After a while, the Prince Motian became more and more angry, and couldn’t help but look up to the sky and roar: “Ah, ah, ah! Ye Changge, this seat is incompatible with you!!!”
“Oh”
At this moment, a voice entered his ears.
The prince of the devil suddenly froze.
He turned his head with difficulty, and found that Ye Ling was standing behind him, looking at him like a smile.
“…”
I am most afraid of the sudden silence in the air.
Nima doesn’t play like this! 263 “What did you just say”
Ye Ling asked him with a chuckle.
“I said… ah, no, no, I didn’t say anything.”
The face of Prince Mo Tian changed into many colors in an instant, and it looked like a Peking Opera face change.
In the end, he squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying, and asked Ye Ling, “King Changge, I don’t know what else is going on here?”
“It’s nothing, I forgot to ask you just now, what is the spell that drives the spear of the Underworld God?”
“Ah, for this trivial matter, why should King Changge go personally.”
Prince Mo Tian didn’t dare to say anything, and quickly told Ye Ling the spell.
Ye Ling nodded, then turned around again and disappeared.
Leaving Prince Mo Tian standing alone for a long time, his expression was complicated and his face flushed red.
“Ye Changge, I…”
He wanted to roar again.
But as soon as he uttered the four words this time, Prince Motian stopped abruptly, and he couldn’t escape the words that followed:
Mad, that guy won’t suddenly appear again, forget it, just in case, don’t talk.
——Recommend a novel by a friend – I have raised [-] million Kunpeng in the fantasy.
The author’s grades in each book are very good, and the new book can naturally be expected. Readers can go and read it when you have nothing to do.
Chapter [-]: God’s Ancestor
The prince of the devil is obviously thinking a lot.
Ye Ling didn’t have the time to play games with a weak chicken like him.
At this moment, he is sitting in his car, rushing in the direction of Xuantian Holy Land. . . .
At the same time, in Xuantian Holy Land.
After a few months, Shen Wudao once again changed its radiance.
At this moment, not only has he escaped from the tight confinement, but his cultivation has also broken through to the realm of the gods, and behind him there is an old ancestor of the emperor as a backer.
The decadence was swept away, and the spirit was lifted again.
Even if Shen Wudao’s power is still far behind Ye Ling’s, he has already recovered a bit of his former arrogance.
“Wait, Ye Changge, you are just a little bit ahead.”
At the top of Wudao Peak, Shen Wudao’s eyes are full of fighting spirit, his eyes are staring at the Tianling Peak in the center without blinking, and the momentum is soaring to the sky.
In his heart, he imagined Ye Ling’s surprise when he saw him again.
That look must be interesting.
“You think I’m just going to die in silence like this.”
“impossible!”
“It’s hard to say who that position belongs to right now.”
“I still have a chance!”
He roared inwardly, his hands clenched into fists.
At this moment, a voice suddenly entered his ears.
“No way, come to me.”
“Yes, Grandpa.”
Hearing that, Shen Wudao quickly retracted his gaze and hurried towards the back mountain forbidden area.
When he arrived at the place, he discovered that not only God Wenlong, but also the ancestors of their God family were here at the moment.
Seeing this, Shen Wudao hurriedly bowed.
“Old Ancestor, Grandpa.”
“Don’t be too polite.”
“Yes.”
