Hong Huang: Zulong's will, I have a saint brother

"Long Ming, what do you say?"

"Don't think that you can prove anything by taking out these chaotic treasures."

"You just want to backtrack."

"In vain, you are also a powerful and powerful man."

"It's so unbearable, it really makes my teeth go cold. It makes Honghuang laugh."

Yuanfeng was furious.

In the phoenix eyes, the Xiantian Nanming Lihuo was burning blazingly.

Dare to insult the master.

Don't even think about leaving Donghai alive.

A saint and a good corpse?

so what?

The longer you get along with Long Ming.

Yuan Fengyue disregarded mere saints.

Even if the master does not die.

The Chaos Spirit Treasure on his body exploded.

I will kill you too.

Yuanfeng's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he stared at Hongjun Shan's corpse.

Hong Junshan felt something in his heart.

But I'm not afraid that Yuanfeng will take it to heart.

The three corpses have the same realm as the saint.

The combat power may be a little worse, but it is definitely not something that an unholy existence can defeat.

The hundreds of millions of living beings in the East China Sea also stared at Hongjun Shan's corpse.

Their eyes are even weaker.

Hongjun Shanshan didn't even bother to take a look.

Long Ming raised his eyelids and smiled slightly at Hongjun Shanshi.

"You may have misunderstood."

"I said you owe me Donghai Karma, and that's what you owe."

"What Heaven says doesn't count, but what I say counts."

"This cause and effect, if you don't give it, I will take it myself."

Say it.

Long Ming took a step forward.

Hongjun Shan's corpse immediately flew back thousands of miles.

In the sky and the rainbow.

The real Hongjun and the two evil corpses also offered sacrifices to their innate spiritual treasures.

To deal with Long Ming at any time.

When Hongjun Shan's corpse flew back.

Even louder.

"Long Ming, as the ancestor of the dragon clan, you actually turned your back on what you promised."

"In order not to repay the karma owed to the sage, I make all kinds of sophistry."

"Aren't you afraid of being scolded by the prehistoric myriad spirits?"

Long Ming smiled slightly.

"The scolding of all spirits and beings?"

"As the ancestor of the dragon clan, he can't even protect the people under the rule of the dragon clan."

"Even their karma can't be recovered."

"Then you will be scolded."

The voice fell.

Ben has retreated thousands of miles.

The corpse of Hongjun Shan who entered the Changhong sky returned to Longming again.

Like all his moves just now.

It never happened at all.

"What are you going to do?"

Hong Junshan was shocked.

Long Ming didn't pay attention to Hongjun's good corpse, he just looked up at the two evil corpses of Hongjun in the sky and Changhong.

Smile.

"Come down."

Golden mouth and jade words, prehistoric laws and decrees of heaven?

saint?

Can it resist the decree of Ming Zu?

cannot?

Come down then.

puff.

Hongjun's three corpse clones kneeled neatly in front of Longming. .

Chapter 81 For 10 years between waving hands, the three corpses of saints are used as nourishment. The quiet breathing of the whole prehistoric can be heard.

Drips are discernible.

Long Ming looked at Hongjun's three corpse clones with a smile on his face.

Just like everything in front of you.

But it's just a game.

"Do you have anything to say?"

Hongjun's three corpses raised their heads with difficulty. 33 Novels.com was horrified.

Not a word could be said.

Hongjun in Zixiao Palace also felt his scalp numb.

He knew that he was not Long Ming's opponent.

Even if you become a saint.

But he always felt.

With the power of the Dao of Heaven, it is also possible for him to plan for Long Ming.

Can't beat you.

Still can't stop your every move?

Do you really think that you, Longming, are powerful enough to do whatever you want?

Now Hongjun knows.

Yes.

Longming is in this prehistoric world.

Just being able to do whatever you want.

Hongjun didn't realize at all how Long Ming captured his three corpses.

Space is not surprised.

Time is not chaotic.

Nothing happened.

But it all happened again.

Hongjun's whole body was stiff and his scalp was numb.

he knows.

The only reason why Long Ming didn't catch him out of Zixiao Palace.

It is the group of mortal monks in Zixiao Palace.

These mortal monks were frozen in time.

The entire formation is based on his true self.

As long as Long Ming attacks Hongjun himself.

Then Hongjun only needs one thought.

These two thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine mortal monks.

All will die.

Including Taiqing Laozi, Yuqing Yuanshi, Hongyun, Zhenyuanzi, Fuxi and so on.

This was also Hongjun's initial design.

The reason why he first froze the middle-mortal monks in Zixiao Palace.

In addition to not letting the other party know what is going to happen.

More importantly, treat these mortal monks as hostages.

"Fellow Daoist Long Ming, what exactly do you want to do?"

Hongjun had no choice but to speak.

I no longer have the self-confidence I had just now.

He does have a hostage on hand.

But he didn't think that if he tried to die again.

The hostages at hand can really save themselves.

Long Ming smiled slightly.

"600 million lives, then your three corpses will die 600 million times."

Hongjun was startled.

His three corpse clones also raised their heads at the same time.

Six eyes wide open.

Face full of anger and panic.

"What? You can't..."

boom!

The East China Sea is suppressed.

In an instant, Hongjun's three corpse clones were crushed into powder.

The entire East China Sea trembled slightly.