Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1200: What you see and what you can’t see
"Didn't you say that the boss is in danger, and the endless darkness swallowed him up?"
Lu Bingwen and a few dudes all turned their heads to look at Qianlong.
The latter was dumbfounded: "Maybe... I feel wrong?"
"Wrong?"
"You're scaring us to death."
"Unforgivable."
"Bit him."
Papa papa.
The other four dandies rushed up like wolves and tigers, and they couldn't help but say that pressing Qianlong was like a beating.
It's all this dog thing.
It made them cry just now.
Chu Hen and Dai Zichun looked at each other and let out a sigh of relief.
Especially Chu Hen.
Don't look at what he said when he persuaded Qing Lei just now, "Trust him", but in his heart, he was still fetching water from fifteen buckets-he was up and down, afraid that when the projection screen resumed, he would see Lin Beichen's body.
Amidst the yelling and shouting of the dudes, Qing Lei finally plucked up the courage to open her eyes.
When she saw Lin Beichen shaking her wings and floating in the air safe and sound, tears of joy rolled down the eyes of the little young woman.
The crystals are crystal clear.
Like her clear soul.
"Hiss..."
The golden monitor lizard brought over a barrel of wine and poured them for everyone.
"Dry...dry...cheers."
Pang Hu's face flushed with excitement, and he clenched his fists tightly.
The dandies also turned around and came back, raised their glasses and clinked excitedly.
The golden monitor lizard is very bachelor and a ruthless lizard.
When the wine was in full swing, it snapped off its own tail, and regardless of the blood oozing from the broken tail behind its buttocks, it directly roasted the broken tail on the bonfire, spit out its forked tongue, and said: "Hiss..."
"It...it...it said please...everyone...big...to eat barbecue."
Fat Hu is a translator who is competent in attitude but extremely hot in technique.
"By the way, the overall situation has been decided. Should we prepare to participate in the ceremony where the boss is crowned the champion of God's Choice?"
Qianlong got up with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
When everyone heard the words, their eyes lit up.
"Yeah, let's get dry."
"We must not embarrass the boss, we must arrange it properly."
"Shaking people, make the show bigger."
The dandies are really good at doing these things, and they are excited to plan.
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The territory of the Lord of Fire.
"Ahhhhh..."
Ban, the divine builder, swung his precious hammer and smashed the ground frantically.
The ground cracked and collapsed.
Countless magma spewed out from the cracks in the ground.
Ban's face was full of anger and unwillingness.
He lost.
His 'work' lost to Ban Yang's 'work'.
Although I don't know what happened at the moment when the projection screen disappeared, but it is obvious that Jian Xiaoyao had the last laugh.
"Hahahaha..."
In the temple tens of miles away, Banyang's laughter resounded.
This laughter is extremely harsh.
Ben was about to explode.
"Pan Duoqing, this trash, is not worthy of my efforts."
"Ban Yang won this time, not because I lost to him in my divine creation technique, but because Pan Duoqing is not as good as Jian Xiaoyao..."
"So, to defeat Banyang, we must cooperate with Jian Xiaoyao."
"Yes, that's it."
"I have a new idea."
"I want to create a new weapon for Jian Xiaoyao, so that he can't put it down, voluntarily give up, and despise the broken sword made by Ban Yang. In this way, it is enough to prove that my magic is better than Ban Yang ..."
"Hahaha, I'm really a genius."
Ban's mind is very bright, and he is indeed the most intelligent divine builder.
He has a well-planned plan.
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The territory of the Qingmu gods, a sea of trees, mountains and flowers.
"Sure enough..."
The stump statue of the ancestor of the false **** actually spoke.
The tree stump exuded a trace of vitality, regained its vitality, pulled out two branches from the left and right to turn them into arms, and pulled out the branches from the bottom to turn them into legs... jumped up suddenly, and turned into a tree man.
There is a green leaf above the head.
The ancestor of the false **** looked at the restored projection screen, and a smile appeared on his bark-like mottled face.
Although it is a gamble with no turning back.
But he finally made the right bet.
Next, wait for Jian Xiaoyao to fulfill his promise.
He believes that Jian Xiaoyao can tell what he says.
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Everywhere in the city of God, there was a burst of exclamation and cheers.
The winner of the God's Choice Contest has been announced.
It is the Great Demon King Jian Xiaoyao.
This young man who was crushed all the way from beginning to end finally had the last laugh.
His legend is obviously still going on.
The major protoss reacted differently.
But everyone knows that an upstart has gradually risen in the God Realm.
The ones who lost the most were undoubtedly the Sun God Clan.
At this time, most of the gods and family members of the Lieyang God Clan are still regretting Pan Duoqing's loss in the final, and the news of the death of the Lieyang Lord God has not yet spread...
"He's still alive."
The priest of Xiangyan was surprised and delighted.
She turned to look at her master.
The grey-haired, rickety old man is still sitting quietly, for such a