Rebirth of the Strongest Female Emperor

Chapter 835 The Sayādaw Appears

It is known that the door of the dynasty has not been able to ruin the diamonds. Now, only three disciples are here, and it is good to solve the three directly.

However, Ye Qingyi did not pay attention to Master Du, and looked calmly above the void.

Upon seeing it, Master Du also looked up at Ye Qingyan's gaze.

"Hey!"

Between the shackles, the sound of a smashing emptiness, the ray of light flashes in the sky.

The next second, an old man in a robe, slowly fell to the ground from the air.

"Oh... here the Xuanyin breath is so strong, there are people guarding, will not be the entrance to the dragon pulse?" The old man in the robe whispered to himself.

Ye Qingqi and Master Du, from the dark, looked at the mysterious old man who appeared inexplicably, and did not say anything.

At this moment, the eyes of the three disciples outside the door, while looking at the old man.

"Get out of here immediately, or die!"

One of the most disciples, staring at the old man, shouted.

The old man looks normal and looks like he is not angry.

"Several little brothers, ask the poor road, here is the entrance to the dragon vein." Soon, the old man in the robe laughed.

"Do you still know the land of the Dragon's pulse?" A certain disciple outside the door, the voice sinks.

"Oh, the poor road is only heard." The old man in the robe nodded.

"The original plan is to let you go alive, but since you know the land of the dragon's veins and find it here, it seems that today, I am afraid I will not let you leave alive."

A certain disciple of the dynasty, the cold light appeared in the shackles, and a "snap" slammed out, and a long sword came out of the sheath, striding toward the old man in the robes.

"Hey, are you dying of the descendants of this continent?" The old man in the robes was disappointed.

"Old things, what nonsense you say!" The disciple of the hand-held sword, cold voice shouted.

"Children, seeing the deity, not a big gift, but still relative to the sword, want to take the life of the deity, today, the deity can not let you live." The old man of the robe opened.

"Sir?"

Hearing this statement, the three disciples of the disciples face each other and immediately laughed.

In this continent, the strongest is just the Yang Jun in the Yin and Yang Zhenjun, where is the honor!

In this world, only the martial arts strength has entered the super power of the Tai Xuan Zun, and dare to call himself the deity, this Taoist, actually called himself the deity? !

"Hey!"

But there is no action in the old man of the robes. When the disciple holding the sword is laughing, the head is already split by the students, flying high above the sky, and the blood is sprayed with yellow sand.

This situation, in the eyes of two other disciples outside the door, the unscrupulous laughter is abruptly stopped, his face is unbelievable.

They can become the disciples of the generations, and their martial arts talents and strengths are superb. They are equivalent to the strength of some ordinary ancestral elders, at least for the martial arts.

However, the two master disciples did not see the old man in the robe, as if they were brothers, their neck was broken...

"This……"

Two generations of disciples, with a sullen face, subconsciously retreating toward the rear.

"Hey!"

The old man in the robes smiled and his right arm was light.

Between the two, there is also a disciple of the disciples, the neck burst and the head flies.

"Ah...this...how is this possible!" The only remaining disciple of the last generation was shocked.

(End of this chapter)