Chapter 219: A Beautiful Life in Small Tiger

By using the body as a furnace, refining one's own body, he finally leaps and transforms into Xia Changqing, who has ten revolutions of Nirvana, his qi is indescribable.

Every move has a mysterious style that is beyond the Three Realms and is not in the Five Elements.

After the Saint of Qinglian noticed the clue, everyone at the scene began to whisper.

Xia Changqing did not explain too much about this, "What changes have happened during this prince's retreat?"

After about five months of retreat, Xia Changqing believed that when he was away, the battle for luck would never be calm.

As expected.

The Saint Luo Hua's daughter Tankou said lightly: "The name of the Black Heavenly Emperor is known to the world. Due to the power of the Heavenly Emperor, the prince, you have changed a lot and undercurrents have been surging ten months ago.

The geniuses in the lower reaches of the wasteland and the geniuses in the middle of the wasteland, regardless of whether they have contact or not, have already taken action together.

The Crown Prince still remembers that the Crown Prince has called on all the great imperial clans of the ancient clan to prepare to kill you together.”

Saint of Lingque added: "Your Highness the Crown Prince has really defeated the genius for a lifetime."

The slightest dot of the saint Qinglian's jaws indicates that the two saints are right, and that's the case.

Sometimes, jackals, tigers and leopards scattered in the mountains will instinctively cling to each other when they encounter an invasion from outside. How can we talk about the human genius in the battle for luck? The genius of the ancient genius.

"Okay! This prince wishes them to come together."

Smiling to the sky, Xia Changqing was so arrogant that he jumped to the sky with great might and shouted from the sky: "Let me hear it all, I am the Emperor of Heaven!

Anyone who wants to hunt down the Emperor of Heaven can come and die.

But if you have to think clearly, when you come to this Emperor, can stand firm and take the long sword. If you don’t have the courage, don’t seek death.”

The sound was like a bell, rippling with shocking stones, the domineering aura of ancient and modern times, and the tide spread to the world hundreds of miles away, and then passed through ten or ten times.

"Damn it! This Prince of Daxia is too arrogant!"

"Fight with him!"

"He is more than a genius in the wilderness! Why is he so crazy? Isn't he just relying on a magic trick that deprives people of mana? Fight alone, there are so many geniuses who can kill him in this battle of luck!"

"It's time for the Prince of Daxia to pay the price for his arrogance!"

A few days later, all the geniuses of human race and the geniuses of the ancient race who heard Xia Changqing's declaration were furious and indignant.

And under a certain sky.

There are tens of thousands of young figures gathered here, densely packed, all over the mountains.

The leading young man was the son of the Wang family, one of the Changsheng family in the downstream of the wasteland. There were also the princes and daughters of the ancient Qin Dynasty and the peerless genius of the ancient great sects.

"Xia Changqing, you take the sword of immortality in the royal family's handed down emperor weapon! Kill the emperor lord of the ancient Qin Dynasty!

Plunder the methods of passing on the world of ancient religions!

After coming to this battle of luck, he poisoned all geniuses, and every matter was not to be punished!

If you are brave enough, come to the battle! My son of the Wang family, Wang Tianming, is waiting for your arrival here!"

Under the other sky.

Riding over a white tiger, Sheng Wudi, who was carrying an unparalleled and peerless posture, looked at the end of the world with his eyes like torches.

He inspires all over his body to make a roar that resounds through the sky; "My Holy Clan is one of the four ancient immortal blood clans traveling in the wasteland.

Outside the ancient tomb of the Emperor, Xia Changqing, you, with the power of immortal objects, killed the thirteen saintly giants of my holy clan. This hatred is irreconcilable, and I, the Invincible, must let you pay your blood debts and blood!”

...

Xia Changqing, who received the challenge from the son of the Wang family and the Holy Holy Clan, smiled coldly and ignored him.

He was not afraid of any genius in this battle of luck, but it did not mean that he would fall into the trap. He knew how many people the other party had ambushed.

Take a step back and say that if Xia Changqing stands in the Divine Fire Realm today, even if it is just the Heavenly Man Realm, even if millions of geniuses are encircling him together, he can tear him apart.

But Xia Changqing has only been reborn in the ten turns today. He can repeatedly kill the human genius at the level of the God Fire Realm and the ancient genius rely on the ability of two immortal kings to deprive his magic power.

...

In the Holy Land of Yaochi.

The sky is as clear as the sky, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful.

In the Peach Garden, a girl of eight or nine years old, who was as lively and cute as an elf, holding a peach in her hand, and showing off to a group of girls in Yaochi who were wandering between five and nine years old under the tree while gnawing.

"My prince brother is invincible in the world, so he will treat me well! Whoever you bully us in the future will tell me the name of prince brother, which will work."

The girls first looked at each other, and then their eyes glowed with envy.

Xia Xiaohao became more and more proud. In just over two years, she had made friends with all the female disciples aged five to ten in the Yaochi Holy Land.

Everyone heard her words, and she lived a beautiful life.

...

The battle for luck has come in two years and ten months.

Xia Changqing was in big trouble.

In the horizon, ancient chariots rumbled, and a large flag sounded in the wind.

The four ancient imperial clans led more than 10,000 ancient clan geniuses, and were approaching in a vast and vast way.

"It's the Prince of Daxia!"

A genius of the ancient imperial clan with vertical pupils locked up Xia Changqing hundreds of miles away.

This is not a joke. The power of the two immortal king's divine bones cannot deprive tens of thousands of ancient geniuses of the mana at once.

Xia Changqing did not intend to escape. He threw the Bronze Immortal Palace on the ground, and then took Saint Qinglian and others to retreat to the gate of the Bronze Immortal Palace.

Under the premise that you can attack and retreat or defend, Xia Changqing waited calmly for a moment until the sky ahead filled tens of thousands of ancient geniuses.

One wave has not yet settled and another wave has started again!

In the other direction, more than 10,000 famous geniuses flew over.

The young man in the lead was handsome, handsome, extremely vulgar, and had a shocking potential. He swept three ancient visions, like a peerless god king.

He looked at Xia Changqing who was intercepted in front of the Bronze Immortal Palace by tens of thousands of ancient geniuses, and was overjoyed and gritted his teeth and said, "Prince of Daxia! Do you know who I am?"

Xia Changqing shook his head, "I don't know!"

"I am Wang Tianming, the son of the Wang family!" The young man shouted with a cold face and his eyes full of murderous intent.

Xia Changqing pretended to be enlightened and said, "Wang family, you have to make this clear. The one who took away your Wang family's imperial weapon, the Sword of the Eternal Life, was not the Emperor of Heaven, but the elder sister of the Emperor of Heaven."

"It's you or not, it has something to do with you! If it weren't for you, my Wang family wouldn't have lost the Sword of Eternity!" Wang Tianming locked Xia Changqing with the devouring.

This is understandable.

The imperial weapon passed down from generation to generation is the supreme foundation of the world.

It was stolen by someone all at once. How can the Wang family not hate it to the core?

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(End of this chapter)
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