v5 Chapter 101： The youngest guru

The black mountains are not tall, not even as tall as the tallest hall in the Yan Palace.

However, this black mountain is the pressure to bring unparalleled fear to the perception of any practitioners present.

At this time, inside and outside the Dayan Palace, many people have been to Lushan, and they have seen Yuanwu and several of the top masters in the world.

The breath of this Montenegro has just begun to rise, and the bodies of these people can't be shaken.

This unique atmosphere of the ghosts and ghosts comes from Qi.

Only the master of the Daqi Dynasty had such a Montenegro.

The master of the Daqi, in the Lushan League, has proved to the world that he is the strongest of all the masters except the Yuanwu.

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The Imperial Book House is broken and replaced by the rise of Montenegro.

This is not a tall black mountain, there is no vegetation, but it is erected with numerous tombstones.

Every piece of tombstone has a difference, whether it is from the shape or the material, but also entwined with a completely different black arrogance.

The strips are equally gloomy, but in the senses there is a black flame with a completely different atmosphere, like wild grass swaying on this mountain.

Zhong Hou Hou looked up at the Montenegro, his eyes narrowed, but his eyebrows were white.

He was half-baked in the land of Yandi Border Town. The plan was today's game. At this time, seeing success, but suddenly there is Montenegro birth, he can not be anxious, can not be angry, can not be old?

Yandi looked at him mockingly.

Looking at the wrinkles and the suddenly whitened brows on his face, he said sarcastically: "You also know that you don't have much time. After a long time, my silver army will kill. You don't drop at this time. What do you want to do?"

After his voice sounded, the cold metal rays in the surrounding palaces were scattered, such as the tide rushing to the beach, and eventually turned into a bubble, it would be completely dispersed.

In the cold face of the martial arts, there is a slight irony and fanatic smile.

He looked at Yan Di, shook his head seriously and said: "I still want to give it a try."

Yandi sneered: "Try it?"

Zhong Shuo nodded, indifferent: "He is not a baby after all, everyone knows that the baby is dead."

Yandi no longer speaks.

He has perceived the changes in Montenegro behind him, and he knows that this sentence has not responded to him.

On Montenegro, all the tombstones began to tremble and sway.

Black dust and dirt, constantly shaking at the bottom of the tombstone, a cold atmosphere, not rushing to the sky, but in the depths of the underground that the practitioners can't reach, madly rushing.

Inside and outside the palace, countless practitioners are eclipsed.

In their perception, this Montenegro has turned the entire palace into a secluded, invisible atmosphere that pervades the entire palace, and even has made some symbols and flying swords impossible to display.

In the middle of the process, the head is down.

His black is also white at this moment.

His hands were pressed to the ground in front of him.

A small, crystal-clear vajra fell at his fingertips.

In this royal garden, all the unbroken objects, including the white jade bridge that remained intact during the battle, were broken and broken into thousands of pieces.

The several strong guards guarding the front of the Yan Emperor, all squirting blood, and drunk out in an uncontrollable way.

Yandi was sullen, and there were countless fine bubbles in the air in front of him, scattered, as if boiling in the water.

When these pictures were already born, the sound on the ground in front of Zhong Hou Hou was a muffled sound.

The tiny and crystal-clear Donkey Kong was as small as a nail when it fell from his fingertips. However, when it landed, it has become a tall person, such as a crystal tower.

The sky is golden and there are many flames.

The chill of the entire Yandu has suddenly disappeared, and the heat of the Buddha is coming.

Because that golden flaming flame is the real true fire of the sun.

Zhong Hou Hou looked at Montenegro with no expression, watching the sun really follow his intentions, swarming.

The Daqi Dynasty, especially the Yin and Ghosts of Montenegro, is the most bizarre practice in the world. It refers to the sin of the dead practitioners or some powerful aliens in the world.

The most fearful thing about this kind of yin is the fierce fire of the yang, and he broke it with the fierce fire.

In the twinkling of an eye, countless condensed suns fired like a spear on this Montenegro.

In Montenegro, many holes were pierced in the moment, and numerous tombstones were broken. They were worn through the holes, and there was no splash of any dirt or stone.

The real yuan in the body of the martial arts continues to emerge, and his entire body has become transparent, and the sun is shining like a god.

Seeing such a scene, there were bursts of cheers among the rebels who surrounded the Imperial Garden. Many practitioners perceive that the yin filled with the palace is dissipating, the haze in their hearts is gradually gone, and confidence begins to recover.

Montenegro is broken and seems to be completely turned into smoke and black fly ash.

However, at this time, in a valley near the top of Montenegro, a low-lying shadow slowly cracked open.

A black boy, like a waking up for a long time, woke up and sat down in the ground.

His face is very white and white is almost transparent.

He was angry in his eyes, but he didn't have any anger at his body. He didn't even have a single temperature, just like the frost on the tombstone in winter.

Because his skin is too bloodless, too pale, so he can even see the blood of his body flesh and blood.

The blood in his flesh and blood is black, and the blood flowing is not the bright red blood, but the black arrogance.

The cheers came to an abrupt end.

The boy stood up.

The black head is already taller than his people, and has been dragged to the ground behind him.

His face is very young, and there should be no difference in the age of Ding Ning and others, but at this time, whether it is his black or his body skin, flesh and blood, he is filled with a kind of demon and powerful atmosphere.

Just as he stood up, there was a dark cloud in the sky.

The black clouds obscure the countless suns that fall in the sky, and the most important thing is to keep the sun from glare.

The boy opened his eyes completely.

Not only the pupil, his entire eye is dark, black as ink.

Then he saw the middle of the process, one step from the valley, toward the middle of the process of crossing the past.

When he stepped out, Montenegro disappeared and turned into a black smoke, which was close to his body.

In the vision and perception of all, this Montenegro gained his body with his step.

This Montenegro seems to be only part of him.

Or, just his life.

The face of Zhong Hou Hou has also become pale.

He did not feel the breath of the life, but his realm and perception clearly reminded him that this Montenegro has completely integrated with the other side.

Most of the realm and cultivation of this Montenegro and the master were completely passed on to each other.

He didn't feel the breath of this life, just because... The law of the gods and ghosts of the first division of Qi State is completely different from any practice in the world. It is not the same road!

Undoubtedly, the boy he faced at this time directly crossed the obstacles of the seven realms and became the youngest master in the world!

His heart beats violently.

This is not a breakthrough, it is difficult to explain with reason, but it is incomparably true.

In the next moment, he screamed, facing the boy who came from Montenegro, his right hand stretched out, between the **** and the index finger, carrying a piece of broken thin paper, and marched toward the boy.

The thin paper has a horror to the extreme.

Heaven and earth were cut into two halves.

Before this expression, a lot of tombstones suddenly appeared.

Countless tombstones have flooded the entire world.

Numerous tombstones were cut into two sections and turned into black smoke.

But in the black smoke, the teenagers of the black and the ground have already come to the front of the Zhong Hou.

The eyes of Zhong Hou Hou became a thin seam, but there was a faint flame in the eye.

Just behind him, in the empty air, there is a shadow out of thin air.

This shadow is very short and is a dwarf.

But in his hands, there is a long sword.

This sword is also coming to the extreme, even less than the sword light of the sword in the Shushan sword.

Just a flash, this Jianguang sticks to the waist of the middle of the sword, piercing the boy's chest.

However, only in this moment, the faint flame in the eyes of the middle of the eye is to be more shocked, even desperate!