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Volume 4: Burning Immortal Valley 627. Negotiation

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    ps: There are not many updates today. The dormitory is too messy. The singers and smokers are in a mess. I am completely out of shape. I just finished the intravenous drip in the afternoon and my whole head is still a little groggy. I have had a fever for three days and I already want to die.  .  .  .  I'll try to write as much as I can tomorrow.  .  .  The Ancient Chaos Clan was well-trained. The roars of the Four Holy Sons spread loudly, and all the Ancient Chaos Clan quickly retreated. Many Immortal Emperors of the Pure Land, many Ghost Kings of the Nine Nethers, Demon Emperors of the Demon Clan, and Dragon Emperors of the Dragon Clan  , they would not stop at this time, and the imperial soldiers rushed out one after another. For a while, the ancient chaos clan screamed again and again, and there were casualties every moment!  "Despicable human race, you are seeking death!" The Holy Son of the War clan looked up to the sky and howled angrily, his eyes almost split open. He looked at the other three Holy Sons and roared: "At this point, you still have to continue to tolerate it!"  The faces of the Saint Son of the Spirit Clan, the Saint Son of the Celestial Clan, and the Saint Son of the Yaksha Clan were extremely cold, and their eyes were full of murderous intent. The number of the Ancient Chaos Clan was not large, but in just a few breaths, thousands of them died.  This made the four of them so angry that they wished they could crush all the human beings in front of them into ashes.  "Do it!" The Ancient Chaos Clan was a giant in the ancient times, and there would definitely be no shortage of treasures. As soon as the Holy Son of the Celestial Race finished speaking, the four Holy Sons took action at the same time.  A broken ax suddenly appeared above the head of the Holy Son of the War Clan, and the power it emitted alone caused time and space to collapse into nothingness. Although this broken ax did not show its cold light, it gave people a feeling of heart palpitations.  Suddenly, a stone spear appeared in the hand of the Holy Son of the Celestial Race. This stone spear was simple and colorless, but there was bright red blood on the spear head, exuding a surge of fierce power, so that the stone spear did not move, and the spear pointed at  There was nothingness in the space.  A ferocious Yaksha shadow appeared above the head of the Yaksha clan's holy son, with scarlet eyes and motionless. This Yaksha had two wings, and between the wings, a sinister wind whizzed by.  There is also the Holy Son of the Spirit Clan, whose eyes are so bright that people dare not look directly at him.  "Retreat!" Linglong's voice suddenly shouted loudly. The four of them had been locking their eyes on the four saints of the ancient Chaos clan. As soon as these four people showed their trump cards, Linglong knew that the ordinary Immortal Emperor was not Chaos at all.  If the opponents of the four holy sons of the ancient tribe do not retreat in time, they will only increase unnecessary casualties.  The Pure Land, Monster Clan, Jiuyou, and Dragon Clan are also well-trained. As soon as they say retreat, they will open a long distance in an instant.  Linglong, Fu Daoming, Zhen Wanhua, Curtian, Bai Qi, Pluto, His Highness Yue, His Highness Song and others were lined up in front. They all looked extremely cautious, staring at the Chaos Ancient Clan motionless, but they were ready to prepare for the chaos.  Even if the four holy sons of the ancient tribe take action, they will not sit still and wait for death!  "It's you!" The Holy Son of the Celestial Race gritted his teeth and looked at Fu Daoming and the four of them. He is the son of the four great god kings of the Pure Land and is now the leader of the Pure Land in Tianwaitian. Almost everyone knows it and everyone knows it. How about the Holy Son of the Celestial Race?  Do you know me?  There was a talisman hanging above Fu Daoming's head, and rays of precious light circulated between the talismans. He had learned the true biography of the King of Fu Gods and had extraordinary understanding on the way to the talisman. He stared at the Holy Son of the Celestial Race and sneered: "What?  You still have to take action!" "What a shame for the Holy Son of the Celestial Race. He failed to investigate this time and suffered such a huge loss. He couldn't swallow this breath and roared: "Fu Daoming,  If you dare to attack our Celestial Race, you have already caused a big disaster. We, the Celestial Race, will definitely wipe out the pure land behind you!" Fu Daoming showed a hint of mockery in his eyes and sneered: "You think so, too!  Destroying my Pure Land is really ridiculous! "Although the Celestial Race has a strong foundation, the Pure Land is not bad at all, and its foundation is not weaker than the Celestial Race.  "Celestial Being Hong, don't talk nonsense. Don't say it's you. Even the elder of your Celestial Clan doesn't dare to say that you want to destroy my Pure Land. Don't let your quick words cause the disaster of destroying the heaven!  " Curse Tian sneered again and again, and a dark book in his hand flipped.  The Holy Son of the Celestial Race's eyes froze slightly, with a cautious look in his eyes. He was not worried about the other people, but he was quite wary of Curse Tian.  The Cursed God King of the Pure Land has died, but the Cursed God King left his natal fairy treasure to his only heir, Cursed Sky, which is the book in front of Cursed Sky. It has the same name as Cursed Sky, and the implication is that even the sky can be cursed.  , from which we can see how powerful it is!  Chen Xu, Chu Jinyun, and the young Lang Yanghuang, these three guys breathed a sigh of relief, and their figures rushed over as quickly as lightning.  "MasterMaster, please give your Highness a slap. The fatter you are, the fatter you are, I'll have to give you a quick beating to see if Your Highness is dreaming!" When His Highness Song saw Chu Jinyun, he quickly wiped his eyes, feeling a little uncomfortable.  Believe it too much.  But before he could finish speaking, His Highness Yue put his foot directly on this guy¡¯s butt. When he heard this guyAfter a scream, he suddenly said: "Sure enough, I'm not dreaming." Then he walked up to him and bowed decisively.  "Damn it, why are all my apprentices so awesome!" Chu Jinyun couldn't help but muttered when he saw that His Highness Yue had reached the realm of the Immortal Emperor. He knew this guy's character and how he could cultivate in such a short period of time.  In the realm of the Immortal Emperor, how much shit have you stepped on!  "Junior brother, I thank you this time. Damn it, if you come later, I won't have any problem saving my life. Master, he might have to receive a box lunch." Chen Xu patted His Highness Song on the shoulder, with a sour expression.  Call it a sigh.  Chu Jinyun on the side was not happy when he heard this. This apprentice was really burying others. How could he save his life and have to receive a box lunch as a master?  Is being a teacher worse than you?  "Brother, my Highness thought you had died a long time ago. I was just thinking about how to comfort my sisters-in-law" Before His Highness Yue could finish speaking, Chen Xu decisively slapped him with his hand and scolded: "Damn,  Believe it or not, if you talk nonsense again, I will tie your tongue into a bow!" "That's what I'm saying," His Highness Yue was still a little afraid of this senior brother, he said sarcastically.  "Big monk, I see you again. The little monk asked me to say hello to you for him." "Xiaobai let me know, what's the situation between you and Baoling? Have you given birth to a baby dragon?" Say hello to an acquaintance.  , Chen Xu began to focus on the four saint sons of the ancient chaos clan again. At this time, the four saint sons of the ancient chaos clan and the four sons of the god kings of the Pure Land had already talked about the key points.  "If you don't release the members of my four tribes, then let's stop fighting!" Tian Renhong's voice was cold and his face was gloomy.  Tens of thousands of the four tribes were captured. The four tribes came here to kill Chen Xu, the culprit, and to rescue the tens of thousands of captured tribesmen. Now they have already tried to kill Chen Xu.  Impossible, the only option is to settle for the next best thing.  It's not that the Holy Son of the Celestial Race doesn't want to completely kill the Immortal Emperors of the Pure Land, the many Ghost Kings of the Nine Nethers, the Dragon Emperor of the Dragon Clan, and the Demon Emperor of the Demon Clan in front of him, but the opponent is obviously already prepared, relying solely on his own existing strength.  , it is simply impossible to kill the opponent.  "Let him go? You should give me a reason to let him go!" At this time, Chen Xu's sneer sounded, his expression full of ridicule.
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