One force after another responded.

Soon everyone was shouting loudly and willing to deal with the heavenly court together.

The evil ancestor showed a sinister smile on his face, and he was extremely satisfied.

If there are so many strong people here, it would be ridiculous if they can still be easily killed by the Heavenly Court.

At this time, Daoxi began to quickly register the names of old antiques.

The four princes of the royal family all had heavy hearts and looked at each other.

"Heavenly Court, they really dare to show up..."

The fourth prince whispered.

"I will die in three days...Who is this talking about? Are you talking about the leader or all of us?"

The Seventh Prince's eyes were calm.

The deeds of the Heavenly Court are too amazing. From the beginning of their birth to the present, they have done everything they have done, one by one, one by one.

They said that they would die in three days, and that would definitely die within three days.

I just don’t know who died?

If it is the leader, it would be terrible.

If it were everyone, it would be even more terrifying.

"Forget it, let's not ask too much. It's best to stay out of this matter..."

The third prince whispered.

Now the Alien Alliance has exceeded their control, and all the arrivals are old antiques and old perverts, and the depth of strength is unimaginable.

There is only one Taoist evil in the royal family, which can't intimidate all the heroes at all, so they have already lost the idea of ​​fighting for the leader and just want to be a guest minister. But now that the Heavenly Court appears, cursing them to die for three days, these princes immediately don't even want to get involved in the guest minister.

The evil ancestor looked at the small crystal sword the size of a thumb in his hand again.

Is this thing under control?

He was about to take it to the residence and later use a magical artifact to take a look.

Time is slow.

Sunset in the west.

The sky began to darken.

The many forces in the square frowned quickly.

Do they have to stand here for three days?

This is too unimpressive.

Moreover, standing here stupidly for three days also seemed to be really afraid of Heaven.

The Evil Ancestor soon noticed this scene and said sinisterly: "Everyone, if the people in the court have not appeared yet, you will feel aggrieved for a while and barely settle down around you. After these three days, we will continue to select and decide on the guardian and elders!"

Everyone responded one after another.

As long as you can get to the point, it is better than standing stupidly for three days.

Immediately, many forces began to disperse quickly.

Qi Yun's spiritual consciousness glanced around him and ordered the demons around him, saying, "Let's go, we'll find a place to stay!"

The Blood-robed Ancestor and others nodded slightly and retreated silently.

Not far away.

The eyes of the Red Lotus Holy Monk were still firing on Qi Yun's body, revealing a trace of deep and meaningful light.

The cold poison in his body had been forced by him a lot of force. At this moment, his strength had recovered by about 60% or 70%. He could not help but feel a little relieved and wanted to find a strong person to replenish it.

When the Red Lotus Holy Monk's eyes swept over, Qi Yun's spiritual consciousness suddenly discovered the other party, and his heart was chilling, and his murderous intent surged.

The thief monk is still staring at him!

He took a light breath and left quickly.

Soon, a group of people returned to the tent.

"Everyone, I will be in seclusion for two days next. You are waiting outside. No one is allowed to approach. If someone comes, he will say I'm out. Do you know?"

Qi Yun whispered.

"Don't worry, lord, I'll know!"

The blood robe ancestor said.

"Yeah, go out!"

Qi Yun said.

The Blood-robed Ancestor and others immediately withdrew from the tent gently.

After seeing everyone retreating, Qi Yun turned around and entered the holy land space.

In the holy land space.

He grabbed the palm of his hand, took out the book [The Book of Transformation], quickly opened it, cut his fingers, and wrote it on it.

"Old lewd monk, you are seeking death by yourself, but I'm not a big deal."

Qi Yun whispered in his heart.

Brush brush.

Soon, a name appeared.

The Holy Monk of Red Lotus!

After writing it, Qi Yun frowned.

Is this the real name of the lustful monk?

Will you write something invalid?

Qi Yun thought for a moment, immediately waved his finger, and wrote it a few more times.

Brush brush.

I wrote it three times.

Qi Yun closed the Book of Transformation again and solemnly put it away. Then he began to build a earth platform in the holy land space to prepare for all the matters of [Book of Nail Head Seven Arrows].

How powerful is this great master of the previous life? He can finally try it now.

You should know that Zhao Gongming is as powerful as he has only survived for twenty-one days. The natives of this world are afraid that even Zhao Gongming's finger is better than them for three days.

…

It was getting darker outside.

All forces have set up tents.

The tantrums of turmoil were crowded together, and at first glance, they were densely packed.

People from every power have left strong people to patrol around, and some strong people have planted curses nearby. Once anyone approaches, they will instantly sense it.

far away.

A red petal fell silently, crossing most tents, landing among a grass, turning into a monk wearing a red lotus robe and a fat head and big ears.

The monk's eyes flashed, he quietly stared at Qi Yun's tent, a thought-provoking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his body turned into a red petal again, surging silently.

But at this moment.

However, the petal seemed to be suddenly affected by mysterious power. It suddenly trembled in the middle, fell from mid-air with a clatter, and turned into the appearance of the Red Lotus Holy Monk.

After the monk fell to the ground, he immediately looked surprised and a little incredible. He obviously didn't understand what was going on.

He just felt a chill on his spine, and he shivered a few uncontrollably, and then fell down.

After the monk fell, he still felt a little uncomfortable on the back of his neck. He looked suspicious and touched it with his palm, but his face was soon stunned.

wrong.

This doesn't feel right.

Why is it so furry on the back?

Also, how can the palms feel difficult to stretch.

The old lewd monk looked at his palm, his eyes fell, his eyes widened and his horror appeared, as if he had been a ghost.

His originally white right hand had turned into a fat pig's trotter.

Not only did the right hand change, but the arms, belly, thighs, and the rest of the body became fleshy, which was several times more swelling than before, and turned into pig's trotters, pig's belly, and pig's legs.

Even hair grows on pig legs.

The old lewd monk was frightened directly.
To be continued...