I Just Want to Play the Game Quietly

"Eight divisions, who dares to break into it?" The Yasha and Galuro, who guarded the Eight Holy Mountains, saw a foreigner approaching the Holy Mountain and yelled.

The man seemed to be a man in his thirties, but he had white hair and white clothes like Xue Xue. He walked step by step, obviously walking on the earth, but it gave people a kind of walking in the clouds. feel.

It seemed that his feet were no longer the dirty earth, but the white clouds without dirt.

The man didn't answer, but he walked step by step.

Yasha and Galou Luo were furious, and the people who could be sent to guard the Holy Mountain were the best of the eight tribes. It can be said that they were the dearest sons of the sky.

They exploded in fear-level power and attacked the white man from left to right.

The man in white seemed to not see them, and continued to move forward, but the yaksha and Galuro in front of the man in white screamed and flew up.

It seemed as though an invisible sword flashed through, cutting their power together with their bodies into pieces, and turned into a **** rain.

The white-haired man seemed to have never happened. He set foot on the stone steps of the holy mountain. The place where he stood was clean and impeccable, but behind him was a blood-stained yellow sand.

The screams of Yasha and Galuro before their deaths have alarmed the eight tribes on the mountain. Many of the eight tribes rushed down from the mountain and saw the blood on the ground and the white-haired men who were climbing. .

Many grumpy Shura and Yasha have already killed the white-haired man, and the sky is full of glory. It seems that countless stars have fallen on the white-haired man.

The white-haired man didn't even lift his eyelids, still walking straight up the stone steps.

The eight people who rushed to him, without exception, were all strangled by invisible swords, knives, swords, guns, musical instruments, etc., various broken soldiers were cut off with flesh and blood.

The white-haired man passed by, and no eight people could leave alive.

On the huge holy mountain, there were tens of thousands of people from the eight tribes, but no one dared to approach the white-haired man.

Every step of the white-haired man, the eight people in the sky and the mountains will retreat involuntarily, and no one dares to contend with it.

"My eight tribes and the clan have always been good friends. As a member of the clan, why do you want to slaughter my eight clan creatures? Do the clan have to violate the original different dimension agreement?" Po Po, suspended in the air, stared at the white-haired man who was going up the mountain and asked.

Fairy man ignored her and walked up the mountain on his own, as if he was deaf.

"I'm talking to you, haven't you heard? I'm the king of the goddess of death, if you have something, you can tell me, if it's okay, take another step, and blame me for being merciless." Chilled and stared at the fairy man with his lute in his arms.

Fairy men still ignored them and went on.

Qian Lipo was furious, his fingers flicked on the strings, and the excitement of the music turned into an invisible killer, winding towards the fairy man.

Click! Click!

Can't see the sword light, and can't hear the sound of sword qi, but there is invisible power to crush the music, dry the pipa in the hands of Aria, all the strings are cut off at the same time.

Qian Hao was shocked in her heart, and it was too late to retreat. She had already felt that there was a horrible sword in her body, and maybe she would have to head somewhere different in the next second.

Is the king of the goddess of death, and she is also a natural disaster-level powerhouse. She never thought that the other party didn't even move her hand, so she was forced to such a point.

There was a dragon chanting through the night. The dragon-like qi hung down from the top of the sacred mountain and coiled around the body of the king of the goddess. It seemed to collide with some magic weapon. The dragon qi shattered instantly.

Fortunately, the sword's meaning had also disappeared, and the king of the goddess of retreat quickly retreated, pulling away from the man of the fairy family.

In addition to the king of the second part of the Tianlong, the other six kings have appeared, blocking the path of the fairy men, and they seem to want to take him down.

Tens of thousands of people have also gathered, and the water in all directions is impassable, with weapons in their hands, all pointing at the fairy man.

Tens of thousands of eight kings and six natural disaster-level kings do not seem to exist in the eyes of the man of the fairy family. He still continues to move forward, and his eyes have been watching the figure standing at the end of the steps. .

The six kings were so furious when they saw him like this that they were going to kill him here.

"Let him come up." The voice came from the end of the stone steps, and the person standing there was awesome as Wang Mingyuan who had become a dragon king. It was he who rescued Qiangan with the dragon gas just now.

After listening to Wang Mingyuan's words, the six kings had to order the troops to retreat and make way.

Is only tens of thousands of people, all staring at the sides, everywhere in the sky and underground, if you change the average person, I am afraid that it has already been chilled.

Fairy men didn't realize it, and walked towards the end of the stone steps step by step.

"Why did you come here?" Wang Mingyuan asked when the man from the fairy family approached Wang Mingyuan.

The man of the Immortal family ignored him, and walked past him. His fluttering white hair slightly touched Wang Mingyuan's face.

Wang Mingyuan stood there, watching the fairy man walk into the temple, and then sat down on the main seat of the temple.

There used to be the position of the Lord of the Eight Tribes, even the former Emperor Tian, ​​who was the leader of the Eight Tribes, was not eligible to sit ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Now Wang Mingyuan is also just sitting in the position of the vice, only the Eight Dependants rely on When the king of the upper class came, he was qualified to sit in that position.

Watching that the man of the fairy clan actually sat in that position, all the eight members, whether they were kings or ordinary members, were most of them. They had to rush into the hall to behead the man of the clan, but Wang Mingyuan reached out and stopped him.

"What the **** do you want to do?" Wang Mingyuan asked, looking at the fairy men sitting high on the treasure platform.

"From today on, the eight tribes have sealed the mountain for three years. Any eight tribes shall not leave for half a step, and the offender shall cut." The man of the Xian clan descended from the top, looking down on His Royal Highness Wang Mingyuan. You do n’t have to face the wall for some reason, just stand there and think for nine years. Even if the talent is dull, you should be able to understand some truth. "

"Why are you?" The eight tribes were furious, and the Yaksha asked aloud. At one time, the crowd was angry, and there were already eight tribes who could not help but rush into the hall.

Watching the war looming, he saw a ball of golden light coming out of the air.

"Sovereign ... He ..." The golden light landed, and it was a Buddha with a golden light. The Yasha King and others hurried forward to salute, and they were interrupted by the Buddha before they could say anything.

The Buddha walked in front of the fairy men, folded his hands together, and bent slightly to salute: "Jianxian, please don't be angry. From today, the eight people will seal the mountain for three years, and the dragon king will be introspected for nine years. Claim?"

"My disciple of the sword immortal can't die in vain, and the person who killed him must lose his life." When the man spoke, he kept looking at Wang Mingyuan who was standing there. He knew that Jiang Yan was a disciple of Wang Mingyuan.