Chapter 1333: Difficult

The first chapter of the three hundred and thirty-three chapters

If Qin Qi is a human being, then he is in front of a human race in front of so many bloodlines of the Mozu, I am afraid that the face of his surname is thrown away.

As for Qin Qi is a person or a devil.

I am afraid no one believes that Qin Qi is an individual.

This breath, such magic, and let the magic blood come from the instinctive vibration.

These are the unique characteristics of the Mozu, and it is impossible to make mistakes.

Qin Qi is the Titan Protoss, and they come from the same source of blood!

Qin Qi did not stop, directly crossed the past from the top prince, step by step to poetry.

Wherever passed, the Mozu automatically retired and gave way.

This is the respect for the superior demons.

Obviously, they recognized the identity of the Qin Qi Mozu.

For the Mozu, it is very simple to distinguish between the upper and lower positions. The suppression of the magic is natural and almost impossible to cross.

Since Qin Qi let their instinctive fear and surrender, then Qin Qi, must be the same as the blood of the twelve clan, enough to gain respect.

There are a lot of Dajun clan's demons who want to come out, just to see the tragic ending of the previous one, can't help but hesitate.

This goes down and there is no use other than making Qin Qi look stronger.

"Young Master!" The poetry eyes are bright.

She is of course worried about Qin Qi, but Qin Qi really appeared, but her heart was excited.

Moreover, she believes Qin Qi most, since Qin Qi has appeared, then it must be the best choice.

So she walked out of the shrine at the foot of Mount Olympus and stood on the huge grandstand.

Here, there are twelve statues that stand tall and unparalleled, and the top of the shrine is a statue that is more stalwart than the twelve statues.

However, I can't see the statue's appearance, as if the mist is shrouded, that is, the Maharaja, I don't want to wear it.

At the moment when the poem came out, the statue began to radiate a powerful force to suppress the entire heaven.

All the blood of the Mozu people have been touched, and that is the suppression of the descendants of the blood source!

The same is true of the strong people of the Twelve clan, who are in the same color and half-shouldered in poetry.

Outside the mountains, countless Mozushan mountains and the tsunami-like cheers, all half a sigh of relief, paying tribute to the poetry and poetry!

This is the Mozu ceiling.

The power of the first ancestor!

Poetry does not look at these people.

Through the efforts and experience of the past year, she knows what kind of qualities she should have as a smallpox. She can't be timid and can't panic.

If it was before, she would have let these stand up, don't lie.

But now, she doesn't.

She does not need to be approachable.

She is a smallpox, she should be on the top, standing at the top of all the demons!

Otherwise, it will make people look down.

The poem stood there, suppressing the excitement in his heart and watching Qin Qi step by step.

This time, she will definitely protect her young master!

"A human race has become a Titan protoss. It is ridiculous. This is a lie. How can it be made true!" McLean stood behind and bit his teeth.

Although he is the first successor of the Zeus clan, but on such occasions, he is still not qualified to stand by the ceiling.

Can only be half-squatted at the back.

On his side, there are Qing Litian and others. At this moment, they look different, hot, revered, jealous and thoughtful.

"He is a man or a devil. We said it is not counted. Only the Highness can decide." Qing Litian was indifferent.

She stared at the shadow of the distant and near, the human being who had been against him several times, and the light in his eyes continued to beat.

Of course, she does not want Qin Qi to enter the Tianyuan, but even if she is higher than McLean, but this time, she is not able to speak.

However, Qing Litian knows that there are more people who don't want Qin Qi to come than they think.

At least the Zeus clan is absolutely unwilling.

Whether it is the level of smallpox or the level of Titan, they do not want to see Qin Qi alive.

So, wait and see, it’s not so easy to join the Mozu!

Qin Qi went to the temple and went to poetry.

Far away, he saw the little girl standing under the statue.

Oh, it’s not a little girl.

Nowadays, the poetry has become a beautiful woman. This is the beauty of the embryo, and the blood of the ancestors of the Mozu, even on the road of high value.

I am afraid that in a few years, a little more mature taste, it is worth comparing with the Empress of the Night.

The girl at that time, the soft and weak little girl, became the most noble saint of the Mozu, and it is really dramatic.

but.

At the beginning, I would come to Tianyuan to find her.

Although the process has some twists and turns, even if he rebelled against the Terran, he could only come to find poetry and seek shelter.

However, he is coming after all.

Come back to the little maid who was around.

Get back, he came to this world, the first family!

"Poetry, I am coming!" Qin Qi walked up the steps of the ladder.

Going, poetry.

"There are people to stop!" But it was a cold scream, and the thunder roared and turned into a barrier, which was blocked in front of Qin Qi.

Matthew finally couldn't stand it.

This time the arrangement was really rushed and gave Qin Qi an opportunity.

But that is also an opportunity, Qin Qi may not be able to grasp.

In this case, they naturally cannot easily put Qin Qi in.

"Matthew Zeus, what are you going to do?" The poetry eyes squinted slightly, and the smallpox marks on the forehead seemed to be resurrected.

The three petals were rotated, and the supreme pressure that was emanating, that is, Matthew, who was a quasi-jun, felt a lot of suppression.

Poetry is still young, and the realm is far from the quasi-jun, but it has already had such a power.

The power of the ancestors is really not comparable to their differentiated blood.

However, poetry is still not strong enough. After a while, she may be able to suppress Matthew, but now, not yet.

"His Royal Highness, he is a human race. He once remembered that I was a saint of the saints in the autumn. The blood of the Holy Blood in his hands is inexhaustible!"

"If there is no such thing, most of the territory of the human race has already fallen into the hands of my saints. His sins are unforgivable!"

"Now, he even faked the people of my saints and tried to enter Mount Olympus. It is a great shame for my saints!"

"I, Matthew Zeus, the blood of the King of God is flowing in the body. I don't think it is easy to be a noble mountain. It is tainted by such a human!"

"I am asking your Highness, let me kill this human!" Matthew sighed.

It is not difficult to spread the sound throughout the world with his cultivation.

The Mozus gathered here have all heard clearly, and those who do not know the truth, have shown amazed expression.

This turned out to be a human race?

And this point, it is impossible to conceal, after all, who participated in the demons of the demons, who have not seen the Qin Qi one person to defend the country?

However, how can humans have the atmosphere of the Mozu, this kind of breath is absolutely impossible to do.

The massive Mozu, began to stir up.

How can a human being enter the holy mountain!

Moreover, it is still a human being filled with the blood of fellow men!

Seeing this situation, those surnames belonging to the Zeus clan, or the Apollo clan, began to inspire the magic around them, wanting to form a general trend.

It is a poem, he stands at the top of the steps.