Peerless Divine Emperor

The second hundred and sixty-three chapters are not even ants

The night is deep and the sky is cool late.

Jing Yunqi and Mu Shishi both left the open space and shuttled between the moonlight in the valley.

"Jing Yunxiao, can you really find any door to enter the tomb?"

Even now, Mu Shi’s poems are still in doubt.

"You won't know when you wait."

Jing Yun霄 is confident and authentic.

At this moment, Jing Yun’s face suddenly became tight: “Be careful, someone is following us.”

"Yep?"

Mu Shi’s poems, in fact, she did not feel that if there are people who follow, then the follower’s martial arts repair is absolutely not low, at least higher than the four-martial warriors of Mu Shi’s poetry, instinctively, Mu Shi The poem will turn to look at it.

"Don't look back."

Jing Yunxiao gently said: "We have been moving forward, first lead him to the remote place in the valley, I would like to see, who is so bold, dare to follow us."

"it is good."

Mu Shi’s poetry leads the gods.

The two kept their previous state and ran all the way.

Soon after, the two men came to a remote and narrow turn, and jumped into the corner, ambushing in the surrounding bushes.

Soon after they were hiding, two 17-year-old teenagers appeared in front of everyone.

Although the visibility in the valley is very low under the night, Jing Yunyi still recognizes these two people at a glance. It is not someone else. It is two of the youngsters who have been behind Jing Zhuo. These two years are very strong. I have cultivated a certain kind of refining martial arts, and it is really not low. It should be around four or five in the spirit.

"Hey, man? Did you find me? But we obviously use the hidden shackles, even if it is a martial arts martial arts, in these circumstances, you should not be able to find me right."

One of the black-faced teenagers looked around and found no trace of Jingyun and Mu Shi’s poems.

"Let's find it again, we have no reason to lose it."

Another teenager replied.

"Don't look for it, I am here. Do you think that you can hide from the little shadows of the shadows? You really laughed at the big teeth."

Jing Yunqi and Mu Shi’s poems jumped and suddenly appeared in front of the boy, and the boy was almost shocked.

"How come you can..."

The teenager was full of surprises.

Jing Yunxiao smiled indifferently: "Don't be shocked, let's just say it, Jing Zhuo sent you to follow what we want to do? Do you want to kill us directly? Or do you want to kill us directly?"

"Hey, since you already understand, then why bother to talk nonsense, you killed Jingyue, you should die today."

The black-faced teenager is cold and cold.

"I killed Jingyue, what evidence do you have?"

Jing Yunzhen asked without hesitation.

He is very curious, why the people of this war **** house are so bitterly killed that Jingyun is killing Jingyun.

"After thinking and arguing, Master Jing Jing has found eyewitnesses and proved that the more the scene was killed in your carriage, you will not be able to make a fuss. After all, there is no impenetrable wall."

The black-faced teenager is authentic.

In addition, the young man took the message: "That is, if your kid dares to do it, but now he does not dare to act, I despise you very much."

"Well, you have a scene, it really is that you are secretly playing ghosts."

Jing Yunxiao shook his head: "Jing Yue is not important to kill me. What is important is that the lives of the two of you are indeed killing me."

After a word, the meaning is clear.

That is Jingyun’s two people in front of him.

Tonight, it is the last chance to enter the ancient tomb. It will be bright when there are two hours. If you don’t take the time to enter now, wait until the ancient tomb is opened, and a large number of forces will flow in, and Jingyun’s chance to find the innate sword will be Will be greatly discounted.

Before entering, it is natural to first remove the two tails.

"Haha, joke, just rely on you in this district, the spirit of a big boy also wants to kill us? It is a big joke, have to say, your kid's daring daring, let me admire Jingxia."

The black-faced teenager laughed mockingly.

"Music poetry, you are the person of Fengshuige. I hope that you are better not to intervene. Otherwise, it is an enemy of my war gods. If you anger my war gods, the Fengshui Pavilion in the district will probably suffer an unprecedented extinction. disaster."

Another teenager threatened the poems of Mu Shi poetry in a timely manner.

"Hey, today is the King of Heaven, as long as you dare to shoot against Jing Yun, my Mu Shi poetry will never stand by."

Mu Shi’s poetry is extremely firm.

Let him watch Jingyun 霄 be killed? This is obviously impossible.

"Hey, a good kid who will hide behind a woman, but even if you are a Mu Shi poem, it is a dead end in front of us. This is your own choice. When you arrive at the Yin Cao, I hope you don't regret it."

Jing Xia suddenly swelled a very cold breath, and the breath was like a sword. It was made up of air and the surrounding air became compressed.

"When you two die, no one will know who you were killed by. At that time, I hope that you will go to the sinister house and do what you want today."

Jing Yun's eyes suddenly turned cold, and a trace of the emperor's fire spread from his body surface, completely defying the other's cold breath, while also learning the appearance of Jing Xia, and letting the two people put down their words.

"Very good, dead to the end, still blunt."

Jing Xia smiled very coldly. He glanced at the other teenager next to him and said: "Jing Yu, you are entangled in Mu Shishi, this kid will be handed over to me."

"Well, Xia Ge, you are careful, I can hear that this kid is very thief."

Jingyu nodded, not forgetting to remind.

"Reassured, I am also a five-powered warrior in Lingwu. He is four grades higher than him. Even if he is squatting again, in front of me, he is also a scorpion ants who are slaughtered. You will worry that an ant will lie to you. What harm is causing it?"

Jing Xia was full of confidence and full of disdain for Jing Yun.

"thats right."

Jing Yu nodded again, and then entangled in the poems of Mu Shi.

"Kid, look for death."

"Ice tyrants."

Jing Xia Sen is a drink, squatting on his body, a icy scent of breath is reading like a river of water, sweeping out, and then a layer of ice and frost, the ice cubes are constantly forming on the surface of the body, making the body become like a moment. Frosty, hard and hard.

Immediately, the number of fists burst out and hit Jingyun.

"Ice smelt martial arts? It is very embarrassing, I just cultivated a set of fire martial arts."

Jing Yun’s mouth screamed and immediately mobilized the emperor’s body.

Fire grams of ice.

This Xia Xia's ice scorpion body is in front of Jing Yun's emperor's fire body, and even the ants are not counted.