At this moment, whether it’s a mortal or a practitioner,
Whether it’s Xianmen, Buddhism or Magic Gate.
Whether it’s the demon race or the nine fierce races.
All the people in the wild mainland noticed the eleven golden characters on the top of their heads!
The world is shaking!
"What is this?"
"What is it that Mahayana Bodhisattva made a noise?"
"It seems to come from the real place!"
The wild continent is boiling
Many mortals don’t kneel and pray for fear of disaster.
"I’m a barren warrior, and I’ve got half of the Wu Jing in the last five thousand years, so that all the people in heaven can practice and become immortals!"
Just then, an old sound spread from the middle
Sumo is whispering in the stone cemetery, but his voice is blessed with eleven golden characters!
Bailianmen
A series of figures broke through the abode of fairies and immortals and descended in the middle school.
The first person is a hundred smelting gate fire power!
"This is …"
I was so angry that I looked shocked and unbelievable. I looked at the sky and trembled. "Has he succeeded in standing?"
Dimly discernible peak
Old crane, Nianqi and many other monks of Zongmen also appeared at the same time and looked up.
"Gong has succeeded!"
Nianqi clenched his fists and looked happy.
In the palace of Dazhou
Ji Yaoxue and Xiao Ning stood side by side and looked excited.
pingyang town
Tao Yao tilted his head and blinked his eyes in the courtyard and thought, "So Gong is coming back?"
"Who is Arakawa?"
Many Pingyang town mortals asked curiously.
"I heard that Huangwu is our town Su Ergong!"
"Ah, it’s him!"
"Su Ergong, is this for us mortals to practice?"
"Write it down quickly!"
Many mortals stared at eleven golden characters in the middle school.
At the same time, all the super-clans, immortals, Buddhists, and magic gates have made great achievements, and many half-ancestors have appeared!
"It’s a waste of time to stand on the road!"
"Isn’t this kind of outstanding move actually completed by a younger generation?"
Some people are shocked and skeptical.
Xuanjigong
A slightly fat Taoist priest danced excitedly and shouted, "Old man, come out and see if Brother Su succeeded!"
"Stop arguing. I’m watching."
A figure appeared in the void and gradually solidified.
The old man wore a folding fan in his hand and looked at the golden characters in the sky with a dignified look. "If this half of the" Wu Jing "is as the wild Wu said, this is the immortal merit of Fuze!"
Chapter one thousand two hundred and fifteen Nine changes in budo!