Prehistoric: Twelve Golden Immortals At The Beginning Of The Game

The monkey said solemnly:

"Junior brother and sister, don't you have that magic weapon spirit?"

"Please help those two."

Jun Ao and Ziyuan looked at each other, and looked at the magic weapon in their hands.

"Senior Qi Ling, now I am waiting to fall into death, and I ask Senior to help!"

The two of them are connected with the magic weapon, and when they move their thoughts, they inject their thoughts into the magic weapon.

It's just a pity,

There was no response at all for the two magic weapons.

Jun Ao and Ziyuan looked at the monkey and shook their heads slightly.

The monkey's face was solemn, and he subconsciously squeezed the golden cudgel. Only then did he remember that the golden cudgel had been destroyed in the heaven and earth.

But this also reminded the monkey of another magic weapon,

Just now Li Xuan gave him a picture of Shanhe Sheji!

The monkey reached into his sleeve, held down the picture of the mountain and river, and injected a trace of real energy.

Suddenly, countless messages flooded into the monkey's mind, and all the functions and usages of the Shanhe Sheji Tu were known to the monkeys.

He held the pictures of the mountains and rivers in his hand, and transmitted the sound to the trio of Junao Ziyuan and Xueshan Kuanglao:

"Junior brother and sister, old madly, don't resist later, I have the ability to save us."

The two of Jun Ao Ziyuan naturally trusted the monkeys unconditionally. Although Xueshan Kuang Lao didn't trust the monkeys much, he had no way to go, and he had no choice.

As the thoughts flowed, several holy realm assassins had already approached three steps in front of several people, all showing their killing intent.

The Bai Qiong behind tried his best to suppress the inner ecstasy and anger, and said solemnly:

"Give it to me, kill!"

The assassins laughed grinningly, directly waved their weapons and slashed at the three of them.

The monkey suddenly drew the scroll from his sleeve and raised it above the heads of the three of them.

Huh!

The picture of Shanhe Sheji suddenly unfolded, with a burst of khaki light, and the four monkeys were instantly sucked into the picture.

Seeing this picture, a strong man with white hair exclaimed:

"This is the picture of Shanhe Sheji?"

Before the holy realm assassins could react, they saw that the mountain and river map suddenly shrank and turned into an earthy yellow light, disappearing in place, and heading straight to the city of Zhetian.

Bai Qiong's face changed:

"Chase!"

He stretched out his hand and pressed it on the shoulder of the master of the Holy Realm of Shenlou next to him, turning into a white light and rushing out, chasing after him.

Several holy realm assassins looked at each other and chased after them.

Not long after, the picture of Shanhe Sheji came to the outside of Zhetian City.

A figure appeared in front of it, coldly said:

"Who is here."

The monkeys flew out from the picture of Shanhe Sheji, and Ziyuan said solemnly:

"I waited to get the head of the alien beast, and I came back in exchange for the order to cover the sky."

As he said, Shion flipped his palm, and a strange animal head appeared.

The man in the red robe glanced around and said coldly:

"Come on."

"Thank you." Ziyuan put away the head of the alien animal and looked at the monkeys behind him.

The monkey put away the pictures of the mountains and rivers, and together with Jun Ao, he helped the old man in the snow-capped mountains and walked into the city of Zhetian.

A few people had just stepped on the city gate with their front feet, and Bai Qiong's back feet arrived.

However, it was too late.

Seeing the figures of a few people drifting away, Bai Qiong's heart sank even more.

He knew very well that the last chance to kill Bai Ao was probably gone.

When Bai Ao and the others recover in Zhetian City and break through the realm, at that time, what awaits him is the anger of revenge.

Behind Bai Qiong, the holy realm master of Shenlou said solemnly:

"Owner, go back to the Shenlou first and discuss it later."

Bai Qiong nodded, looked at the killers, and said in a deep voice:

"Excuse me, a few of you have gone for nothing, why don't we go back to the Shenlou with me, let's discuss it again?"

Several assassins glanced at each other, and the leader said solemnly:

"Yes, but you still have to pay us every day."

The corner of Bai Qiong's mouth twitched slightly:

"This is natural."

After speaking, several people disappeared in the same place and headed towards the Shenlou.

In Zhetian City,

A few people from Ziyuan returned to the inn and ordered me to open three more rooms next time. The biggest problem has been solved now.

The next step is basically to live in Zhetian City, it is impossible for four people to squeeze a room.

Moreover, Snow Mountain Kuang Lao is the ultimate powerhouse after all, this elemental stone is completely trivial to him.

At this time, in the Great Hall of Zhetian, in the underground secret room.

A red-haired ancestor who covered the sky turned into a red light and plunged into the secret room sarcophagus, as if there was some force suppressing the restless aura in the body of the ancestor of the sky. That exuberant red hair, at a speed visible to the naked eye, Retracted into the body,

The breath in the body of the ancestor of the sky has gradually stabilized.

The ancestor of Zhetian exhaled a foul breath, and after a while, he opened his eyes.

Just outside the mist, Tian Jue's vision was frantic, blocking their way of retreat.

When the Tian Jue vision disappeared, the ancestor Zhetian could hardly restrain the frenzy in his body, and turned into a red light directly, and came straight to this secret room.

He looked at the dim stone room and said solemnly:

"Red Flame."

The next moment, the red flame messenger appeared outside the stone room:

"Owner."

The ancestor Zhetian asked indifferently:

"The little dolls of Xuantianmen, have you come back?"

The Red Flame Messenger said:

"I have returned to the inn, staying in the inn with the mad old Snow Mountain, and are healing."

"They were injured? Master Xuantian, did they come together?"

The ancestor Zhetian asked again.

"They were seriously injured, especially the madly old Snow Mountain, which hurt the roots in the Heaven Jedi." The Red Flame Envoy's face was a bit solemn:

"According to them, their Master Xuantian Patriarch is a powerful Dao realm, and they are only a clone, which has already disappeared in the heaven."

"Daojing? Clone?" The ancestor Zhetian was startled, he was sure that the chaos in the Jedi that day must have been caused by the ancestor Xuantian.

But he didn't expect that he was actually a clone, and he didn't expect that he was a realm powerhouse!

The Red Flame Messenger said:

"Master, are you credible if you say the words of the mad old man in Snow Mountain?"

The blind ancestor squinted slightly:

"Under the real world, what do you think of his strength?"

The Red Flame Messenger said without hesitation:

"He is above the overwhelming majority of the cultivators of the highest realm, and has definitely been able to reach above the highest realm. It is close to the half-step true realm. Besides, few people are his opponents."

The ancestor Zhetian asked:

"Then Xuantian came to the upper realm, Snow Mountain was madly old, and he was the only one who officially fought him."

"Do you think he will lie?"

The Red Flame Messenger shook his head:

"This person is extremely arrogant, I think he shouldn't lie,"

"But Dao Jing, is this too incredible?"

"Could it be that he had made a mistake in his own judgment, that Patriarch Xuantian might just be the pinnacle of the true realm, or the half-walking realm?"

"After all, Dao Realm, even in the upper realm, is an existence above the pinnacle."

"It is the real power that can stand shoulder to shoulder with Haotian."

The ancestor Zhetian was noncommittal, just saying:

"You go and prepare four Holy Realm Healing Medicines, and send them to them with Zhitianling."

The Red Flame Messenger was startled, then bowed his head and said:

"Yes."

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