Prehistoric: Twelve Golden Immortals At The Beginning Of The Game

Li Xuan watched the two walk out of the hall, turned to look at the only four swords of Zhu Xian left on the table, and shook his head with a smile:

"Fortunately, there are four Zhuxian swords left, otherwise I don't know how to fight."

Outside Xuantian Peak, Mo Chen waved his hand, throwing out bursts of black fog, and the black fog was confused over the entire Kunlun Mountain, turning into a big formation.

By his side, Wu Qiao put away his axe and waved a long black flag in his hand, and bursts of black devilish air filled him, and his whole person was like a devil alive.

On the other side, Yi Wangchuan looked at the Samsara Hall held by his palm, and only felt that the avenue contained within it fits with his own avenue.

A mysterious force of reincarnation radiated from him.

In the rear, Xuanyuantai and Qing Zongyan, who were protected by the Xinghuangqi flag, walked into the big formation one after another.

The ink dust stepping into the realm of Jinxian has become more comfortable with the control of the Jiuqu Yellow River Array.

This big formation, in his hands, has been able to exert more than 70% of its power.

In the mid-air in front of Kunlun Mountain, dozens of black-clad men stood in the air, leading the black-clad man of Dao realm with arms around his chest, looking at the dark misty Kunlun Mountains, and sneered:

"Xuantian, you sent such a group of small fish and shrimps to deal with this seat?"

"Why, I dare not come out?"

"The magic weapon is good, but unfortunately, the realm is too low, and such a good magic weapon was wasted."

Mo Chen snorted coldly:

"presumptuous!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the billowing black mist swept towards the black-clad men. The black-clad man in the lead didn't even look at the black mist, as if he didn't even look at the nine-curved yellow river formation.

At the end of the team, the Dao Destruction organization that had fought with the Xuantianmen in God's Domain came out.

Passing directly through the crowd, came to the head of the black armored man, and said respectfully:

"Deputy museum owner, our team has a holiday with these Xuantianmen, it is better to let our Destruction Team to deal with them."

The deputy director said coldly:

"Um."

Behind the deputy master, a black-clad man looked unhappy, but did not speak.

Several members of the Extinction Team walked in directly facing the black mist.

Mo Chen sneered:

"It's just right, today's new accounts and old accounts, let's calculate them together!"

While talking, he scrolled through the nine bends of the Yellow River and directly attacked several people.

The three Xuantian disciples headed by Xuanyuantai roared and rushed to the Exterminating Dao team.

Xuanyuantai, who stepped into the holy realm and worked hard on the martial arts field, is now different from the past, and directly fought with the leaders of the Extinction Dao organization.

Relying on the Xinghuang flag to protect the body, there is no counsel at all.

But the three Mo Chen met the thunder swallowing wind sickle Fu Niu headed by the shadows, and they were a little stretched.

After all, in God's Domain that day, the monkeys were fighting against them, but now they were replaced by the Mochen trio who were not in the Golden Fairy realm. Even with the formation and magic weapon blessings, they quickly retreated.

Seeing this scene, Qingzong frowned and was about to take action.

Suddenly, a blade of light struck, Qingzong dodged sideways, only to see a group of people appearing in the black mist.

Headed by the black man with a long knife in his hand, staring at Qingzong, he grinned and said:

"Vice-master, these two little dolls, leave them to our seventh team."

"Yeah." The deputy gallery master responded coldly, and looked forward to the Taoist temple through the black fog again:

"Xuantian, if you dare not come out, it doesn't matter, this seat is here to catch you."

As he said, he stepped out and walked directly towards the Taoist temple, seeing the Jiuqu Yellow River Array as nothing.

The two Yan Jueqingzong wanted to intercept them, but they were stopped by the black armored men from the seventh team.

Behind the deputy main hall, the two captains took their team members, followed closely behind them, and entered the Taoist temple.

Li Xuan raised his hand and waved, Zhu Xian's four swords turned into four sword lights, and flew to all sides of the dojo. He looked at the entrance of the dojo and said lightly:

"Please enter the urn."

The deputy director sneered:

"I'm afraid your little Taoist temple can't tolerate this great god of this seat!"

While speaking, the deputy master stepped across the Taoist temple gate, and the surrounding scenery suddenly changed, showing the true appearance of the prehistoric Taoist temple.

As the last member of the Godshou Tavern stepped into it, the door that had originally stood at the entrance turned into a cloud of white mist and dissipated.

The door, close!

Many members of the God Hunting Tavern in the rear became vigilant in an instant.

But when they saw the white mist surging in the dojo and the avenue surging, not only them, but even the deputy master of the Taoist realm cultivation base changed their expressions:

"There are thousands of avenues, endless circulation, this is the dojo!"

"How can this be!"

While speaking, I saw a figure dressed in a white robe appearing on the arch bridge. After he was holding his hands, he said indifferently:

"Welcome to mine, the prehistoric dojo."

Hearing these four words, the deputy director's face paled:

"The prehistoric dojo?"

"The legendary Taoist ancestor's place!"

"You, who are you?"

The deputy gallery owner took two steps back subconsciously. Seeing the reaction of his own deputy gallery owner, the others suddenly became even more panicked.

Seeing the shocked appearance of the deputy gallery owner, Li Xuan did not feel surprised at all.

He expected that the master of the sub-library, relying on the cultivation base of the Taoist realm, would not take his own realm, which only exists in the mad old mouth of the snow-capped mountain, into his eyes.

It’s just a pity. Today, there is only the deputy director of the museum.

Otherwise, relying on Li Xuan's current cultivation base, and his ability to control the prehistoric dojo, killing two or three ordinary Dao realms would not be a problem.

Li Xuan looked at the deputy curator who stretched out his hand to press the token on his waist, and smiled lightly:

"Don't waste your efforts. Here, as long as I don't agree, your message will not go out."

"It doesn't matter who I am. The important thing is, do you think my little Taoist temple can't be tolerated, you big Buddha?"

As soon as the voice fell, the sword lights from all directions flashed, and the four fierce sword intents enveloped them all. Even the deputy curator of Daojing cultivation base felt surprised:

"This is the Four Swords of Zhu Xian!"

"You, who are you!"

Li Xuan smiled and shook his head. He didn't mean to answer. He raised his palm, and the sword intent around him began to skyrocket.

The face of the deputy museum owner instantly became gloomy:

"Do you know who I am?"

"Do you know the consequences of my death here?"

"I am the deputy owner of the God Hunting Tavern,"

"If I die here, Shenshou Tavern will definitely razed your Xuantian Peak to the ground!"

Huh!

The four flying swords fell instantly under the influence of the white mist. Under the suppression of the white mist, the deputy museum owner had no chance to resist, so he was pierced by the four swords of Zhu Xian.

The Jianfeng turned and directly shattered the flesh. His soul wanted to escape, but Li Xuan brushed his sleeves, rolled up the real white mist, and suppressed it in the creek under the arch bridge.

Spike!

"Threat me? The thing I hate most is that others threaten me."

"If you don't have the strength, you will pretend to be forced, and you will die!"

Seeing that his deputy owner was crushed to scum in an instant, the team members of the god hunter tavern were all dumbfounded.

The deputy director of the Shenshou Tavern, who was dignified in Taoism cultivation, was killed in seconds like this?

What kind of monster is this Patriarch Xuantian!

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