Twin god-level martial souls shocked the demon emperor's wife!

"Da da da--"

The ice wolf in the snowy area seemed to be having fun, and rushed out of the oasis of soul beasts with its master.

"Snapped!"

Luo Fanchen slapped it on the burning bald head.

"Say! Did you miss your fillies?"

"Oww!!"

The Snowy Ice Wolf howled aggrievedly, as if swearing that it didn't.

Luo Fanchen didn't want to hear its sophistry howling at all.

Ye Youling gave him such an ambiguous note before leaving, he was not as excited as this guy.

There are less than three days until the agreed deadline.

Go back quickly and have a chance to eat meat.

He patted the ice wolf in the snowy area and urged: "Speed ​​up!"

Su Wanniang didn't leave, but followed secretly while hiding her figure.

The winking eyes gleamed with pride.

"Boy, do you want to dump me?"

"dream!"

"When my old lady is scheming, you are still breastfeeding."

Her pink soul power flickered all over her body, and her fiery delicate body shrank, turning into a six-tailed spirit fox with snow-white fur, suspended in the air.

She shook her white hair, the five fox tails behind her buttocks disappeared, and at the same time her body shrank, turning into a pocket version of a white fox.

Shattering the void, the only way to Luo Fanchen's return journey.

at the same time,

In the hot south of the Soul Martial Continent,

Over the vast territory of the Divine Phoenix Empire, a middle-aged figure quietly passed by.

He came to a high mountain.

Among the endless mountains, a peak of Qijun pierced into the sky.

Like a piercing spear.

On this mountain peak, a majestic sect stands majestically.

A middle-aged man stood in front of the mountain gate.

A huge stone tablet rose from the ground, with three big characters engraved on it.

"Shen Xiaozong."

The handwriting is sharp and sharp, as if there is a surge of purple electricity, and the shadow of the gun is heavy.

"Ugh……"

The middle-aged man sighed, his eyes full of complex emotions.

It seems to hide an unspeakable story.

"Every time I come here, I will be expelled, this time it's up to you, Brother Luo Yu."

"Please bless my brother once, I will help you marry a wife, and you help me get my wife back."

The middle-aged man is impressively from the Eastern Canglong Empire,

Yan Wang, one of the nine vassal kings.

Even if he was powerful and powerful, he didn't dare to break into this sect without authorization.

Because this is the number one spear sect in the world, with the strongest spear spirit in the world:

Purple Lightning Divine Sky Spear.

When the martial soul has been cultivated to great success, it is as if the thunder of the nine heavens descends into the world.

The inherited seven-style spear skills are even faster than thunder.

He once made a great reputation, which attracted the fear and awe of the world.

King Yan's always elegant and calm face showed apprehension, and he said loudly:

"The Canglong Empire, King Yan came to pay homage to the mountain!"

No one in the mountain gate paid attention.

King Yan seemed to have anticipated this situation, and continued to shout:

"King Yan came to worship the mountain!"

After repeating the shout several times in a row, an old curse came from inside the mountain gate.

"Why are you here again!"

"Is it bothering you?"

"roll!!"

"My Divine Xiao Sect, dogs and wild goose kings are not allowed to enter."

Not only was King Yan not angry, but there was even some nostalgic pain and sadness in his eyes.

"Listen to the voice, you are the fourth master, right?"

"I'm also our son-in-law anyway, let me in."

"For Rong'er's sake..."

The old voice suddenly became emotional:

"You still have the face to mention Qiurong girl?"

"What son-in-law, son-in-law, get out of here!"

"She will never see you again."

King Yan pleaded: "In the past six years, I have come here nine hundred and ninety-nine times."

"Aren't you willing to make it easier?"

The old man sneered: "It's convenient, yes."

"Come here with the head of the goddamned Emperor Canglong. My Divine Xiaozong will open the gate to welcome my son-in-law home."

King Yan wondered: "That is my flesh and blood relatives, my beloved father."

"Then get out! Qiu Rong won't see you."

King Yan immediately stood up straight and said seriously: "I can think about this matter."

"We'll talk after we get the head."

King Yan smiled wryly and said, "My stupid father, you don't know how strong he is?"

"I want to kill thieves, but I can't do it."

"Actually, this time I'm not here to meet Qiu Rong, but to introduce you to one of the strongest geniuses in the mainland."

"He can help us get rid of Emperor Canglong."

The old man sneered, full of distrust:

"You fart!"

"What is the strongest genius, when this is a place to collect trash?"

"My Shenxiao Sect is not rare."

King Yan was in a hurry: "Listen to me, my little brother's talent is definitely something I have seen in my life. If I can win him over, it will be enough to lead the Xiaozong sect to great prosperity!"

The old man scoffed.

"The old man sees that you are really confused."

"Why does my Shenxiao sect need others to lead it? I hope that if only one person can reach the top of the gun god in the future, it will be enough to compete with the world's strongest genius."

King Yan retorted: "I admit that niece Xiruo is very strong, but my little brother's talent is far more enchanting than Xiruo."

The old man was silent for a moment.

Just when Yan Wang's face was gradually showing joy, violent curses came.

"roll!"

"You're bragging about your father!"

"Is it really easy to fool me like an old man?"

"If there is such a genius in the world who can far surpass Xi Ruo, I will call you Dad."

"It's nothing more than just finding a reason to harass Qiu Rong."

King Yan's expression was awkward. There are five elders in the Yang family of Shenxiaozong.

This fourth master Yang has the most violent temper.

vulgar words,

Everyday is always: "Be sincere to my mother's displeasure!"

"The death of your mother!!"

And his niece, Yang Xiruo, was hailed as the future spearwoman of the mainland at a young age, and was deeply loved and valued by the elders of the clan.

That's why the clan elders were so angry and disbelieving when it was mentioned that someone could surpass Xiruo.

"Fourth Master, farewell!"

King Yan cupped his hands, turned and left.

After walking a few steps away, his eyes froze and he turned around abruptly.

Raise your hand to tear apart the void, and forcibly break into the Divine Xiaozong.

"Dog guts!"

with a big drink,

A murderous spear covered with thunder patterns pierced the sky and blasted towards King Yan, surrounded by purple lightning.

The air was billowing in the sky, and the power was astounding.

"hold head high……"

Yan Wang Tianling Gai flew out a gray dragon with spread wings.

Variant Martial Soul: Immemorial Yanlong.

A total of nine soul rings, two yellow, three purple, and four black.

"boom!"

"The eighth soul skill: The Return of the Wild Goose."

Eighteen phantoms of wild geese and dragons formed in the figure of the king of geese at once, attacking with the gun light, and flew into the Shenxiao sect.

Skimming over the pavilions and pavilions, it happened to fly to the Zongmen Martial Arts Field.

At this time, the martial arts arena was extremely lively.

A group of young heroes in the palm are conducting a gun competition.

"boom!"

In the martial arts arena, an imposing young man knocked his opponent away with a single shot, and the spirit rings around his feet dazzled, with a haughty expression on his face.

"Who else!"

All the young men and women in the audience chatted hotly:

"Sect Master Jinghong is too strong. He has cultivated to level 47 at the age of nineteen."

"Yes, how many people from various forces can do it."

"Pride also has pride."

"Cough cough."

At this moment, the delicate woman coughed.

The bodies of all the men and women in the audience shook, including Yang Jinghong, the young man who appeared in front of the ring, and immediately moved their eyes to look over.

A young woman walked over, her gait was frivolous and weak.

She was wearing a moon-white cloak, her beautiful cheeks were sickly pale.

After coughing lightly, the silver handkerchief in her hand was taken away from her bloodless lips, and it was stained with a coquettish and bright red.

It's like a cuckoo crying blood, which is shocking.

But it was such a sick and weak woman who seemed to be blown down by a random gust of wind, but few people dared to look at her.

All young men and women subconsciously breathe carefully.

It seemed that he was afraid of disturbing the beauty.

The fanatical gaze in his eyes was mixed with respect and admiration.

The mighty and domineering young master of the sect on the stage showed a flattering face.

"Miss Xiruo~"

"We are a small fight, why are you here?"