v11 Chapter 109： Zhongshan and Color Space

Chapter 109: Zhongshan and Color Space

Looking south to Bujuku!

Beyond the Tsukano Line. The hall in a valley.

In the hall, there are two deities and ghost cars sitting cross-legged.

There was a faint smoke around. The colors of the smoke are different and obviously have different meanings. In the smoke cluster, a white lotus flower flickered from time to time.

"Oh!"

With a quiver, the white lotus scattered away.

Ren Zun's face changed: "How can this be?"

"What's wrong?" The ghost car changed his face.

Today's events are not trivial. I have made several mistakes with Ren Zun before, and then there have been mistakes that caused the imperial success of the emperor to fail.

"We'll enter the battle soon!" Renzun stood up immediately.

"What the **** is going on?" The ghost car anxiously said.

"There was a problem with this time."

"Second formation? Is that the second formation in the Spring and Autumn Book?"

"Yes, it stands to reason that as long as someone destroys that sub-array, the entire 'tsuka' formation should be strangled with full force, even the saints ca n’t bear it, but that sub-array broke itself, no, it should be said that it broke from the inside. The Spring and Autumn Book broke the second time. How could this happen? "Ren Zun's face was extremely bitter.

"Ah? As soon as the second battle broke, wasn't Zixiao Palace turned over and taken away?" The ghost car's face also changed.

"Yes," Spring and Autumn "was taken away, Zixiao Palace was taken away!" Said that Ren Zun's face was already dark.

"Oh!"

Opening the door of the hall, the two shot into the 'Muzuka' array.

The sage's magic weapon level was originally used as a bait to cause the ancestral slaughter of the ancestors. This kind of treasure is also highly valued by the emperor, but it will be lost by the two! Why is it 'again'?

The two have their own secret method in the large array to keep awake, with anxiety, straight into.

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In a big battle.

At the former Zixiao Palace, the Saint Saint was hiding in the dark and kept staring at the colored space to absorb the energy in the Zixiao Palace.

Sekong grabbed the small beads, and sulking his head with a mouthful of air, a pound of energy in the little beads rushed towards Sekong.

For a while, the majestic breath soared into the sky, the wind and clouds changed color, and flying sand and rocks. The surrounding mountains and rivers were trembling with this powerful energy.

"Yes, this energy is Hongjun's energy. Is he really Hongjun?" Mi Tian was terrified.

At this time, although there is an energetic energy guard around Sekong, it should be extremely fragile for the saints of the Heavenly Sky. If it is a sneak attack, it must be able to succeed. Unfortunately, the sky is not afraid at this moment.

The word Hongjun is like a big mountain pressing in the heart of the sky.

"call!"

An hour later, the last purple energy emerged from the beads, and no more energy came out.

The beads have become much clearer, and the internal environment has not changed much. It is still the nine major planets orbiting a star. As if nothing had happened.

Sekong's sloppy head, however, skyrocketed during this period, becoming huge, and then shrinking, becoming smaller and smaller. Gradually recovered.

The surrounding space trembled slightly. On the side, the purple energy similar to the thunder current surrounds the color space in horror, forming a cover, which makes the color space look like an incarnation of power.

The color space has absorbed the energy of the Zixiao Palace, and now its strength has reached a strange level.

Sekong feels that at this time, if a punch can even punch out a hole in the sky.

"Roar ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Color sky is rising.

With a long howl, the void shook, and the power of terror filled Sekong with enjoyment. The life of humiliation is finally exchanged for glory.

Hongjun, I will be Hongjun in the future!

In the excitement of Sekong, he didn't feel it at all. Not far from him, Zhongshan and Huanji stood on the top of a mountain, staring at Sekong emptyly.

"Well? Hongjun?" Huanji's face changed slightly.

Sekong's stubborn head is indeed very bluffing, at least the sage is stunned, and Zhong Shan's eyes are narrowed.

"Hongjun?" Zhongshan thought contemplatively.

At this time, in another direction, about ten ancient immortals finally arrived here through vicissitudes.

At this point, he suddenly shot into the air.

A powerful momentum shot into the air.

Sekong was excited, and she turned her head to stare at ten ancient immortals.

"Huh!" He snorted coldly.

Sekong just stretched out her fist, and punched away in vain towards ten ancient immortals.

The ten ancient immortals lost their senses, and at this time they would not evade them, and bumped up.

"Boom ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

A loud noise made a black hole in the void, and ten ancient immortals exploded and opened.

Powerful, let the color space can see everything.

Sekong turned his head to look around the Quartet, a sense of disdain for the world filled with Sekong head.

After a while, his eyes turned to the top of a mountain. Just see the Zhongshan and Huanji on the top of the mountain.

"Om!" "Crap!"

Sekong suddenly erected his hair, his body trembled, and the violent energy on the side exploded.

"Zhongshan ～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～～ ！！ Color space almost roared out.

That's the feeling again, how could it be? Why is this feeling again?

Not far away, the saint of Mitian also saw the arrival of Zhongshan, and when he saw only two people in Zhongshan, his eyes narrowed slightly. A killing intention was brewing in my heart, but there was ‘Hong Jun’ outside, and Mi Tian was not ready to take the lead at this time.

But how did Hongjun know Zhongshan?

Not only was he wondering, but in the distance, Zhong Shan and Huan Ji were a little surprised.

Sekong stared at Zhongshan so hard. Why did he feel that he had inherited all the power of Hong Jun and already had the power of the first person in the world, why was he still so scared when he saw Zhongshan?

Why is this happening?

If in the past, Sekong's first thought at this time must be to avoid immediately, the farther away from Zhongshan, the better. However, the strength of the first person in the world was gained, and Sekong's confidence was unprecedentedly strong.

Strength is the courage of a person, and the courage of the first person in the world?

But why is the body so scared? This supernatural power, Sekong never said to people, a kind of instinctual supernatural power is also Sekong's biggest reliance, relying on this supernatural power, Sekong do not know how many disasters have escaped.

However, with the power of the first person in the world, isn't it Zhongshan's opponent? Impossible, impossible, there must be something wrong with magical powers. It must be so.

"Am I going to be killed by Zhong Shanke all my life? Wherever Zhong Shan goes, will I always retreat?"

A sound sounded in the colored hollow.

"Not ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~!"

Sekong roared, and then, looking at Zhongshan in the distance, tremblingly.

Opposite Zhongshan is inexplicable, ‘Hongjun’? Is he hostile to himself?

"Your Excellency has never met, and hasn't consulted yet!" Zhong Shan said in a deep voice.

"Hahahaha, Zhongshan, who do you think I am ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~!"

Sekong's head wriggled, then slowly turned into a human head. Turned into a primary empty head. Looked fiercely at Zhongshan.

With the power of the first person in the world, the color hollow is full of pride. The courage also grew stronger, and even the instinctual supernatural powers could not be taken care of. In the future, he is Hong Jun. Who can block himself? Zhongshan? Today I killed Zhongshan!

"Colorless!" Zhong Shan's pupils shrank.

Zhong Shan was also an accident. Just now the other side was angry at himself. Zhong Shan was constantly looking for a familiar person in his mind, but how could he not think of it? Is he 'Hongjun'? impossible!

Instead, Zhong Shan suddenly stared at the small beads in Sekong.

Seeing that moment of that little bead, a familiar feeling filled Zhongshan's heart.

Where is the earth? Nine planets? Zixiao Palace?

Young memories flashed in Zhong Shan's mind.

Seeing Zhong Shan's eyes, Sekong Detective put ‘Zixiao Palace’ in his arms pocket. This thing could n’t fit in the storage space, he could only put it in his pocket.

In his left hand, Sekong grabbed the magic weapon of Confucius.

In the Spring and Autumn Book, Confucius sacrifice in one hand. After Confucius is swallowed by Sekong, it is equivalent to two people in one, but only the spiritual annihilation of Confucius. Can better play the domineering power of the Spring and Autumn Book.

Right hand, Sekong took out Yuan Shizhen.

Yuan Shizhang who has been practicing for hundreds of years, Sekong can still use most of them now, and seems to be getting more and more handy these years.

Two saints' magic weapon, plus their infinite strength. Can't we deal with Zhongshan?

Even in the face of the saint, Sekong is not afraid. Hong Jun regained his strength and held two saint magic weapons in his hands. Would he be afraid of the saints?

Today, no matter how the magical powers warn, Zhongshan must be killed.

For many years, how many years have waited for this moment, Sekong never wants to wait.

At the moment, Zhong Shan was staring at Yuan Shizhen. Looking at that Yuan Shizhen, his face showed a touch of tenderness, and then in the eyes of Sekong did not understand, Zhong Shan closed his eyes slowly, as if he was remembering something.

The heavenly saint looked at this scene strangely. Zhong Shan is really crazy! He's seeking death?

Huanji looked at Zhongshan unclearly, and wanted to yell at Zhongshan.

"Zhongshan, today is your death. It's no use asking me. I can't let you go. What last words do you have?" Sekong now exclaimed in a good mood.

In this life, Zhongshan humiliated Sekong too much. When he saw Zhongshan once, he counseled once. Sekong's hatred for Zhongshan had already reached a state of morbidity. Something is perfect.

Zhong Shan closed his eyes, and after a while, his eyes opened sharply.

At this opening, Zhongshan's eyes also became sharper. Looking at Sekong, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Last words? It's up to you? A joke!"

***:begging***!