Chapter 1648: 8 elders

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Zi Yan did not listen to their arguments, nor did they know what the soul guards are all about.

Ba Li led the way, and the tomb was still in front. Zi Yan walked side by side with the python and soon came to the discussion hall.

The so-called parliamentary hall is actually a large wooden house. It is very spacious. There is a rectangular wooden table in the middle of the wooden house. There are five meters in the middle and dozens of wooden chairs in two rows.

Here, like the small village where the mortal people live in Tianwu, all the buildings are wooden, which cannot be said to be grand and solemn, but the victory is natural, and the wood itself exudes a faint fragrance, which makes people feel transparent and comfortable.

In the Chamber of Deputies, there are eight elderly people who are discussing things. There are six old people and two old ladies. They have been standing and have not sat down. Some of them are emotionally excited.

Seeing the tomb of the dragon that appeared, the eight people who turned back were all stunned, and the old face appeared on the wrong color.

"The patriarch, you are back." An old man looked at the tomb in disbelief.

The dragon tomb nodded and said: "Yes, Zhou, I am back."

"It’s the patriarch, it’s really the patriarch’s return.” The old voice was full of excitement, and the old man’s trembled forward was delighted.

The tomb guard was also called by Uncle Uncle, his mouth was sweet, his face was a childlike smile.

The tomb guard is very young. These people are very old. It is said that the grandmother is called the grandmother, but he is crying in the uncle, which makes the purple a little weird.

However, it can be seen that these elderly people are very fond of guarding the tomb.

The old man named Wang Bo, who was defended by the wood, quickly discovered the anomaly of keeping the tomb. He was shocked and said: "The patriarch, how did you fall?"

During the conversation, the old man’s eyes shot two brilliant eyes. First, he passed the python and then fell on the purple scorpion. He accidentally said: "You should fall because of this intruder. You have accepted him as a soul. guard."

In the eyes of the old man, the light disappeared and his expression became kind again. It seems that because of the reason of keeping the tomb, he even looked at the eyes of the old man with the old man, just like the elders were looking at the younger generation.

The other elderly people are also looking up and down with purple eyes, with good intentions in their eyes.

At this moment, I heard that the soul guards the four characters, and the purple brow can't help but wrinkle.

"No, even if it is a soul guard, it should not fall into the seven realms. This should be one of the soul guards. It seems that the potential is not bad." The fine light in the eyes of Zhou Yan disappeared.

"Little guy, what is your name." Wang Bo asked Zi Zi, very kind.

"Purple." Zi Yan said slowly.

"Well, yes." Wang Bo nodded with satisfaction: "As an intruder, you can become a soul guard of Xiaomu. This is also your creation. Your loyalty has no need to be tested. Then you must protect Xiaomu."

"Faithfulness, test, protection." Zi Yan frowned, looking back at the tomb.

Looking at the eyes of Zi Yan, and apologizing for a smile, this turned and said: "You misunderstood, he is Zi Zi, my friend, not a soul guard."

The words fell, the old people who were very kind and very kind, but they all burst out with sharp and sharp light. They all looked like they were dying, but now they are full of strong atmosphere. Like a savage beast that only wakes up.

In the eyes of an old man, flashing the cold murder, he said rudely: "Xiamu, you can remember the ancestral training."

The grave guard said with a smile: "Liu Bo, listen to me."

The old man barely shook his head and said indifferently: "There is no need to explain. The ancestral training is the ancestral training. The intruder is here, either dead or enslaved. He refines and devotes the gods, just as we take the opportunity to enslave him."

The whole body also nodded: "Yes, now we are joint shots, still able to enslave him, the invaders are not qualified to come to us, this is the ancestral training, but also the rules."

Listening to the voices of these old people who were filled with indignation, listening to the slamming of the voice, and screaming, the purple scorpion did not have any excessive behavior, just... turned his eyes.

That's right, it's just rolling over.

Because these old people, the breath of the whole body, only eight, not the eight peaks, not the middle and late eight, but the first eight, barely stabilize the eight realms.

This kind of existence, let alone only eight, even if it comes to eighteen, twenty-eight, Zi Yan will still turn his eyes.

In the face of this gaze's cold gaze, the purple scorpion has no pressure at all, and even can easily look around. The Wang Bo, staring at the purple eyes, indifferently said: "The kid, at this moment of life and death. , make your choice."

Zi Zi took a look at the old man, and then looked at the tomb, the latter spread his hand, the current said very helpless.

Zi Yan nodded and said that he would like to know, and then he also spread his hand to the old man: "It doesn't matter."

Wang Bo was angry, his eyebrows were upside down, and the other seven were angry. His eyes flashed, and one of the old men shouted: "Ba Li, take him."

I thought that the other party had to do it directly. Who knows that he first called people, which made the purple eyes look awkward.

Ba Li stayed outside and heard the sound and rushed in.

The unskilled wooden house, under the violent breath of Baal, began to shake.

"Death." Baal screamed and took the axe to the purple scorpion.

The axe shines and the wooden house trembles.

The former old man, wanting to say it again, he intended to let Ba Li hold the other side, and did not mean to kill, but the two people are in the same realm. If the intruder can't stop even one blow, it is not worthy of being a soul guard. Death will die.

Thinking this way, the old man did not speak.

Then the axe fell, and the axe could still see the sneer that Baal mapped on it.

The purple scorpion lifts the palm, gently pushes it, and the golden light between the palms is surging.

The big axe slammed and hit the purple palm, but like hitting a wall, a soft and strong contradictory wall, his ten-fold power was instantly resolved, and at the same time there was a powerful The power of the earthquake is transmitted from the palm of the invader in front to the big axe.

A stronger energy surge is like a wave of violent.

"Peng."

A shock, Ba Li flew out from the door.

The swaying wooden house stopped vibrating because of the departure of Baal, but Baal had just had the power contained in the powerful blow, but he did not know where to go.

Ba Li lost a move, which made a bunch of old men very wrong, but then one by one is gratified nod, Ba Li's combat power, has been regarded as the leader in the same rank among the tribe, and the intruder can easily defeat him, Obviously, it has a good potential. It is not bad for such a person to guard the patriarch as a soul.

Ba Li fell to the ground and tried to stand up again, but without success, he was shocked and angry, and made a loud roar.

"Viper, take him." Still the old man, once again shouted.

The python screamed and then pointed at his own wound and said: "Elders, I am full of injuries now, not suitable for playing."

The old man looked at the python with a disgusting look. He was very dissatisfied. Obviously, in this situation, it was equivalent to sweeping his face and morale.

Ba Li can't stand up, the python can't play. In addition to the intruders in the chamber, there are eight elders and patriarchs. At this moment, of course, the patriarchs can't go to war. So the eight elders look at each other and keep their eyes on them. communicate with.

You don't have to guess that Zi Yan knows what they mean in their eyes, that is, who is going to play first. Obviously, it is difficult to make a quick decision in the coming and going.

Some of the impatience of the purple scorpion, said in the previous step: "I say a few, time is limited, you still come together."

"presumptuous."

"court death."

All kinds of drinking sounded again, and then the strength of the eight people was violent. The wooden house that had just stabilized again trembled again. This time, in the face of the impact of many forces, the wooden house has reached the edge of collapse.

The guarding of the tomb was very helpless. I looked at the eight elders who were excited. Only one energy was played to protect the whole wooden house.

An old man rushed toward the purple scorpion, and the whole body swayed with powerful energy. Unfortunately, this energy seems to be very mighty, but it does not enter the purple eyes.

The purple scorpion slowly pushes forward, just blocking the attack of the old man.

The energy collided, there was no shock wave, only a dull shock.

"Peng."

The old man who stepped on the wooden chair over the long table, went back again, and sat on the wooden chair with a slammed inertia. The wooden chair slipped back a few meters until the wooden wall stopped.

The old man was on the long table, and his body rushed toward the purple scorpion. In her hand, she had a long sword and a sword on her body. It was a faint dragon. Obviously this was a dragon material. Refined weapons.

The cold light flashed, and the long sword was purple.

However, when the tip of the sword was one centimeter away from the purple scorpion, it suddenly stopped. The blade was pinched by the **** of the purple scorpion, and the sword couldn’t move forward.

The old man looked at the purple incredulously.

The purple enamel smiled, the **** forced, the golden light flashed, the old man was unstable and regressed. One foot was on the long table, and the figure fell directly on a wooden chair. Then the wooden chair slipped back and reached the wall.

"Hey." "Hey." "Hey."

Three people rushed to the purple sable, and the purple scorpion expression remained unchanged~www.readwn.com~ The golden light of the whole body was surging. He shot three times in an instant, and the three old man's body shape flew out.

How did the three come, and how to return, after falling on the wooden chair, was brought to the wall by a force, alongside the other two elderly people.

Eight people immediately lost five people, leaving the last three, including Wang Bo and the Zhou Wei, their angry face, now full of shock.

"Come on, not bad for you three." Zi Yan chuckled.

"Hurricane."

"Being dead."

The three of them drank again and rushed toward the purple sable.

As the purple eyes flashed around, how did the three come back, then sit back in the chair.

After the eight people were completely side by side, Zi Zi was only a few steps forward. He pressed his hand on the long table and looked at the eight elderly people who were shocked. He said: "Several seniors, this result is satisfactory."

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