Wu Po Jiuxiao

The man named Samsara smiled more and more bitterly, and the words of these people were actually talking about killing and those bronze martial artists. If Ye Fantian was here, he could definitely determine the identity of the other party.

These people are clearly members of the Disha 36 Hall and Tiansha 72 Demon Realm in the Dark Martial Arts League. Naturally, they can clearly understand from the other party's tone that at this time they have not yet known that this Dao Sha has already been killed by the other party. It was crushed.

"Nine Twist Universiade Formation... that is the information that I deduced after more than 100 years, and it took me a lot of effort to collect the water of the abyss. I am more anxious than you. "

Samsara's face became serious, then he stared at Hanmei and Agni and said:

"Hallmaster Hanmei, Lord Raging Fire, Lord Mingyue, and Lord Qiyao, you should know what we are going to do this time? If we get the soul of the Lord of the Demon Palace, Mo Tian, ​​it will be enough to open the Demon Palace." Treasures, even if you get the corpse of Motian, you can devour the soul of the other party even more urgently. That is the soul of the Martial God level. Once swallowed, our strength will definitely increase exponentially. However, risks are necessary. The Abyssal Demon Vein has a history of tens of millions of years. Let me ask, who can guarantee that with the water of the Abyss, you can sit back and relax? Even if it is as terrifying as Motian After entering it, all the warriors at the martial arts level fell because of this. You should also admit this. Risks and benefits exist with each other, and we can't just push back because we didn't get what we wanted. In my case, it seems a bit unfair to me."

Samsara's tone had begun to become a little dignified, and it was obvious that he had become a little angry while speaking.

"Okay, okay, Liehuo, please say a few words to me, everyone has something wrong with this matter, and it is true that you can't blame everything on Samsara."

The person who spoke was a middle-aged man with long blue hair that was really eye-catching, and this person was the Lord Mingyue. After hearing the words of the Lord Mingyue, the other masters could not help but reluctantly nodded. , only the Qiyao Palace Master never spoke, but looked down at the cup in his hand, as if he was thinking about something.

"Qi Yao, what's wrong with you?"

Everyone asked hurriedly.

Hearing everyone's inquiries, Qi Yao slowly raised his head, and a mysterious face appeared in front of everyone. This person has good features and is very handsome, but the expression on the other party's face is a little stiff , and in the looming light in this hall, enough to see the other party's arc seems to be somewhat similar to Ye Fantian's father, Ye Fantian, and Ye Rou...

"fine……"

There was a kind of resistance in the faint words, it seemed that this person had some unspeakable words, but several people were used to the character of Qiyao Palace Master who was not good at words, so after shaking their heads for a while, they continued Discuss.