"Ding!"
"Congratulations to the player'Qin Tian' killing'Murong Hong' for gaining 1,200,000,000 experience, 1,090,000 qigong value, and 89,000 survival value..."
"Congratulations to the player'Qin Tian' for obtaining an'Immortal Supreme Core'..."
"Congratulations to the player'Qin Tian' for obtaining the'White Tiger Bloodline'..."
"Congratulations to the player'Qin Tian' for obtaining the'White Tiger Wings'..."
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A series of prompt sounds of the system are endless. Qin Tian's heart is upset, with unspeakable excitement, Murong Hong of the immortal supreme pinnacle realm, the ancestor of the Baihu clan, none of the things he exploded is rubbish, all of them are looking at. Good things that are hard to find in the entire holy world.
Just now, a punch penetrated Murong Hong's chest, and the power of Pangu's bloodline continuously spread from his fists, rushing directly to the Sea Yuanshen.
There was a loud bang.
A fist smashed Murong Hong's soul, and his body died, his form vanished, and his god also vanished.
"My goodness."
"The power of the Pangu bloodline is simply too bad."
Thinking back to the punch just now, Qin Tian couldn't help crying out in excitement. He had never experienced the kind of power he had never experienced before. He had never thought that the power of the bloodline could be so powerful. Now he finally knows which ones. Why doesn't Shengzong accept disciples who don't have talented bloodlines.
The gap is really not one and a half, it's too big.
"Hiss..."
Putting away his right fist, Qin Tian's face paled, and the bones on his entire arm were all shattered. The power of Pangu bloodline was very strong, but the defense power of the strong shield composed of Muronghong's white tiger bloodline and the profound immortal divine power was very heavy. .
With a punch, his knuckles were shattered into powder almost instantly. At that time, the power of Pangu bloodline surged and hit Huanglong. Only then did Murong Hong be blasted to death with a punch. Qin Tian took a breath and felt lingering in his heart. , Then cast the "regeneration technique" and the right arm instantly recovered.
Looking at Murong Hong's corpse next to him, he smiled faintly and said, "No way, who told you to be the ancestor of the White Tiger tribe? You are unlucky."
Soon.
Qin Tian lifted Muronghong's corpse, dragged it to the entrance of the cave, and threw it into the sky above the White Tiger Palace. At the same time, Qin Tian's speed rose to the limit, and he fell back to the White Tiger Palace faster than the corpse. He still couldn't expose himself.
Just now the White Tiger Clan's forbidden land made such a big noise, the White Tiger Clan's powerhouse must have discovered something, and it must not be exposed at this time. Although Qin Tian is not afraid of anything, there are other three sacred beast families behind the White Tiger Clan.
Even if there is a gap between them, they are still allies. Besides, is the Baihu tribe an ancestor
If this is the case, why does Murong Yao compete for the position of the world master
The White Tiger Protoss is by no means that simple, Murong Yao must have a powerful back move.
The shadow of the shadows flickered and arrived in an instant.
Qin Tian quietly landed on the periphery of the hall. At this time, there was a lot of noise in the hall. The son Murongfeng smiled sullenly, and the cold air on his body became stronger. He was holding Meng Qiyan's hand with some uncles. Uncle makes a toast, and another quarter of an hour will be time for worship.
Then it was sent to the bridal chamber.
"Swish..."
"Boom..."
A harsh sound pierced the night sky, and a body in the courtyard outside the hall fell heavily and smashed a big pit. Everyone's hearts were stunned, and they all looked around. The first thing that responded was the housekeeper Murong Chong.
"Who?"
"Who dared to throw a corpse at the White Tiger Palace?"
Murong was furious, swept his eyes, angrily said, and immediately stepped forward and kicked the corpse away. Murong Hong's face was upturned, his face was deadly silent, and his eyes were staring wide with death, and there was no trace of breath under his body. .
"old… "
"Old... Old ancestors..."
"Oh my God!"
Suddenly.
Murong Chong made a sharp scream like a woman, his body was trembling constantly, his legs were soft and he was retreating and he couldn't believe everything in front of him. His face was very pale.
"Old... Old... Old ancestor is dead..."
"Boom!"
Murong Chong's words were like a bomb exploded in the White Tiger Palace, and the surroundings quickly calmed down. Murong Yao frowned and stepped out and fell heavily beside the corpse. When he looked at it, his body shook suddenly and his legs swayed. Suddenly fell to the ground, his pupils dilated, his hands trembled rapidly, and his lips trembled and said, "How could it... How could it? The ancestor... How could it be... Who? Who is it?"
Less than half a second.
Countless figures flew out from all over the palace, and saw Murong Yao sitting on the ground with a face full of vicissitudes of life, his eyes seemed to be dead, all the disciples of the Baihu tribe were taken aback, did not react at all, will the ancestor die
how is this possible
After cultivating for 50 million years, he has broken through the immortal supreme realm as early as tens of millions of years. The current cultivation base has reached the peak of the immortal supreme. Looking at the incomparable existence of the entire holy realm, who can kill him
And it was killed in one blow.
Apart from the world master, who can do it
"The ancestor is dead..."
"The ancestor is dead..."
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Weeping and crying, a lively happy event suddenly became a funeral of howling and crying. The change was so fast that Murong Feng was stunned in the same place, not knowing what to do, all the uncles and uncles in the hall left. In the yard, he knelt down heavily, and he was the only one who was still holding Meng Qiyan's little hand, his face was blue and white.
"how so?"
"who is it?"
"..."
Murong Yao stood up suddenly, his body suddenly released endless domineering, his eyes were twisted, the anger in his chest spurted out like an uncontrollable, the eye-pupil battle flashed with bloodshot eyes, extremely angry.
The old ancestor was the spiritual realm of the Baihu tribe, and now he was dead, like a big tree crashing down, and he would not be able to accept it for a while.
"how so?"
"Patriarch Murong, who is the opponent of Murong's seniors?"
"Yes, immortal supreme peak powerhouse, even if you give me 10,000 courage, you won't dare to move him."
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The crowd talked, and their hearts were faintly moved as they looked at Murong Yao's bloodshot eyes.
Murong Yao's cultivation is very advanced.
To become the patriarch of the White Tiger clan, the cultivation level is more than simple. At this moment, even if he wants the Sky Eye to spy on the past, Murong Hong is dead, and the conditions for activating the Sky Eye are not established. I don't know who killed him.
"My father..."
"The hour has come."
Murong Feng held Meng Qiyan'er's hand tightly, his feminine face turned pale. He also knew that his ancestors were extremely important, but for him now, marriage is the most important thing. The ancestors are already dead. Resurrect him.
Murong Yao glared coldly, raging to the sky.
"Murongfeng, when is it now?"
"The ancestors were all killed, and you still have the heart to get married. Do you have any ancestors in your heart?"
"That is, is your marriage important, or your ancestors?"
"so rude!"
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The Baihu people were angry, and Murong Feng's words made him even more angry. If it weren't for Murong Yao's son, they could even slap him a few times. At this time, they were still in the mood to get married. It was too presumptuous.
at this time.
Qin Tian said slightly: "The deceased is the big one. Now remarrying is the greatest disrespect to the deceased. Mr. Murong, let's put aside your marriage."
"Uh?"
Murong Feng's eyes were startled, and he stared at Qin Tian coldly, and said, "Fuck your mother's ass, what kind of green onion are you? I must get married today."
Immediately, the right hand gently exerted force.
Meng Qi Yan'er's hand was pinched with extreme pain, and her body trembled involuntarily.
"Yan'er."
"Come on, we are the husband and wife after we visit, hurry up, we don't care about them, we worship us..." Murong Feng said impatiently, his eyes flashed with a trace of enthusiasm, and with the feminine voice, the whole person looked completely Just a perverted old eunuch.
"Humph!"
Qin Tian stepped out, first glanced at Murong Yao, and then said: "This kind of unfilial son, if it were my son, I would slap him to death. I don't care about the death of my ancestor, and I still think about my own good things. It’s really sad for the Baihu tribe to have someone like you."
"you… "
Murong Feng shouted angrily, the breath on his body suddenly increased, his eyes tightly locked Qin Tian, and he said coldly: "Don't think that I am from the Longxiang Temple, I will not dare to move you, the Baihu clan is still out of your turn. Arrogant, believe it or not I want you to leave the palace today?"
"Shut up!"
Murong Yao suddenly yelled, stepped out, and his figure was like electricity, and instantly fell by Murong Feng's side, slapped violently, and cursed: "Bastard thing!"
"Snapped!"
A resounding slap in the face.
Murongfeng's cheeks immediately became red and swollen, and Murong Yao was very angry. He glanced at Qin Tian lightly, then he arched his hands and said loudly, "Let you all laughed. Today's ancestor was assassinated. That's it for today's marriage." Please forgive me for the poor reception, and please go back first. I will definitely make amends to you in the future, Murong Yao."
"Murong Patriarch's mourning."
"Sorry..."
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Some people in the crowd kept uttering regrets, shaking their heads and sighing, and there was another sight in their hearts, especially Qinglong, the elders of the Suzaku tribe, sneered, and slightly balanced their hearts about the death of their talented disciples.
"etc."
Qin Tian immediately drank and said, "I haven't worshipped heaven and earth yet, Miss Meng Qi is not yet the wife of Master Murong. In that case, I have to take her back to the Furong Garden first. I am worried..."
"you dare!"
Murongfeng stared at Qin Tian fiercely, and said, "She is also my wife without worshipping Tiandi. How old are you to interfere with the affairs of my White Tiger clan? How many heads do you have?"
While speaking, Lanhua's finger lightly pointed, irritating some people around who wanted to laugh but didn't dare to laugh.
Qin Tian said indifferently: "Patriarch Murong, as a friend of Meng Qi Yan'er, I have an obligation to ensure her safety. Your ancestors have been assassinated, and then let her be in the White Tiger Palace. I am worried that you will not be able to protect him, let alone now. Living in the palace before getting married, how do you let the world think about Meng Qiyan'er? How do you think about the Baihu tribe?"
"you… "
"The people that the White Tigers can't protect, can you protect them too?"
"What a joke."
Murong Feng sneered, and suddenly let go of Meng Qi Yan'er, an extremely cold breath suddenly released from his body.
Strong Yin Qi.
It was extremely cold, Murongfeng’s eyes were full of murderous intent...