Plundering the Heavens

"what……"

I heard that Xiaopeng Wang, who was alone in the mountains, came to the door. The two elders in Wu Gumu and the banquet were shocked. The Wusang, who was hiding behind the curtain, exclaimed, and then screamed. I lived in the mouth, and this reaction made the party somewhat puzzled. I wondered who the Xiaopeng Wang was, and even the Jinwu patriarchs and elders who were not afraid of the Qingqiu Mountain were so scared.

"Get me on the go!"

Wu Gumu hurried to the side to let him sit down, and he went out with the two elders.

Fang Xing himself sat on the empty table, but it was speechless, and he got up. He pulled out the Um Sang from behind the curtain, and drove with her, and stalked behind Wu Gumu and others, and asked this. Who is Xiaopeng Wang, is it even worse than the fox fairy of Qingqiu Mountain? But I only listened to Wusang Erdao: "He is not as good as Sister Xianji, but it is difficult..."

Not long after I came to the outer edge of the Fusang Mountain, the square did not show up directly, but with Usang, hidden behind the cloud, looking out the mountain, I saw a group of demons in the air. They are all built on the peak of the base, murderous, swaying in a row, imaginary look at the direction of Fusang Mountain, and in front of the array, there is a golden robe boy.

This golden robe boy, presumably is the Xiaopeng Wang in the little demon mouth that is suitable for returning. It seems that the age is not big, the appearance is still a little tender, but the arrogance of the face, the fierce light, seeing his Suddenly, only the late stage of the building, but by his side, but standing with two black robe old man, although there is fog, but there is also a hint of Jin Dan.

At this time, Wu Gumu was screaming at him with a smile: "I don't know that Xiaopeng Wang is coming to visit, there is a far-reaching welcome, forgiveness and forgiveness!"

It’s astounding to be so stunned by the fact that the Jinwu people are so long, and they are so stunned to a junior building. What is even more shocking is that. That Xiaopeng Wang did not even put him in the eyes, coldly said: "forgive a sin, this is with you, I am trying to catch the traitor who steals the fox sister Xianxian, and hand it over!"

Wu Gumu was slightly embarrassed, accompanied by a smile: "Laugh. What kind of **** of the Terran... The old man does not understand!"

When Xiaopeng Wang glanced at it, it seemed to have two knives stabbed out. The fierce road: "Wu Gumu, do you dare to speak in Benedict? The race of the Terran is with the Wusang of your Jinwu, and you must be instructed. Do you dare to deny? I count three times, and you will immediately The man handed it over, otherwise don't blame me for hitting Fusang Mountain..."

As soon as this statement is made, the Jinwu family will be demon and demon, and the face will change greatly, with a hint of trepidation.

"***. This little **** is so fierce, it looks like a good owe..."

The hidden line behind the cloud can't help but lick the fangs, feel the itchy, and want to smoke the eight-grandson.

Wu Sanger also cried and said: "This is finished. He is the baby of the Dapengshan Dapeng. The person is called the Golden Wing Xiaopeng Wang. It is the most arrogant one among the demon juniors. It is amazingly talented and is greatly influenced by the Dapeng. The ancestors of the ancestors, who dare not offend him, to say that although it is built by the foundation, but it is more horrible than Jindan. Other Jindan monks, or Xianji sister, etc. There will be some overall awareness of the power of the palm of the hand. Due to the rules, I don’t dare to really enter our Fusang Mountain. But this little demon dare, he has nothing to dare to do. Anyway, there are several ancestors for him. support……"

"Dapeng?"

The party made a slight glimpse, but could not help but sneer, and began to ponder.

At this time, Wu Gumu has not been able to show a smile, and his own Jinwu patriarch was so drunk by the Dapeng juniors. This face has no place to put it, so he looks solemn, Shen Sheng: "Xiao Peng Wang, Your words have passed, my family is a sorcerer, but I was kidnapped by that person. I have already been released by him. As for the trace of the man, the old man knows nothing, don’t say three times, it is thirty. Sound, I can't give it to you, let's say, we Fusan Mountain is also an ancient demon, it is not you..."

"One!"

The king of the golden-winged Xiaopeng opened his mouth and raised a finger.

The Jinwu people grew angry and screamed coldly: "I want to find you the Dapeng patriarchs to talk, is this so indulgent to the children of the family?"

"two!"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang erected a second finger, and his eyes were cold, and he did not put the words of the Jinwu tribe in his eyes.

With his second finger erected, his demon soldiers immediately sang together, and the sound was soaring and arrogant.

The face of the Jinwu clan Wumumu has become iron blue. After a long silence, suddenly a big drink: "Array!"

This anger is angry, and the voice is angry. If the sound is loud, it will reverberate between the valleys and valleys, and it will roll like a snarling thunder. The demon soldiers attached to Fusang Mountain have been shivered by the fierce flame of Xiaopeng Wang. However, I heard the patriarch’s screaming and soaring, and I had to mention the weapons in my hands, which were listed in the hands of the Fusang Mountain.

At this time, between the valleys of the Fusang Mountain Gully, there were gradually red lights, but several large arrays were opened.

I didn’t expect to fall into such a Fusang Mountain. I even had the courage to put myself in front of myself. The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang Haha smiled, and the gaze glanced over the demon and the big array under the mountain. My ancestors and mysterious devils, from no one dare to blow my wings with me, you Fusanshan and other broken houses, but it is not courageous... Wu Gumu, do you think that Xiaozu, I dare not beat you Fusanshan? Pulse, it is your most support for Fusangshan, simply remove it today!"

When I talked, my eyes were cold, and I had to shout out the "three".

Wu Gumu’s face is already blue, and the golden flames of the blazing blaze are ignited at any time.

The other elders and demon soldiers of Fusang Mountain were also deeply chilled and prepared for the shot.

Nowadays, it is no longer a question of not handing over the party, but the fact that the golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang is doing madness. He is clearly only building a foundation, but because of the little things in Qingqiu Mountain, the whole Fusang Mountain is forced to bow in front of him. And do not leave any room for discussion. Today, if Fusangshan has lowered its head, the name of one of the ancient demon eight veins is no longer.

This matter is of great importance. The two old people on the side of Xiaopeng Wang also hesitated a bit. One of them whispered: "Xiaozu thinks twice, although Fusangshan has not fallen, after all, it is one of the ancient demon eight veins. The demon fairy is one of the most famous demon veins among the demon people. If it is smashed by us today, I am afraid that it will cause the demon to talk about it, that is, several ancestors are not good at handling it..."

"It is they who are looking for a dead end!"

The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang sneered and said: "If they took the initiative to hand over the traitor, how can they reach this step? Since they don't give me the face of Xiaozu, then I will not give them face, as for some ancestors. You can rest assured, hey, when we were a ancestor of Peng Wang, the ancestors of the Dapeng evil king, not the sinister demon, no one dared to provoke? This arrogance is the tradition of our Dapeng people, I destroyed this Fusang is a pulse, although some people will gossip, but some people will clap their hands and say that things are not very big!"

Another old man glanced at the horses of Fusang Mountain. He whispered: "Although the Fusang Mountain has not fallen, the Jinwu Patriarchs and the three elders are not easy to be with them. Although the Xiaozuzong is a foundation. However, one of them should be able to deal with one of the Golden Dans. The two of us are also able to deal with the other two, but there is only one Golden Dan left, and the Fusang Mountain’s big array is a bit tricky...”

The golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang Wenyan, but haha ​​laughed, said: "This is easy. When we storm the Fusang Mountain, we only need to give the decree. Those who are hidden in the surrounding area will naturally help each other, hehe, Although this Fusang Mountain has been declining, there are still many treasures, but this is a good thing!"

The two old men on his side heard the words and suddenly silenced. They knew that their own Xiaopeng Wang was acting arbitrarily, but it was not completely ignorant. Some things were very thorough and arrogant. In the middle of the belt.

Seeing that the sword is arrogant, the war is on the verge of death, and everyone in Fusangshan decides to fight blood, but suddenly a voice with a crying sound sounds: "Hey, what do you think, for the sake of a human race, the Jinwu family will not be destroyed? You take him It’s just a matter of handing it over. Why not be so ugly? This Jinwu family is mine sooner or later, can you ruin me..."

Where the sound came, a golden face with a slap in the face fluttered in the air with his hairless wings, but it was not who Wu Yidian was.

"Shut up!"

Wu Gumu fired three feet, and looked at Wu Gumu, looking at the murder.

Wu Yidian is still somewhat afraid of his father. If he sees him angry, he will not dare to say it, but his eyes are clearly not convinced.

"Oh... you... your words, ruined the last hope..."

Not far from Wu Yidian, an elder was frustrated, sighed long and stunned.

"I... I advised my father to hand over the tribe's spies, so that we can help the Mount Sang..."

Wu Yidian is still calling.

Just a few other elders and even the upper and lower demon soldiers, have been impatient to say something to him.

At this time, the golden-winged Xiaopeng Wang was also cold and smiled. "I was worried about the original ancestor. If I broke the Fusang Mountain, I couldn’t find the man’s traitor how to make a difference to the ancestors. Now It’s good, Wu Gumu, your son has already said that the human race is in the Fusang Mountain. You still don’t hand him over. What is the reason? The children listened well and prepared to attack the mountain!”

In the loud voice, the third finger was lifted up and ready to fall. (To be continued.)

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