in the face of Rong Qiwei, there is still no resistance.

"Dead slaves, find death!" Rong Qiwei suddenly turned around, slammed, and then directly shot out, the power of the majestic burst out, and the past to the dust.

Rong Qiwei is a fifth-order near-sacred strongman, and his power is very strong.

The dust is only a first-order semi-sacred strength, and it cannot bear this palm.

There is no doubt that if this palm falls, the dust will die!

"Boom!" Just at the moment of life and death, a sword shadow suddenly broke into the air, and the volley fell, blocking the deadly palm for the dust.

Moreover, Rong Qiwei was also attacked by this sword, forced to step back a few steps, one step, almost fell, very embarrassing.

"Well?" Rong Qiwei was steady and suddenly looked up. He was a silver-haired warrior. qL11

At this time, the silver-haired warrior was looking at him with a low face, and his eyes were faintly murderous.

Rong Qiwei’s heart was inexplicably stunned and horrified: “He’s just a first-order sacred, why is he stared at him, and there is a feeling of falling into the abyss?”

"It must be an illusion!" The next moment, Rong Qiwei calmed down, his eyes were extremely cold, and he said: "Stinky boy, who are you? I am a singer of Qiwei, can you manage it?"

Nie Tian looked at Rong Qiwei, and his mouth twitched. He smiled faintly: "Sorry, I like this person, especially the scum of you!"

"You..." Rong Qiwei’s face sank, and he did not expect Nie Tian to be so strong, and did not put him in his eyes.

"Bad boy, do you know who we are? We are the people of Rongjia, you dare to offend our seven young masters, you are dead!" And at this time, a Rongjia warrior on the side could not help, crazy Shout it.

"Rongjia?" Nie Tian turned coldly, and Sen Han’s eyes locked on the Rongjiawu people. He said coldly: "I have never heard of any Rongjia, but you have listened to me. Now, either roll, Either die!"

"Well?" The Rongjiawu was shocked by Nie Tian's momentum, but then his eyes were cold, and he said: "Bad boy, you are looking for death!"

When the voice fell, his figure moved and he shot it directly, but he was going to kill Nie Tian.

The strength of this Rongjiawu is the second-order near-holy, apparently higher than Nie Tianxiu, and wants to kill directly.

"Hey!" However, at this moment, Nie Tian's body moved slightly, and a sword ran over, and there was a blood in the air.

That rongjia warrior, directly broken!