Revival of the Gods

The place where Xiao Hua and Zhu Ding fly into is not the wall of space, but the space. When they fly out, they face the portrait. Zhu Ding is also on the spot. He is blind and staring at the portrait. Although the portrait is far away, it can be reflected in Zhu Ding's eyes. It seems that he is in front of him. Zhu Ding couldn't help but stunned: "Old... ancestors ?"

Xiao Hua was shocked like Zhu Ding, but his gaze was not on the portrait, but in the midst of the distance in front of the portrait. There, the Haiyin and the Zhenshan Xian were floating in poverty.

"This... How can these two lost fairy bes here?" Xiao Hua did not dare to charge two pieces of fairy, but his eyes turned sharply, his eyes removed from the fairy and looked at the portrait. "Old ancestors? Is the immortal who created Xuanyi?"

At this time, Zhu Ding also came back to God. Before he hurried to the portrait, he flew in the incoherent way: "The original ancestor's icon is enshrined here. I always thought it was within the fire!"

“Imperial?” Xiao Hua understood and lowered his voice and asked, “Shizi, is this one of the three immortals who created Xuan’s country? The icon of your ancestor Zhu’s ancestors?”

"Yeah, yeah!" Zhu Ding looked at the icon, his eyes filled with sly, uncontrollable joy, and replied, "The Holy Spirit Palace is the palace where the ancestors are located. This icon is the real icon." The royal palace is also a counterfeit..."

“Hey?” Xiao Hua was about to ask again. Suddenly he felt that the thoughts could be released. He quietly released a trace of the icon.

However, it is not waiting for the approaching, "咔嚓" for a burst of sound like a slap from the rumor, straight hitting Xiaohua's mind, shaking Xiaohua's eyes almost black and almost fell from the air.

"Oh..." immediately, but listening to the cold inside of the icon, a wave of will like the tide of the sweeping over, suddenly covering the entire space.

"Old ancestors?" Zhu Ding's face was pale, and the fairy stood in the air and couldn't move. He looked at the icon with amazement. "You... are you still alive?"

The icon did not answer, but with the sound of cold, the fairy-like fairy on the image of the eyebrows flashed rapidly, the red flames fell, and a pair of red eyes slowly opened, not exactly on the pavilion that day. Explicitly revealing the scorpions of Xiao Hua?

Although Xiaohua’s strength far surpassed Zhu Ding, but in the violent consciousness, the same baby trembled, a pair of overwhelmed looks, and at this time the eyes of the icon opened, and the inside shot a red-red light, Xiao Hua suddenly felt the back The thorn, he missed his heart, and quickly succumb to the ceremony: "The younger Zhang Xiaohua is the Xuanguo country riding a horse, the world son Zhu Ding Xi Xi, the offense still hopes the ancestors to sin..."

"Zhang Xiaohua..." The red eyes of the icon were in the eyes, and the voice came from the image of the eyebrows. "Why are you exploring my fire palace?"

Xiao Hua snorted and hurriedly replied: "The ancestors, the younger generation entered the Huo Ling Holy Palace, and are very curious about everything here. So I walked a few more laps inside this holy palace..."

"Oh..." After waiting for Xiaohua to finish, the icon is cold and there is no way to make a move. The distant Haiyin and Zhenshan Xianyu have already flown up and fall straight to Xiaohua, like thunder. The sound of the sound, "Don't pretend in front of the old man, these two fairy is not yours? You ghosts want to rush into the fire of the Holy Palace??"

"This...this..." Xiao Hua saw sweat on his forehead and didn't know what to say.

Zhu Ding looked at Xiao Hua, and his eyes were full of incomprehensibility. He asked: "Master, you..."

Xiao Hua did not answer Zhu Ding, but sneaked into the eyes. Unfortunately, behind Zhu Ding, the window that they had previously flown in has disappeared. The whole space is mixed, where is the place to escape?

"The old man heard that Yunmeng Ze's Qiling Mountain was born, and some spiritual kings in Yuanling Mountain got a chance in it..." The icon continued, "So the old man is waiting for the spirit that is enchanted by the clouds, but unfortunately there is no spirit." When the body came, the old man thought that no spirit was tempted by the cloud. Who knows that after the 20th anniversary, your little fairy baby came over..."

"Xian Ying??" Zhu Ding was shocked again. Looking at Xiao Hua, I don't know what to think.

"I...I..." Xiao Hua resisted the pressure of the mountain, looked up at the icon, didn't know what to say, but suddenly, in his mind, a flash of light flashed, exclaimed, "You ...you are Zhu Gui, Zhu Han’s brother??"

Zhu Ding has been amazed by the numbness. He turned his head and looked at the icon. Some stuttered: "What? You... are you not an ancestor?"

The icon does not care about Zhu Ding, but laughs happily. With this laughter, the three-color light around the phantoms, hurriedly across the space to cover Xiao Hua! Perceived that the surrounding space was closed, Xianli and Yanzi were once again imprisoned. Xiao Hua rushed to the heart and took the seal of Haiyin and Zhenshan.

"Since you know the name of the old man..." The icon does not seem to put Xiaohua's strength in the eye, so watching him take two pieces of fairyware did not stop, but said with a big laugh, "You must be subject to The ambiguity of the clouds, but the old man is a bit of a naval, how does Yunxiao confuse you? What are you looking for in my Fire Palace?"

In the face of unpredictable magical powers, Xiao Hua feels powerless to go back to heaven. He squints at the surrounding light belts and rotates ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and says, "Why should I tell you? I can't escape you." The palm of the hand."

"Haha, do you want to bargain with the old man?"

“Not bad!” Xiao Hua nodded gently and said, “If the seniors promise to let the younger go, the younger generation will tell you what happened in Qilingshan!”

"To tell the truth, I really don't care what happened in Qilingshan!" The icon looks at Xiao Hua and smiles, word by word. "And, I also tell you that you are not the spirit of the cloud... ”

"Why?" Xiao Hua was puzzled.

"It's very simple!" The icon explained, "How old is the strength of the old man, Yunxiao knows clearly, you are like an ant in front of the old man, how can he send you over? Look at you now, even if the cloud is confusing You, what can you do?"

Xiao Hua heard that the baby body shock was really a dead chicken.

Yes, I am just a quasi-discipline. If this icon is Zhu Gui, when I was injured in the sky, it was at least a second person. How could he be his opponent?

"Blood monument!!" Xiao Hua thought of a sharp turn, thought of the key to the problem, it is difficult to become this blood monument is the name of the seven spirits of the singer of the dark hands?

However, this space is the space where the icon is located. How can there be a blood monument? Since there is no blood monument here, where is the blood monument?

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