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Looking at the mysterious dragon elephant here, the quietness of Gu Qingfeng's heart was a little throbbing, maybe it was really nostalgic.

He once raised a dragon elephant, and he had been raised for a long time. He was born and died, and he fought in all directions. He not only made great contributions, but also saved the life of Gu Qingfeng many times.

Gu Qingfeng has always regarded him as a brother. Unfortunately, when he was tried by Xiandao that year, the dragon elephant was also implicated and died in the trial. Later, he created a large Tibetan dragon elephant array in honor of his followers From birth to death, the word "Dazang" is the name of the dragon.

At this moment, looking at the mysterious dragon elephant in front of me, the ancient Qing style couldn't help but think of the big Tibetan.

Perhaps it was the memory deep in the sea of ​​knowledge that he couldn't bear to break the mysterious dragon elephant in front of him.

Just watched for a while.

He closed his eyes, and then opened them again. The complex nostalgia in the gloomy eyes was gone, and he said inwardly: Go back and wait for me to find the cause and effect, and I will definitely find you.

After all, he raised his arm, spread his fingers, and gently placed it on the dragon's mysterious head.

wait for me.

Find cause and effect, I will definitely find you!

Wow!

The glory of the palm flickered, the turbid spiritual power burst out in the palm of the hand, and the thunder and lightning were condensed out from the five fingers like a dragon, instantly twining the dragon elephant, crackling for a while, and the dragon elephant burst instantly!

"What! How dare you!"

Perhaps it was unexpected that the dragon elephant mystery collapsed in such an understatement in the hands of the ancient Qingfeng. Wu Xingyao, who was hiding and in the formation method, was shocked and was about to destroy the dragon elephant array again.

The ancient breeze stepped out one step, the ground shook the mountain, the rubble of the surrounding ruins instantly turned into ashes, was crushed into a sand market, a huge power broke out, and an absolute silence swept out.

At this moment, the light seemed to disappear.

Twilight came and darkness shrouded.

On the grim face of the ancient Qingfeng, the indifferent expression also became arrogant, and the quiet eyes disappeared calmly. In the presence of a kind of coldness, the voice was no longer calm and became overwhelming.

"Get off!"

I saw his arm lifted, his fingers spread out, his palms facing down, a sudden palm, a bang, the ground exploded, and a deep pit was blown out, a deep pit like a pit! The abyss is like a volcanic eruption, a huge spiritual force surging out, like a dragon, spiraling upwards, accompanied by rolling thunder and lightning, straight into the sky.

boom!

The rushing smoke disappeared in the big Tibetan dragon array. Wu Xingyao and others hiding in the formation did not even hum, one by one, the flesh flickered, the flesh was blurred, and they fell to the ground. The flesh flew on the spot.

Seeing this scene, dozens of Murong's family and hundreds of Bingxuan faction frightened their souls, so they couldn't care about the horror in their hearts, hey! Dodge and evacuate.

The ancient breeze swept his arm, Guanghua flashed, ten thousand thunder and lightning came out, and all the purple gold thunder and lightning appeared out of thin air. On the spot, hundreds of people's fried skin fleshed out, Qiqiao bleeding and fell to the ground.

Hundreds of them used to perform all sorts of fairy arts to besiege the ancient Qingfeng, and tried everything to fail to shake the ancient Qingfeng.

Now that Gu Qingfeng has condensed millions of thunder and lightning, they cannot even bear a thunder and lightning of Gu Qingfeng.

No one can do it!

Hundreds of people, whether Murong Zhan or Bingxuan School, will not work.

Dozens of people, including Murong Zhan, got up from the ground again, roaring, their blood was boiling, their eyes were red, their mouths opened, and their tusks were exposed.

"The living does not do it, you are the dead, and if so, then you will always be a complete dead!"

Gu Qingfeng waved his arm, Guanghua flickered, and dozens of thunders emerged.

Click!

Murong Zhan and others flew on the spot.

"I want you to die today without reincarnation!"

Gu Qingfeng waved his arm again, and it was also Guanghua flashing, but this time it did not turn into a thunderbolt. It was more like a light and shadow following the wind, just like the sun shining, the dazzling Guanghua flashed in the night, Murong exhibition, etc The human body suddenly turned to ashes and returned to the dust, leaving no residue.

died.

Completely dead.

Dead and clean.

here.

Quiet.

Deadly quiet.

The ruins are long gone and turned into a pile of sand market, which was crushed into sand market by absolute force.

The ground that has not been transformed into a sand market is also a bottomless gully.

Throughout the villa, there were corpses and flesh and blood.

Nope.

Will not work.

Not the Lingdu School, the Bingxuan School, or the Murong Family of the Jiuhua Alliance, not even the big farmer with a deficit head opening a large Tibetan dragon elephant array.

Dead death, extinction, wounded injury, disability, disuse, kneeling.

The real man Yuliu was still kneeling, but he was just kneeling, his hair spread, his face full of fear, his eyes dull, he died.

Is scared to death.

Earlier he said that he wanted to see if Gu Qingfeng's ability was geometric. Gu Qingfeng let him see it. He had seen it and finally knew that Gu Qingfeng's ability was geometric. But it was too late. He couldn't bear it. Frightened to death by Gu Qingfeng's boundless silence.

Wu Han was still kneeling, Bingxuan School ’s Wen Huayu, the real worker was also kneeling, and Murong Tai and others were also kneeling. They were equally ashamed, although they were not scared to death, they were almost the same. Wu Han and Murongtai both thought their father would kill Gu Qingfeng, and Wen Huayu also thought that the Bingxuan people would avenge themselves.

But it was just what they thought.

Wu Han's father came, but he died.

Murong Tai's father came and died.

The Bingxuan faction came, and hundreds of people came. At this moment, one by one, flesh and blood, covered with blood, dead or wounded, either disabled or obsolete. None of them can stand up.

The large Tibetan dragon elephant array of the villa was destroyed, and most of the Chixu villa was turned into a sand market. Many people stood in the distance. They looked, looked, surprised, afraid, and afraid. No one dared speak.

night.

The dark moon wind is high and the night wind is screaming.

The man in white was standing upright, the white was fluttering in the wind, and the black hair was dancing around. He stood with his hands on his shoulders, looking a little indifferent, and his eyes were a little dark. In the dark, in the moonlight, his back was especially lonely.

"The overcast seeds are here."

Gu Qingfeng reached out his hand, and the seeds of Tai Yin on the table were still in front of him, and asked, "Who else wants to grab?"

Lunar seeds are priceless.

Who doesn't want to?

But who dares?

The answer is yes.

nobody.

Gu Qingfeng's gloomy eyes swept away ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ Looking around, none of the people gathered around dared to respond.

"Who else wants revenge?"

Gu Qingfeng's eyes swept past, and no one dared to speak on the field.

"Is there anything to call?"

"you!"

Gu Qingfeng raised his hand, and Murong Tai was dragged over by him, and asked, "Can you call someone?"

Murong Tai is still alive, but he is only alive. Mo said that he still has a breath. Even if his cultivation is still alive, he can still shout and scream. How can he dare to speak in the face of the ancient breeze in the meantime?

Gu Qingfeng didn't even look at him, and he raised his hand to hold him aside.

"you."

Gu Qingfeng reached out his hand and dragged an old man over. It was the elder of Bingxuan School, Yubing. For mobile users, please browse m.Read for a better reading experience.