MTL - Top Strong Cultivator as a Teacher-Chapter 3315 make trouble

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This is a vast floating island full of the size of the fairyland. It is said to be a holy city. It is actually a holy island. However, the whole island has built a city, surrounded by walls and almost no abandoned places.

There is light on the holy city, when the chaos is blocked.

Within the holy city, there are still some ordinary immortals walking and setting up stalls.

After Tang Yier played a lawsuit and opened the defensive mask of the holy city, everyone took up the fairy island and entered it. The nine-headed dragon also became a tall man, while watching the Xiangyang carefully, it was Walking behind Xiangyang.

Tang Yuer walked in front to lead Xiangyang and introduced the situation of this holy city.

The holy city in chaos is almost the same, and some of the strongest chaotic sages are qualified to be created. However, the original intention of their creation of the holy city is different, and some are tired of the rules within the sanctuary, so come out Self-reliance, but relying on the avenues of the Sanctuary, the city is built around the sanctuary.

Some are because they want to rely on the holy city to go further and achieve the status of supreme master.

“Relying on the holy city further? What is the number of roads?”

When Xiang Yang heard this, he couldn't help but widen his eyes and reveal a puzzled look.

"Master, in fact, the holy city in the depths of chaos, more is the eyes seeing breakthrough and hopeless, taking the legendary road of a holy city enlightened, resurrected in silence, drifting in chaos, quietly waiting for recovery ""

Liu Yun found the opportunity to say quickly.

"Speak clearly."

Xiang Yang really didn't know that there was such a way to break through and become the supreme ruler.

"Some holy cities are made up of some chaotic sages who are condensed with various treasures. However, some holy cities are actually those that are old, do not see hope, and are about to reach the end of life. The sages of the sages are transformed into the holy city, drifting in this chaos, taking advantage of the power of chaos, tempering the holy city with the power of the avenue, in anticipation of recovery."

"This is the path taken by the legendary ancient masters."

"In ancient legends, there was a highly qualified chaotic sage in the infinite years ago. His life came to an end. After countless years, he was hopeless, disheartened, flesh and blood, and became an avatar. A supreme holy city, drifting in the endless chaos, no one knows where the holy city drifted in the endless years, but when the endless years have passed, the holy city reappears and re-emerges adults. At that time, it was when he achieved the supreme master."

"The one who is the supreme ruler has passed down this door. From then on, some of the chaotic sages who have reached the end of their lives, they have become the holy city and drifted in chaos. Therefore, if you are in chaos and meet the uninhabited holy city, never go up."

"..."

When Liu Yun spoke everything he knew from beginning to end, Xiang Yang was shocked. He wouldn’t think of it anyway, and there would be such an operation.

"The body of the holy city, looking forward to recovery in the silence, is this the path of the ancient master?"

Xiang Yang whispered in a low voice.

Who said that the saint is not dead?

Even the supreme ruler is annihilated in infinite years.

For ordinary people, life is calculated in years, but the true supreme power, for those chaotic sacred or masters, his life is calculated in billions of years.

For ordinary people, billions of years is already endless life, but for the supreme power, it is only a moment.

When they live long enough, they will also extinguish the fire of life, and they will also die.

This point, Xiang Yang has already known since the beginning of the inheritance of the blood.

However, it is too far away for him. He is not even a saint, and his age is only a hundred years old. There is no need to worry about other things.

His life wants to reach the limit, but still do not know how many years.

However, the chaos is vast and innocent, and there are some invincible strongmen who will eventually fall into the end of their lives. They have delayed their lives by means of the holy city, hoping that they can achieve the supreme master at the last moment.

"In addition to the ancient masters of the year, have anyone succeeded?" Xiang Yang asked curiously.

"puff..."

"Buddles, even these most basic things you don't know, do you want to go to the holy city of our Tang?"

At this time, only a smirk of laughter came over, and then, just a group of young men and women came in front of them, their body was very weak, and St. Waitan was actually a chaotic sage. Strong.

Young chaotic sage.

"My sister, how do you get along with such a dumpling, this is really losing the face of our Tang family."

There is a woman who looks at Tang Yan with a mocking color.

"It's not your business." Don Juaner should have been a gentle face, and at this moment it was cold.

"Hey, give your face a shame, you can't even reach the sage's situation, and dare to talk to me like this, have you forgotten the rules?"

The woman who had been smiling before, when she saw Tang’s cold face replied, her face suddenly fell cold, and there was a saint’s power coming out.

Others on the road felt that all of this scene had changed dramatically, and they quickly left.

For a time, on the street, only the Xiangyang group of people left.

Tang Yaner’s face is very ugly. Although she is not a chaotic saint, she is not afraid of the woman who faces the chaotic sage. “I will say it again, it’s not your business.”

"Hey, you have a really long face to face you. Today, let your sister teach you how to respect the strong."

The woman’s face was with a vicious color. While speaking, she was directly imprisoned by the power of the saints. Then she raised her hand and fanned toward Tang’s face.

"You dare, my brother won't let you go."

The look on Tang’s face was fearless, but she was only the cultivation of the Yasheng Peak, and she could not compete against the woman of the chaotic saint.

She looked at the woman in anger, threatening coldly. "Don't you forget how the last time the wind brother taught you?"

"Smelly girl, you dare to threaten me, do you really think that the old lady is afraid of Tang Feng? Even if he is coming, the old lady will also smash your face." The woman not only did not stop, but more hard to move towards Tang Yan The fan is in the past.

The strength of this slap is not small. If it is fanned, even if the cultivation of Tang Yier reaches the peak of Yasheng Peak, I am afraid that her face will be directly smashed.

Xiang Yang stood on one side, and he shouldered his hands and looked at Tang Yuer and the woman with a faint smile on his lips.

At this moment, Tang Yaner’s eyes glanced at Xiang Yang, with the color of expectation, and seemed to hope that Xiang Yang’s shot was the same.

However, Xiang Yang did not move. Her face showed disappointment. She saw the woman slap in the face and walked back to the rear as she tried her best. However, she found that she could not retreat.

That woman is the cultivation of the chaos sage. Although in this chaos, the chaos saints are innumerable, and it is not a powerful existence. However, for Yasheng, the chaos sage is still high, and it is against the saint. It’s not the hand.

"It's over..."

Tang Yaner’s heart showed a desperate color. Although she expected Xiang Yang to take the shot, she could let her take the initiative and let her do something, but the dispute with the woman was real.

Today, Xiang Yang does not shoot, she is alone in the face of the enemy of the saint's situation, although not killed, but if it is hit, but also suffered serious injuries.

"bump..."

In the end, when Tang Yan’s heart was awkward, Xiang Yang still shot. He reached out and grabbed the woman’s slap. He said faintly, “You can do it, don’t do it in front of me, otherwise I will be very upset. ""

"What do you think of, and dare to intervene in the internal affairs of our Tang people?"

The female saint retracted her hand and snorted, her body bursting out with a strong breath, and the sage's mighty explosion broke out, and the palm of the hand shot directly toward Xiangyang.

After Xiang Yang met, it was a flash of gaze, and he said to himself, "In this so-called holy city, it seems that the space is very stable. Even if the chaos singer strikes, it can't cause too much space damage."

The other party broke out with the full force of the chaos sage, but it was reflected here, but it was not as good as the damage caused by the sacred palm of the outer chaos.

It’s not that the power of the chaos sage is too weak, but because the space inside this holy city is too strong, it really suppresses everything, making the chaos saint’s destructive power to the space is not as good as in other places, Yashengyi Hit that power.

He has no choice but to deal with this female saint first.

"Don Tanger..."

When Xiang Yang whispered, he was shocked by the right hand, and a thrilling force broke out, and the palm of his hand rushed toward the other side.

boom!

This palm yang does not use too strong power, but with the power of Xiang Yang now, with a random movement, it will definitely break out the power of chaos sage.

In the crash, he easily blocked the other female saint, and the female saint was angry and shouted. "You still do what you want, and quickly kill me."

This sentence is said to the men around her. For a time, the men who came with this woman all showed a cold face and stepped toward Xiangyang.

Xiang Yang was helpless. Originally, he deliberately avoided the holy city of the Liu nationality. He didn't want to get into trouble. Who ever thought that he did not conquer Tang Yaner? When he first arrived in this holy city, he even brought trouble to himself.

If he looks at Tang Yaner in a deep sense, then he looks at the young people who surround him. His eyes are sharp and sorrowful. Are there few saints he killed?