Chapter 1868: Ironman

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"This... so many questions to Tianliu!"

Looking at the huge willow tree in the distance, the green willow branches hanging down exuded a rhythm, Xiao Ye only felt dry mouth, blood boiled.

When he was in Huangqiu Linggu, he accidentally got a question about Tianliu, which inspired the third phase of the ancient scriptures of the early days.

And now this tree asking the willow, the falling down asking the willow, not to mention tens of thousands, there is also a thousand. This is simply a great opportunity, an unimaginable great fortune, who can keep calm when looking at the warriors of the spirit order?

"Must grab and ask Tianliu!"

Xiao Ye's eyes flickered, rose into the sky, and flew towards Wentian Liushu.

Wow!

With the rapid approach of Xiao Ye, the whole picture of Tianliu gradually emerged. It was like a tree in the world, and it seemed to be able to breed all kinds of beings. It stood between the mountains, and the greenery above the leaves shimmered. , Like the same fairy rainbow flying, the mist is misty, it looks unparalleled.

The sound of the avenue roared, like the original sound of the earth.

With Wentian Willow as the center, within a hundred miles, there is a fresh corpse, and a large piece of spirit blood is hot.

Above the sky dome, I saw more than seventy warriors in the second heaven full of madness, constantly rushing towards Wentian Liu, but they were intercepted and a terrible battle broke out.

Obviously, the birth of Tianliu attracted most of the warriors, and the qualifications to come here are almost all in the top 100 of the spirit list.

"It's him!"

Xiao Ye looked at it, and was suddenly taken aback.

The iron-clad man he met just now was among them.

Beside him, there are also nine men who are also wearing iron clothes. Their eyes are also empty, and they are fighting against the warriors of the second heaven.

The fighting between the two sides was fierce, and no one noticed Xiao Ye.

"Ask the willow tree to have a spirit. It is an extremely rare treasure. Once it grows up, it can also spawn a spiritual attendant to protect itself."

"It's really rare that this Willow Tree has spawned ten spirit attendants!" The emotion of the time holy sent out from the time rain stone.

"These iron-clad warriors all asked Tian Liushu's spirit attendant?" Xiao Yewenyan's expression slightly changed.

But he had seen the horror of the Iron Man.

According to his speculation, such a strength can be included in the top thirty of the world spirit list at least.

Presumably other iron-clad spirits are similar.

At the end of his thoughts, Xiao Ye looked closely, and found that the warriors in the second heaven joined forces together, but they could not defeat the interception of the ten iron-clad spirits. Instead, as time passed, each warrior was iron-clad. The spirit aristocracy was killed, blood stained the sky, and it was useless even to display the ancient scriptures.

Of course, among the warriors in the second heaven, there is also a very abnormal strength.

At this moment, there are already more than a dozen strong men, who exhibited a very terrifying picture, filled the sky dome, broke through the interception of the Iron-Cloth Spirit Attendant, and kept approaching toward the Willow Tree, wanting to take away the Willow Tree.

But as soon as they succeeded, they would immediately become the common target of the top ten spiritual aides, and they would be violently chased unless they gave up asking Tianliu.

"Being attacked by the ten iron-clad spirit aides together, in the second day, there should be no warriors who can stop it?" Xiao Ye felt heavy.

Under such circumstances, it is almost impossible for him to ask Tian Liu, and he can only die if he rushes up.

"Do I have to give up?" Xiao Ye's face was unwilling.

Ask Tianliu is so rare that even this tree was brought out of an ancient tribe by Time Dasheng. If it is missed, I am afraid there will never be such a good opportunity in the future.

"Xichen, you leave with Tianliu first, find a place to hide, and avoid the Iron-Cloth Spirit Attendant, I will come to you!" At this moment, suddenly a loud voice swept across the sky.

A man wearing a purple crown looks like a god. He holds the palm of his hand, and a huge skymark appears on the sky dome. There are countless gods roaring on it. The power of terror seems to have ten thousand heads of dragons roaring. Ling Shi gave Zhen Fei out.

A young man beside the purple crown man grabbed Wen Tianliu in his hand and took the opportunity to burst out.

Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!

The young man's actions immediately attracted the attention of all the iron-clothed spirit attendants. The iron-clothed cold on their bodies circulated, and they all came towards the young man.

"Well, there is my dragon and the sea, you all get me off!"

The purple crown man shouted, supernatural power, unparalleled dominance, urged the beginning of the ancient scriptures, even with his own power to block all the iron-clad spirits, to create a chance for companions to escape.

Bang!

The horrible explosions are endless, and this kind of peerless collision is like ruining the world, causing all the nearby warriors to blast away.

The iron-clad spirit attendant killed by the attack was blocked.

As for the man with the purple crown, he was also struck by lightning.

"Haha, what kind of **** iron clothes Ling Shi, I can stop you all by myself!"

"When I refine these questions, I will make all the scriptures complete, and I can definitely step into the first heaven!" The purple crown man laughed with his head up, his voice rolling like thunder.

However, his voice fell, and a screaming scream suddenly came, making the purple crown man's expression stiff.

He looked quickly, his pupils shrank suddenly.

I saw that the young man he protected had dashed out of the way, but was split into two in half by a cold and cold sky knife, and the blood block of the exploding spirit body splashed open, **** and terrifying.

An iron-clad spirit waiter with empty eyes is standing in the sky holding a sky knife.

The eleventh iron-clad spirit waiter!

Seeing this scene, the minds of all the warriors in the field jumped wildly.

Guardian asked Tian Liushu's iron-clad spirit waiter, even there?

"Abandoned Ancient Spirit Tattoo!"

At this moment, a roar came suddenly, and then the world and the world boiled, and countless spirit patterns emerged, reaching as many as three million, spreading in the void of a hundred miles, forming a triple ancient totem, like It is a vast starry sky, photographed fiercely towards the Iron-Cloth Ling Shi.

The sky sword in the hands of the Iron-Clothed Spirit Attendant cut the triple million-pattern war figure directly.

But at this moment, there was already a misty figure coming across the sky, grabbing Wen Tianliu falling from the sky, and storming away quickly.

"what?"

In this abrupt scene, not to mention the iron-clad spirit waiter, even all the warriors in the field were stunned.

The timing of the coming was too precise. In one go, he took away Tian Wenliu directly.

"Abandoned ancient spirit tattoo?"

"It's a small hybrid who cultivated the ancient scriptures of the early days!"

"Mad, I must kill you!"

Long Wanhai was about to explode.

He finally stopped the ten iron-clad spirits, but he made a wedding dress for others?