Chapter 1391 (1/2)

”Don't worry, big brother will be OK. When my elder brother comes back, the east away from Chihuang can't jump up. Then what kind of bright god's court will be rampant for a long time!”

Said a fat man, with a broad robe over his body, his abdomen bulging, and the flesh on his neck stacked like waves.

He was Hao Biao. He had made a vow to recognize his elder brother. Over the years, he had been laughing for his choice.

But over the years, Hao Biao was also worried from his heart, but he firmly believed that his elder brother would surely be safe and sound. With his ferocious character, the day when he returned to Zhongzhou would surely be the time of misfortune for Guangming temple, and now there is another Chihuang from the East.

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At night, at the top of the mountain, the moon is dim, the stars are shining, the moon is dark and the stars are bright.

But at the moment, the surrounding mountains, space solidification for no reason, the lack of strength and cultivation, simply can not foot.

At the top of the mountain, inside the tent, the light was soft, just like the day.

At the moment, there are no less than 200 figures sitting upright in the hall, and some middle-aged people with strong breath can only stand behind.

At the front of the tent was a row of talented young men and women.

There are some old women and old people, but they are not old people.

Jiuchongling, Jiang Ruolin, anlingjun, Zhu Xue, nameless, Mingrong, Yinling, shuiruohan and other young people in Zhongzhou are all listed at the moment.

These favored people gather together, each has its own spirit!

In the old rows of old figures, Jinpeng Zun of the ancient Tianzong and the ancient Qingyang elder are among them.

The old way of long island of the big round religion and the elder of Xiandu gate are also included.

At the moment, the most eye-catching thing is a young man with golden hair and red robe on the chair in the center of the tent. The invisible aura that permeates his body is more powerful than that of the nine spirits, Zhu Xue and Shen Ling.

Even at the moment, facing many of the older generation's strongmen, such as Jinpeng Zun and Gu Qingyang elder, the young man is also facing them directly. He still has a sense of pride in his eyes.

He is Dongli Chihuang, the reincarnated son of the Dalan cult, and the leader of the Zhongzhou Jingxie alliance. Recently, he was famous in Zhongzhou and spread to Kyushu, like a rising sun!

The atmosphere in the whole tent is somewhat groundless, and many eyes are complicated.

There are also old people, old women with closed eyes, light and light, like everything around, and it has not had much relationship.

Such as Jinpeng Zun, his eyes are closed at the moment, leaning on the back seat, and his breath is calm.

Looking at the numerous figures in the tent, Chihuang left no trace in her eyes. Then the voice spread and said, ”ladies and gentlemen, tomorrow is the last time. The world and the wasteland will block the army of our alliance. It is evil. We should have a result tonight.”

”I'm afraid it's someone else who has ulterior motives. The Alliance Army has absolute strength and can clean up the evil spirits as soon as possible. But if you delay and deliberately let the evil spirits enter the wasteland, you just want to take the opportunity to enter the wasteland and attack the world and the wasteland.”