Prehistoric: Twelve Golden Immortals At The Beginning Of The Game

Bai Qiong stepped forward quickly, pushed open the door, and walked into the room.

Although there are many flowers in the room, it is clean and tidy, but for some reason, it looks lifeless.

A beautiful woman in plain clothes stood by the window without looking back, as if she didn't notice Bai Qiong entering the room at all.

Bai Qiong looked at the woman with a deep smile on his face. He took a few steps forward, stood behind the woman, stretched out his fingers, and gently stroked her bloodless, sickly white cheeks, and smiled:

"Sister Yuandai, you are thin again, I will feel distressed if you are like this."

The woman stared blankly at the flowers and plants outside the window, like a wooden person, motionless.

Bai Qiong watched the woman react like this, a flash of anger flashed between his eyebrows, and with a wave of his hand, he directly smashed the vases, tables and chairs in the house.

The woman still has no response,

Bai Qiong laughed backwards, taking a half step back, and said without a smile:

"Almost forgot, I came today to tell you one thing,"

"The Bai Ao you are thinking of has been reincarnated and reborn. He now has an extremely powerful teacher as a backer, which is extremely good."

"Now, he is taking his senior brothers and sisters and killing them back to the Shenlou, they are coming to me to settle the account."

Huh!

Yuan Dai's body was shocked when she heard the words Bai Ao, and there was a glorious moment in her eyes.

She turned around abruptly and grabbed Bai Qiong's collar, two lines of tears in her eyes turned into a hoarse voice:

"What do you want to do!"

Yuan Dai seemed to have not spoken for a long time, and even if she was anxious, she was a little uncomfortable to speak.

A haze and fierceness flashed in Bai Qiong's eyes. He slapped Yuan Dai's bloodless face with a slap, causing her to stumble and fall to the ground, shouting sharply:

"Bitch, it's been thirty thousand years, it's been thirty thousand years, what is so good about Bai Ao, it makes you think about it for thirty thousand years!"

"In terms of appearance, cultivation status, and qualifications, how am I inferior to him?"

"I have treated you wholeheartedly over the past 30,000 years, and you! Every day is like a walking dead, you have never seen me right away!"

"Now that I heard the news from him, did I instantly return to my soul?"

"what?"

Bai Qiong squatted down and roared fiercely, like an angry lion.

Yuan Dai fell to the ground, trying to get up, but she seemed to have no strength, she couldn't support it at all, she could only reach out her hand to grasp the corner of Bai Qiong's robe, and said hoarsely:

"You, let him go, let go, pass him..."

The anger in Bai Qiong's eyes was almost gushing out, and he violently stretched out his hand to press Yuan Dai's head, the breath in his body suddenly soared, and he was about to crush her head.

But just when Bai Qiong was about to urge his cultivation, he met Yuan Dai's eyes, and at that moment, he suddenly smiled.

He laughed loudly, and the whole courtyard trembled slightly.

After a while, the laughter stopped.

He reached out to support Yuan Dai with a big smile on his face:

"Don't worry, he now has a lot of skills and has found a great backer,"

"I want to kill him, it's not that easy."

"But don't worry, he still has to let me know if you have you in my hands."

Hearing these words, Yuan Dai's face changed in an instant. She tried her best to break free of Bai Qiong, and said hoarsely:

"You, kill me, kill me!"

Bai Qiong laughed:

"wanna die?"

"It's not that easy,"

"Since you are so concerned about Bai Ao, then I want you to watch Bai Ao with your own eyes and die before your eyes again."

"This time, I want him to be completely destroyed and never to live beyond life!"

Yuan Dai's pupils suddenly expanded:

"Do not!"

She stretched out her hand to hit Bai Qiong's forehead, but her fist was soft and weak.

Bai Qiong laughed, hugged Yuan Dai and walked directly outside the courtyard.

Below the gods,

The three monkeys looked up and saw countless Shenlou disciples dressed in white robes standing in the air, looking down at a few of them, all with a strong killing intent on their faces.

The monkey got an iron rod from nowhere, put it on his shoulder, and squinted at Jun Ao:

"Kill it?"

Jun Ao looked at the strange faces, stepped out, and the Qingping sword in his hand was instantly unsheathed.

Huh!

A cyan sword gas slashed straight from the bottom to the top along the Shenlou, wherever it went, it was unstoppable.

Several cultivators of the gods standing in the middle were instantly divided into two like tofu with a knife.

Jun Ao’s voice resounded tens of miles around the Shenlou:

"Thirty thousand years ago, Shenlou Bai Ao, today's three disciples of Xuantian Gate, Jun Ao, came back to avenge Bai Qiong."

"Shenlou monk, who has nothing to do with the murder 30,000 years ago, retreat on their own and avoid death."

"Those who dare to block the way will be killed without mercy."

This sword, before its might, surpassed the Holy Realm, and the monks in the surrounding area who were no more than Quasi-Sage, Hunyuan Daluo or even Daluo Realm, shivered a little for a while, feeling helpless.

Jun Ao stepped out and walked along the stairs of the gods to the top of the gods.

The monkey and Ziyuan followed, and at the end, the old snow mountain mad who bought a new knife at the auction house had a knife on his waist, dangling behind him, walking and drinking with his head up.

As if not following them to seek revenge, but to visit the restaurant.

Under the deterrence of Jun Ao’s sword, he traveled unimpeded all the way,

None of the monks in the sacred building dared to step forward to intercept,

Not long after, a few people came to the sink and looked at the empty sink with blood. Jun Ao grabbed the shivering sink guard next to him, and said sharply:

"Where is the Excalibur Guardian here!"

But the guard of the quasi-sage realm's sinking pool weakened his legs, almost knelt down, and said in a trembled voice:

"Just now, just taken away by the master of the sword hall,"

At the same time, the upper voice sounded:

"Bai Ao, your divine sword guard is on the top of the sacred building. If you have the ability, come and save it!"

Jun Ao left and guarded the sinking pool, stepped out and disappeared in place.

The monkeys followed closely, and in the blink of an eye, they came to the top of the gods.

On the square on the top of the God Tower, there are stone pillars erected,

Several sword guards were hung on the stone pillars, their breath was weak, their clothes shattered, and their bodies were bloody.

Seeing Jun Ao appearing, several gods and generals Wei Qi opened their eyes. After 30,000 years of torment, they had never changed their faces. The moment they saw Jun Ao, their eyes were instantly red:

"Owner!"

Li Xuan looked at the familiar faces, his eyes were instantly red, he was furious, and he was about to rush over with his sword.

Suddenly, a few figures flashed out from behind the stone pillar, surrounding Jun Ao's group of people.

The first person, dressed in a white robe and carrying a long sword, was the master of the sword hall who brought someone from outside the sky to lead the White Qiong.

There was a person standing in front of him,

It's not just him, the sacred killers around him, and everyone is standing in front of them.

They were locked with their hands by the master of the sword hall, and they put their weapons on their throats, and their bodies were also bloody.

But two of them are no strangers to him.

They turned out to be the two Excalibur Guards who went to the lower realm to find him to inform them!

It turned out that after Jun Ao reached the upper realm, they also followed back, but just after crossing the boundary gate, they were captured by the ambushed cultivator of the gods.

Together with the Excalibur Guards hidden outside, they were all in a nest.

When the two saw Jun Ao, they immediately roared:

"Master, run! This is an ambush!"

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