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　　For the aliens, they already have a general understanding of the strength of Mozong.

Mr. 　　 belongs to a temporarily unexistent existence. Unless the gods act, otherwise, even if you go up and go hard, the ending will be hard to tell.

　　 Then, the more difficult ones are the disciples of the husband and the sword that is the most powerful in the world——【Sword Qi is near】!

Oh by the way, I heard that Mozong still hides an old servant who was once a gentleman. When the two great swordsmen came to ask for the sword, this dumb old man suppressed the practice, and the practice was pressed to be consistent with Pingshanhai, and then Two swords defeated Pingshanhai holding the Excalibur.

　　 These people make the big sacrifice more daunting.

Among the disciples of Mr. 　　, he played with Gu Xiaoman. He knew very well that if he was close, Gu Xiaoman was definitely not his opponent.

　　 As for the other disciples of Mr. Yu, let alone mention it.

　　 The three disciples listened to be a rune, and the state should be the eighth state.

　　The four disciples are little cat demon, and the big sacrifice was also seen.

　　 As for the young disciples, that is the way to make the high priest hate the teeth.

　　 "If there is a chance, I must kill him myself." The big sacrifice said in my heart: "No! You cannot kill him easily, torture him!"

　　In the eyes of ordinary practitioners, Lu Xun is already a master, but in the eyes of the high sacrifice, he is still no different from ants.

　　 According to such an analysis, the high priest felt that the three avatars of the deity were taken to the Mozong, and then several high-level aliens could completely crush the Eastern Devil!

　　 And from the information gathered today, it can be concluded that many masters of Mozong went to other continents to support, which represents the weak guards of Mozong in the Eastern Region.

　　 "This is too much trust in the husband." The high priest can guess Mozong's thoughts.

　　In their view, let alone the Demon Sect, even if it is the entire Eastern Territory, it is enough for a gentleman to take care of him alone.

　　 Thinking of this, the high priest suddenly discovered that this time was indeed the best time to invade the Eastern Territory.

　　 looked down at the priest with a constantly changing look, and said in a deep voice: "You can prepare early."

　　 "Yes!" The great sacrifice archer takes command of his life.

　　 nodded his head, then waved his big hand, there appeared three black shadows smaller than him by one.

　　The three black shadows are almost two meters in length, and they look exactly the same. Their strengths are all in the ninth level. If converted into levels, it is level 94.

　　 Among them, any one can face the hard **** with the big sacrifice, and the strength is between Bozhong.

　　 It's just that, compared to the avatars of the high priest and the second priest, the venerable avatars are more like walking dead, like three puppets.

　　The big sacrifice is very clear, that is because the strength of the avatars is not weak, and there are as many as 9 avatars in honor. If they do not deprive them of a part of their spiritual intelligence, these nine avatars can be put together to ride on the head of this body.

　　 And the number of these nine avatars makes the great sacrifice extremely envious.

　　 raised his right hand and tossed it gently, a simple bracelet was thrown to the high sacrifice.

　　 The high priest took it up and took a look down.

　　 bracelet is the simplest black rope, stringed with a **** bead.

　　 There is a drop of black and purple blood in the beads, which flows on the wall of the beads and flashes a dim red light.

　　 This is a drop of natal blood.

　　 "Wear it, they will listen to your order." Respectfully said lightly.

　　 "Yes." The priest carefully put on the bracelet. After putting it on, he found that he had a slight connection with these three two-meter-tall avatars.

　　Although it is not completely connected, it is enough for him to control them.

　　 Seriously, in the heart of the high sacrifice, these three avatars were helping him with assists, and they did not intend to make them the main force of the charge.

　　 No way, who called them the property of the leader.

　　Leaders borrow things for you, then use them well, but not blindly.

　　In the eyes of the high priest, it doesn't matter if you are injured, but don't break the three avatars.

　　 In this regard, he is still very old-fashioned.

　　 looked down at him, then said: "Retreat."

　　 "Yes." The figure of the great sacrifice disappeared on the island, and flew to the road to the east.

　　Although there are still three days left, there is still plenty of time, but he can kill him all the way.

　　 As the most bloodthirsty of the three sacrifices, how could he not participate in this third wave of advent wars?

　　 He departed from Mohai to the east, and the south was a continent that must pass through.

　　 "Let's start with the southern border first." A strange smile appeared on the immature face of the high priest, a bit like Zhang Zifeng's smile in the male version of "Chinatown Detective".

　　……

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　　Three thousand mountains, Tianquemen.

　　 At this moment when the sun sets, the sky is not completely dark. But just now, the darkness suddenly shrouded the earth.

　　 A repressive breath permeated everywhere in the continent, making people uncomfortable.

　　Every sign indicates that something big will happen.

　　The early warning from Mozong's side was already received by Mobeihe.

　　 "The third wave of offenses will be more terrifying than the previous two combined." Mo Beihe thought about this sentence in his heart, his face dignified.

　　The first two waves of alien invasions were finally carried down in the Sanqianshan area.

　　 Now, he does not know what the final situation will be.

　　 There are many ancestors in the Sanqian Mountain area, and the number of players is particularly large. This means that there are not many practitioners here. Even from the density point of view, it is still too much.

　　 But there is a lack of strong people here!

　　 is a big three thousand mountains, not even a strong man in the seventh realm. The great practitioners in the sixth realm like Mobeihe are already the facade of the three thousand mountains.

　　 If there is a small number of high-level aliens among the aliens, or there is nothing too strong, then it is easy to solve.

　　 If there are several high-level aliens comparable to the seventh realm, then it will be particularly tricky at once.

　　 If you want to win with weak, you can only...

　　 At this moment, Mo Beihe knelt in the ancestral hall, this dwarf-like man looked up at the ancestors after another, silently knocked three heads.

　　 "I Mobeihe was originally a small beggar in a small mountain town. He had no father and no mother, had no food to eat, and when he was very hungry, he even had to compete with wild dogs."

　　 "Thanks to Master's appreciation, he caught my roots, accepted me into the sect, taught me to read and write, taught me to practice the method, and treated me like myself."

　　 "At that time, the little beggar in the small town never thought about it, and one day he will take the position of the master of the door."

　　 "The disciples under the door respect me, the teachers and brothers help me, and the ancestors forcibly broke through the deadlock and saved my life."

　　 "All the disciples are given by the sect."

　　 The head of this gnome always touched the ground, just touched his forehead, and kept chanting words in his mouth.

　　 "Today, the disciples must be worthy of Zong En."

　　After saying this, he got up and pushed open the door of the ancestral hall.

　　He raised his hand, and the long gun [Lone Yong], which was much taller than him, fell into his hands.

Outside the door, a group of elders in Tianque Gate had long been waiting.

　　 "Dear teachers and sisters, can you remember the ghost king we encountered when we went down the mountain to practice?" Mo Beihe seemed to think of something and suddenly laughed.

　　 "Why can't you forget, if it weren't for my sword, then the five brothers died early!" The elder Tianquemen three laughed.

"Brother San, don't laugh here. After you rescued me, I made up for the ghost king. Otherwise, Brother San will also die of Huang Quan on the spot, and Brother Shi will owe you half of his life at most." .

　　Several elders, you said a word with a smile on your face.

　　 At that time, they were only practitioners of the third realm and the fourth realm, but they met the ghost king of the fifth realm under the mountain.

　　 Based on their cultivation practices, it was possible to unite to escape, but they did not.

　　Because they were behind a small village, they had a sip of water there, and the village head also made a roast chicken for them.

　　 Not to mention, they are young, how can they not float when they hear that respectful "Fairy Master" again and again?

　　 In the end, everyone paid the price of serious injury and killed the ghost king.

　　After returning to the sect, their master, the former master of Tianquemen, asked about it, and they answered truthfully.

　　Master did not praise them, but at night he poured a large bowl of wine on the table for everyone. He drank extremely cheerfully and was extremely proud.

After drinking too much, the unsmiling Master laughed out loud: "Over the whole Sanqian Mountain~www.wuxiaspot.com~ there are disciples of practitioners, like my disciples of Mo Qingshan, who are young and guard Kill a ghost king in one village!"

　　 At that time, Tianquemen was still going downhill. The burden on Master was heavy, but he was very happy that day, the reason was very simple-he saw the burden on his disciples!

　　 Now, the young people in those days have become masters and elders.

　　 They looked at each other and smiled as if they had encountered the ghost king.

　　 "Sister and sister, are you afraid?" Mo Beihe smiled with his eyes narrowed.

　　 "What did the door owner say, even if he died today, he wouldn't be slammed by Master!?"

　　 "Although you are not dead!"

　　 "Ha ha ha ha! Although not dead!"

　　 Mo Beihe heard the words and laughed aloud. This dwarf had a little heroic body.

　　Under the leadership of Mobei River, they all stood up and flew towards Zongmen.

　　Mo Beihe held a spear [Gu Yong], and looked up at the dark sky without starlight.

　　 This dwarf gritted his teeth and said:

　　 "I am short of the sky today, I will keep this sky!"

　　——Death fight!

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