Legendary Armament Canon Chapter 429: Yang Zhitian’s tomb, I’m going to kill

"Old Yang, I'm not dreaming, am I?"

Sun Fairy looked at Yang Hong and said solemnly.

Yang Hong rolled his eyes fiercely, "How about I give you a slap?"

"That's not necessary."

Sun Fairy muttered, "I just think it's a little unreal."

"You said that I have lived for so many years, why didn't this kind of good things happen to me before? I'm really a little uncomfortable when someone treats me so well all of a sudden."

Sun Fairy said helplessly.

"I also want someone to be so nice to me."

Yang Hong said angrily.

Although I don't know why, but generally speaking, things are going in a good direction.

These false gods are thankful for not coming to them to trouble them. I never thought that they would send the land to send people...

"What should we do with the 100,000 army?"

Sun Gonggong asked Yang Hongdao.

Yang Hong's face also showed embarrassment.

Although the pseudo-god Ji Bin said that these people would be handled by them in the future, they didn't dare to ignore it.

It's not the same as turf.

After all, the site is dead, and if you accept it, you will accept it.

But people are alive, who knows what the 100,000 army is thinking?

If they really rebelled, they wouldn't be able to suppress it at all.

One person suppresses an army of 100,000 people. I am afraid that only the prince can do such a thing.

From their point of view, they don't want to accept the army of 100,000 people.

But the pseudo-god Ji Bin didn't give them a chance to refuse at all. He threw down the army of 100,000 people and left without looking back.

Sun Fairy tried it just now. He let the 100,000 army leave, but they were resolutely unwilling to leave.

Besides, they obeyed Sun Fairy's orders.

On the surface, they really obeyed the order.

"If you can't drive it away, you can only stay."

Yang Hong pondered, "It just so happens that we are also employing people now. With these people here, the speed of the city's construction can be further improved."

"At most, we treat them as mercenaries. You forgot, when I was in the ancestral land, the prince once hired a large army from Mangtian, and we treated that army with the same attitude. They are."

Yang Hong said.

Sun Fairy nodded. Until now, they didn't know how much Zhou Shu did for the ancestral land.

At that time, the ancestral land faced five days of oppression. In the face of the absolute disparity in strength, it was Zhou Shu who smoothed the gap little by little, and led the ancestral land to defeat the human race for five days.

Speaking of which, at that time, no one of the human race in the ancestral land could help Zhou Shu. All along, Zhou Shu was fighting alone.

"How did the prince do it back then?"

Yang Hong sighed, "If he were here today, he would definitely not be as powerless as us."

"Old Yang, you are just harassing yourself."

Sun Fairy patted Yang Hong on the shoulder and said, "Lao Zhou is a pervert. Compared with him, he is uncomfortable."

"I don't know where he is now. It would be great if we could find him."

If Sun Fairy's expression turned a little dark, "But then again, although we don't know where Lao Zhou is, we can play our name in this world, in that case, Lao Zhou will hear our name. No., naturally you can take the initiative to come to us.”

"You said, if he saw that we independently built such a large territory in this world, would he be shocked to find the north?"

The corner of Sun Ping's mouth slightly raised.

Yang Hong didn't show a smile on his face, but shook his head and said, "Have you forgotten? Now your name, Sun Fairy, has spread all over the world, no one knows it, no one knows it."

"It stands to reason that if the prince heard your name, he would definitely come to us, but he didn't."

"I also inquired about the forging division of Tiangong Pavilion. They have never heard that there is a forging division named Zhou Shu in the world."

Yang Hong's expression became a little heavy, and he said solemnly, "Either the prince has never been to this world, or—"

"Absolutely not! Absolutely impossible!"

Before Yang Hong could finish speaking, Sun Fairy interrupted him roughly.

"Even if we all die, he will never die!"

"He didn't come, maybe there are other reasons. Those soldiers in Tiangong Pavilion haven't heard his name, and that's because he doesn't want them to know."

Sun Fairy said firmly, "I believe he must be living somewhere well!"

"What we have to do now is to build our foundation in this world, so that when he comes over one day, we won't have to work as hard as before. Brothers, we can already share it for him! "

Sun Fairy said in a deep voice.

Yang Hong looked serious and nodded solemnly.

…

"I have already sent an army of 100,000 troops to Sun Fairy according to what you said. Is this Yuanshi Divine Weapon really mine?"

Somewhere, the pseudo-god Ji Bin looked at a person opposite with a serious look.

The person opposite him is Wu Zongquan, the pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion!

It stands to reason that at this moment, Wu Zongquan, the pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion, should be helping the false **** Niufang to cast magic weapons in the shrine of the false **** Niufang. It is impossible for him to appear here.

However, the fact that the pseudo-sacred bull asked Wu Zongquan, the pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion, to cast the magic weapon, was originally a secret.

The pseudo-god Niufang deliberately concealed the news to prevent the pseudo-god Gu Hong from knowing about it and destroying it.

So the pseudo-god Ji Bin doesn't know where Wu Zongquan, the pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion, should be, and it is naturally even more impossible to know. What he sees now is just an incarnation.

"A gentleman is hard to chase after a horse."

Zhou Shu's avatar smiled and said, "This Elemental Origin Weapon will belong to you from now on."

"But I said it before, if one day, the Holy One finds you trouble because of this matter, it has nothing to do with me, I will never admit it, I sent you a Yuanshi Divine Weapon. "

Zhou Shu's avatar said.

"That's nature."

The pseudo-god Ji Bin nodded disapprovingly and said, "I still know the principle of one person doing things and one person doing things."

"Wu Zongquan, for the sake of our happy cooperation in the past, I present you with a message."

Before the false **** Ji Bin turned to leave, he suddenly opened his mouth and said.

"What news? Do you know where the next spiritual fruit is born?"

Zhou Shu's avatar said casually.

If it is this news, he is really not uncommon, because he has already found out the places where the spirit insects are active through Mu Yuan, and those places are very likely to be the places where the spirit fruit was born.

"Someone discovered the tomb of Yang Zhitian, the former pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion. It is said that there are countless divine soldiers in it."

The pseudo-god Ji Bin said, "If those magic weapons are dug up, it may have a big impact on your Tiangong Pavilion. I think you should take some action."

"Yang Zhitian's tomb?"

Zhou Shu's avatar's expression turned solemn, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes.

"Is this true?"

"The news is true, but I have never been to the tomb, so I cannot guarantee that it must be Yang Zhitian's tomb."

The pseudo-god Ji Bin shrugged and said, "If it was before, I might still be a little interested, but now, with this primordial weapon, I'm too lazy to join in the fun."

"Where is that place?"

Zhou Shu's avatar asked in a deep voice.

"That's another question. The first message is free. If you ask again, you will have to pay extra."

The pseudo-god Ji Bin smiled slightly and spoke in a Zhou Shu manner.

Zhou Shu's incarnation: "..."

"How much do you want?"

Zhou Shu's avatar said solemnly.

It's about Yang Zhitian. Whether it's true or false, Zhou Shu must go!

"Just kidding."

The pseudo-god Ji Bin sneered and said, "You should be familiar with that place, outside Tongguan City, thousands of miles away, there is a gate of realm, that gate of realm, leading to the small gate on the spiritual root of heaven and earth. One of the worlds, it is said that Yang Zhitian was buried in that small world."

"Boom--"

In Zhou Shu's incarnation's mind, a huge wave was set off.

He didn't even know when the pseudo-god Ji Bin left.

His entire being was struck by lightning.

Small world!

The small world that the gate outside Tongguan City leads to, isn't that the ancestral land?

Ancestral Land, exposed?

Is it a coincidence, or did someone do it on purpose?

Not long after Sun Fairy and the others came to this world, the location of the ancestral land was exposed?

Has anyone gone to the ancestral land through the gate of the realm?

Thinking of this, Zhou Shu suddenly panicked.

The ancestral land is his home, where there are his brothers, his women, and his people.

He knew very well that, limited by the laws of heaven and earth in the small world of the ancestral land, the people there, with the strongest cultivation base, were nothing but Heavenly Venerate.

Even Tianzun is extremely difficult to break through.

The ancestral human race is too weak compared to the warriors of this world.

If the gods of this world go to the ancestral land, the people of the ancestral land will not have much room to resist!

"Yang Zhitian!"

Zhou Shu's avatar gritted his teeth.

He originally wanted to wait for Zhan to devour the three thousand spiritual fruits and become holy, and then slowly bring the ancestral people over.

But now, it seems that we can't wait so long!

"Even if I don't want a spiritual fruit, I have to go back!"

Zhou Shu's avatar muttered to himself.

He absolutely cannot let the powerhouses in this world wantonly harm the ancestral human race!

"The power of incarnation, even if you go back, it won't change anything. You must go there in person."

Although he can transform into a free law, although he can transform into hundreds of millions, the strength of his avatar is much weaker than that of the deity.

As far as Zhou Shu is concerned, his deity possesses the power of a pseudo-god, but his incarnation and the highest level of cultivation are only Tianzun.

Tianzun's strength is not high or low, although he can be vertical and horizontal, but to protect the ancestral land, it is far from enough.

Even, even if it is a false god, it is only reluctance.

However, in the absence of the Holy Spirit, the power of the deity's pseudo-god should be able to deter some people.

"Fortunately, we now have two sites. Even if the ancestral land really falls, there will still be a place to stay."

Zhou Shu's avatar said to himself, the next moment, his figure burst into a little starlight, and then dissipated in the air.

In the starlight, a little white light, spanning time and space, landed directly on the eyebrows of Zhou Shu, who was located in the pseudo-god Niufang Shrine.

Zhou Shu's aura was on and off, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes shone brightly.

The flames between his hands soared, skyrocketing dozens of feet.

A magic weapon in the flames, almost out of control and collapse.

Zhou Shu took a deep breath and stabilized the flame between his hands.

He played thousands of magic tricks in a row, and finally prevented the collapse of the magic weapon.

"The ancestral land is the burial place of Yang Zhitian, the former pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion?"

Zhou Shu's expression was serious, and there was a thoughtful look in his pupils.

"Yang Zhitian, did you really go to the ancestral land? Then why did I never hear his name in the ancestral land?"

Zhou Shu frowned and thought.

"Regardless of whether Yang Zhitian has been to his ancestral land or not, he cannot let people in this world go to his ancestral land, otherwise, the ancestral land will never have a peaceful day!"

Zhou Shu's face flashed a killing intent, and he muttered to himself.

A white light suddenly appeared on his body.

The Heavenly Emperor Jade Book, the Law of Time!

Besides Zhou Shu, the light seemed to be bent, and his movements were almost invisible to the naked eye.

Even the primordial weapon in the flame is changing at a speed that is indistinguishable to the naked eye.

As time passed, Zhou Shu's breathing became heavier and heavier, and there were even beads of sweat on his forehead.

If someone is present at this moment, you can definitely see that Zhou Shu's body is shaking slightly.

But even so, his hands are as steady as Mount Tai.

One after another, the magic tricks were played out exactly, and the magic weapon in the flames finally took shape!

"Boom--"

A momentum soared into the sky, almost overturning the warehouse of the false **** Niufang.

"What happened?"

A figure flashed into the warehouse, but it was the fake **** Niu Fang who heard the movement and broke in.

"Sir Niu Fang, fortunately not humiliated, the primordial soldier you asked for has been made."

Zhou Shu stood up and said with a tired face.

"It's done?"

The pseudo-god Niu Fang's eyes lit up instantly, his eyes fell on Zhou Shu's hand, and his breathing suddenly became heavier.

"This is?"

The voice of the fake **** Niufang was trembling.

Logically speaking, the fake **** Niufang is not someone who has never seen the world.

In his hand, there is even a divine weapon of the Primordial Beginning.

But Yuanshi Shenbing and Yuanshi Shenbing are different.

Divine rewards divine soldiers, but it doesn't matter what Niu Fang likes.

But now the magic weapon that Zhou Shu has cast is just a glance, and the fake **** Niufang likes it.

He felt that this was the original weapon he wanted!

The Yuanshi Divine Soldier of your dreams!

"The drum and the golden hammer!"

Zhou Shu said solemnly, "In my hometown, there is a peerless hero who is invincible in the world. The magic weapon he uses is this golden hammer!"

"I modeled the shape of my hometown Lei Drum Urn Golden Hammer, with Yuanshi as the main material, and cast this pair of Erdrum and Urn Golden Hammers! The Yuanshi used in it was provided by you, Mr. Niu Fang, and it is natural The power of its own thunder attribute, what are the specific uses, you can explore it yourself, Mr. Niu Fang.”

"I still have important things to do, so I'm leaving!"

Zhou Shu surrendered, and did not even ask for the cost of casting the Yuanshi Divine Armament from the false **** Niu Fang, so he was about to leave immediately.

Seeing that Zhou Shu was weak, but still anxious, the fake **** Niu Fang said directly, "Gate Master Wu wait, if you can trust me and tell me anything, I will help you!"

"Master Wu, you are very ambitious, and I am not ambiguous. If you are in trouble, I will definitely help you!"

As soon as the false **** Niu Fang raised his hand, the pair of golden hammers in Zhou Shu's hands had already fallen into his hands.

He waved it casually, a look of excitement on his face.

Yes, they are!

This is the perfect magic weapon in my mind!

The more the fake **** Niu Fang looked at the pair of hammers, the more he liked it.

Aiwu and Wuxia, he is also full of gratitude to Zhou Shu who helped him create this pair of magic soldiers.

"Huh?"

Zhou Shu glanced at the fake **** Niu Fang with a hesitant look on his face.

Noticing Zhou Shu's reaction, the pseudo-god Niu Fang said, "Palace Master Wu, it's not me bragging, there are not many things I can't solve in this world."

"You have helped me a lot, and I have to help you, too! Tell me, what kind of trouble did you encounter?"

"It's not really a big deal."

Zhou Shu was silent for a while, then slowly opened his mouth and said, "I just got the news that the tomb of Yang Zhitian, the former pavilion master of my Tiangong Pavilion, is alive, and some people are trying to disturb the pavilion master Yang Zhitian. I am Tiangong Pavilion, naturally Can't watch this happen."

"His old man has been buried in the ground for safety. As a junior, how can I watch his tomb being excavated?"

"My Lord Tiangong will never watch this happen!"

Zhou Shu spoke fiercely, with a look of rejection.

"I think it's a big deal."

Fake God Niu Fang laughed and said, "It turns out to be such a trivial matter."

"Pavilion Master Yang Zhitian and I once had a one-sided relationship. Everyone died. If even their graves were dug, it would be too insignificant."

"This matter, my old cow is in charge!"

"I want to see which shameless person dares to dig the grave of the pavilion master Yang Zhitian!"

The golden hammer of the drum and urn collided in the hands of the pseudo-god Niufang, and a line of thunder light shot out between the two golden hammers, making a crackling sound.

This pair of golden hammers, drums and urns, were forged from the origin of lightning. They were born with thunder and lightning. In terms of power, they were even more powerful than the hammer that Hou Baidong had in his hands. I don't know how much.

Coupled with the strength of the fake **** Niufang, it is completely possible to be a single husband, and ten thousand people can't open it.

Zhou Shu narrowed his eyes slightly, and his heart was filled with boundless killing intent.

"Master Niu Fang, I appreciate your kindness."

Zhou Shu said solemnly, "However, this matter is my Tiangong Pavilion's own business. I still hope that our Tiangong Pavilion can solve it on our own. If it really can't be solved, I will shamelessly come to you, Mr. Niu Fang. Help!"

"No need to be so troublesome, I'll go with you, whoever is not pleasing to the eye, just say hello and I'll smash them to pieces with a hammer!"

Pseudo-god Niu Fang said nonchalantly.

"This—"

Zhou Shudao.

"If you refuse again, I will be angry."

The pseudo-god Niu Fang said, "If you don't, I'll follow you. You let me do it, and I'll do it again. Is this the head office?"

"Alright then, I'll thank Mr. Niu Fang first."

Zhou Shu cupped his hands and said.

…

"Cui Deputy Pavilion Master, the Pavilion Master has an order, all the fighting forces of Tiangong Pavilion, all go to Tongguan City!"

Not long after Zhou Shu and the pseudo-sacred Niu Fang left, someone from the Tiangong Pavilion headquarters had already come to give orders.

"Cui Lin, take orders!"

Cui Lin bowed slightly and said solemnly.

He did not hesitate at all, and immediately raised his voice, "Everyone, get up with me!"

With an order, countless strong men rose to the sky and followed Cui Lin.

Looking at it like this, Cui Lin, it is obvious that he has already made preparations.

The news of the existence of Yang Zhitian's tomb can be obtained by the false **** Ji Bin, and naturally by Cui Lin.

How can the tomb of the deceased pavilion owner of Tiangong Pavilion be allowed to be excavated by others?

This can be related to Tiangong Pavilion's face!

This is Cui Lin's Reverse Scale!

He Cui Lin, even if he tried his best not to, he would never allow anyone to dig the tomb of the former pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion!

Now receiving Zhou Shu's order and feeling Zhou Shu's determination, for the first time, Cui Lin felt a sense of belonging to the new cabinet owner.

A pavilion owner who can maintain the face of Tiangong Pavilion in this way is a qualified pavilion owner!

No matter what his background or temperament is, he is the pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion!

…

"What the **** is going on here?"

Above the top of Tongguan City, several people stood side by side.

These people include Zhan, Ju Zhixing, and others from Ancient Heaven.

They looked at the silhouettes flying by one after another in the distance, with solemn expressions on their faces.

Tongguan City has returned to its original place. They are very clear that the front is the gate to the ancestral land.

Those people are clearly heading for the gate of the realm.

"I just inquired about the news. It is said that Yang Zhitian, the former pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion, was buried in the world behind the gate of the realm. It is rumored that Yang Zhitian left behind a large number of divine soldiers before his death. These people are aimed at those gods. soldiers."

Mu Zhixing said solemnly.

His face was full of solemnity.

They have all been in this world for a long time and have long known the strength of this world.

If nothing else, the number of Tianzun alone is countless.

If these Heavenly Venerates really passed through the gate of the realm and went to the ancestral land, then the human race of the ancestral land would have no power to fight back!

"Can they pass through the gates of the realm?"

Zhan said solemnly.

"It's difficult, but not impossible."

Mu Zhixing said, "The power of a single Heavenly Venerate cannot open the gate of the realm, but if there are more numbers, it can definitely be done."

"Is there a way to stop them?"

The battle continued.

Mu Zhixing did not speak, but sighed.

You are all false gods. Is there anything you can do? Don't you know what to do?

What do you ask me?

Let me inquire about the news. I still have some ways to go. Others are beyond my ability.

My cultivation level is not enough for other Heavenly Venerates to stick between their teeth, let alone the ones who have just passed, even false gods!

"Wealth and silk move people's hearts."

After being silent for a long time, Mu Zhixing said, "The city lord once said that when the interests reach a certain level, people can do anything!"

Yang Zhitian, the former pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion, was also a well-known big man in the world at that time.

Even though Gongge has opened its doors to do business today, for the warriors of this world, magic weapons are still scarce.

It is true that not many warriors can resist such a temptation.

"Why did a Yang Zhitian suddenly appear?"

Zhan was silent for a moment and couldn't help but say.

"It didn't come out of nowhere."

Mu Zhixing rolled his eyes and said, "Yang Zhitian, the city lord took office, is said to be the strongest pavilion lord in the history of Tiangong Pavilion, and then disappeared inexplicably. Before disappearing, he was still carrying a large number of Divine Soldiers, many of which are primordial Divine Soldiers."

"I didn't mean that, I mean, why did the news of Yang Zhitian's tomb suddenly appear?"

Zhan frowned.

"Does it need to be said? Someone deliberately spread it."

said Mu Zhixing.

What he is best at is inquiring about news. How could he not notice that the news of Yang Zhitian's tomb spread so quickly, someone must have done it on purpose.

Someone, fanning the flames, deliberately spread the news of Yang Zhitian's tomb.

"For us?"

Zhan said solemnly.

The ancestral land is their hometown and their roots.

It's not surprising that Zhan has such an idea. After all, there is no reason for this. How could Yang Zhitian be related to the ancestral land?

"There is no evidence of this."

Mu Zhixing shook his head and said, "But someone deliberately directed the eyes of the world to the ancestral land, there is no doubt about it."

"What I don't understand is, what is there in the ancestral land that is worth it?"

Although the ancestral land is their hometown, they also know that the ancestral land cannot be compared with the big world.

Thinking back then, didn't the ancient heaven just for the opportunity to come to the big world, and finally fell apart?

In the ancestral land, it is an extravagant hope for warriors to cultivate to the realm of Heavenly Venerate.

But in the big world, although it is not easy to cultivate to the realm of Tianzun, it is more than twice as easy as the ancestral land.

Not to mention, the big world, and the realm above Tianzun.

Compared with the big world, the ancestral land is a remote world.

Mu Zhixing couldn't understand why some people paid so much attention to the ancestral land.

"Where is the city owner now?"

Zhan asked.

At this time, only Zhou Shu was the real backbone, and Lian Zhan was a little flustered.

Even though he already has the power of false gods, what he has to face now is not one or two false gods. Just just now, there are five false gods flying from outside Tongguan City towards the gate of the realm. And go.

Yang Zhitian's tomb is full of attraction even for false gods!

"I don't know."

Mu Zhixing shook his head and said, "He left with the false **** Niufang before. He should have gone to the shrine of the false **** Niufang, and I couldn't find any news there."

"We must find a way to inform the city lord of this!"

Zhan Shen said, "It's really not possible, I will personally go to the shrine of the pseudo-god Niufang!"

"No, I'm back!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded.

Then, two figures suddenly appeared in front of everyone.

Zhan's heart moved. With his strength, he didn't even notice Zhou Shu's approach. Zhou Shu's strength has increased again?

The next moment, Zhan saw the figure behind Zhou Shu.

"Pseudo God Niu Fang?"

Zhan's pupils contracted, and the dignified pseudo-god Niufang was now standing behind Zhou Shu like a guard.

How long has it been since then? Could it be that the lord has subdued the false **** Niufang again?

Pseudo-god Niufang, but among the 3,000 pseudo-gods, the strength is enough to rank in the top 100!

How is this possible?

Zhou Shu obviously did not mean as they explained.

"You are the people of Tiangong Pavilion. Now my senior pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion is facing a situation where he can't rest. Can you see it?"

Zhou Shu said coldly.

Zhan He Mu Zhixing and the others were stunned.

However, they also responded very quickly, and said solemnly, "No!"

Zhou Shu only talked about Tiangong Pavilion, not the ancestral land. Zhan and Mu Zhixing naturally understood in an instant that this pseudo-god Niufang should not be his own.

"You can't, this pavilion master, you can't either."

Zhou Shu said in a cold voice, "Yang Zhitian, the pavilion master, once devoted himself to our Tiangong pavilion and died. Although he is gone now, we must not let anyone disturb his rest, and we must not let him return after his death. Shame!"

"Anyone who wants to break into the tomb of the pavilion master Yang Zhi is an enemy of my Tiangong Pavilion, my Tiangong Pavilion, a mortal enemy!"

"Everyone listens!"

Zhou Shu shouted, "Everyone, get ready for battle, I, Tiangong Pavilion, swear to the enemy, never die!"0

"Don't die! Don't die!"

Everyone in Tongguan City shouted loudly.

…

"It's terrible. How many false gods are there in this world? How many gods?"

Sun Fairy muttered.

"Is this what happened? Why are so many people flying in one direction?"

Yang Hong said with a frown.

The two of them stood at the gate of their own shrine and had been looking at it for a long time.

There are constantly strong men flying through the air.

At first, they were a little nervous, but later found out that these people were just passing by and didn't even look at them.

Afterwards, they were relieved and quietly watched these people pass by.

This is more and more shocking.

It's only been so long, there are already double digits of false gods passing by, and there are hundreds of Tianzun.

With such strength, when they were in the ancestral land, they didn't even dare to think about it.

You must know that when the ancestral land and the five days are added up, the Heavenly Venerate in the entire small world can be counted with two hands.

Now they realize that the strength of the ancestral land, compared to this world, is not worth mentioning at all.

"The tomb of Yang Zhitian, the former pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion, is now in the world. They went to the tomb."

Behind the two, there was a voice, and the one who spoke was the commander of the 100,000 army sent by the pseudo-god Ji Bin.

"The former pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion? So that's the case, then it has nothing to do with us."

Yang Hong breathed a sigh of relief. He was not familiar with Tiangong Pavilion. If Tiangong Pavilion was in trouble, he would only gloat.

"Wu Zongquan, the pavilion owner of the Tiangong Pavilion, treats us well. Isn't it a little bad for us to laugh out loud?"

Sun Fairy also laughed and said.

"There is nothing to be diligent about, either a traitor or a thief, who knows what Wu Zongquan's intentions are for us."

Yang Hong said, "In short, this matter has nothing to do with us. Even if we want to help, we don't have the ability."

"That's right."

Sun Fairy nodded and said, "It's a big deal, if the Tiangong Pavilion collapses, let's take in Wu Zongquan, and by the way, let's take in the soldiers of the Tiangong Pavilion, right?"

"It makes sense."

Yang Hong nodded.

The commander of the 100,000 army sent by the false **** Ji Bin rolled his eyes.

What the **** are these two guys?

I'm not very skilled, but my tone is not small.

He also took in Wu Zongquan, the pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion.

The pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion, one finger can crush you both.

You probably don't know yet that the false **** Lord Ji Bin sent us here, originally at the request of the pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion.

The commander didn't speak, closed his eyes and rested his mind, as if it had nothing to do with him. Anyway, he was just here under orders, and other things had nothing to do with him.

…

"Boom—"

In the void, a huge gate stands there.

In front of the gate, a ray of light exploded, and then a figure descended from the sky.

Next, there are densely packed figures, probably not as many as hundreds of thousands.

"Cui Lin, the deputy pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion, is here. Whoever dares to take a step forward is the enemy of my Tiangong Pavilion!"

Cui Lin raised his voice and shouted angrily.

"Cui Lin, this gate of the realm is not the site of your Tiangong Pavilion, let me open it!"

A false **** snorted coldly and shouted!

"I am the resting place of the master of Tiangong Pavilion, Yang Zhitian, and no one should disturb me!"

Cui Lin shouted loudly without taking a step back.

"I don't care about you Yang Zhitian, let me open the gate of the realm! Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude!"

The pseudo-god shouted, he took a step forward, and his mighty aura was overwhelmingly pressing towards Cui Lin.

Cui Lin snorted and couldn't help but take a step back.

"Pseudo-God Side Set!"

A strange blush flashed across Cui Lin's face. Although he was strong, he could not bear the full pressure of the false gods.

"Do you want to be with me Tiangong Pavilion forever?"

"Haha!"

The pseudo-god laughed and said, "It's just a group of iron craftsmen. I'll give you face and call you a soldier. If I don't give you face, you're just some servants!"

"I will never die with this god, and you are worthy of it?"

The pseudo-god snorted coldly and took another step forward, the light rising from his body condensed into the appearance of a fierce tiger, and roared at Cui Lin.

The white energy slammed into Cui Lin's chest, causing Cui Lin to take a few steps back, and a trace of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"All will obey!"

Cui Lin was about to retreat into the army behind him. He raised his hand and shouted, "Death!"

"Crash-"

The Tiangong Pavilion behind him guarded the army, all of them sacrificed their magic weapons, and one by one, dazzling rays of light rose from their bodies, and the rays of light were connected together.

"My Tiangong Pavilion, as long as there is still one person, I will never allow anyone to disturb the rest of the pavilion master Yang Zhi!"

Cui Lin shouted, he held his natal weapon, let out a roar like a beast, and rushed towards the false **** Bianji.

"A man's arm is a car, beyond its own power!"

The false **** Bianji didn't dodge or dodge, and punched forward.

"Boom--"

That punch, with boundless power, directly smashed Cui Lin's magic weapon, and then smashed into Cui Lin's chest, smashing Cui Lin upside down, and a cloud of blood spurted out in the air. .

No matter how strong Tianzun is, he is also Tianzun. In the face of false gods, he doesn't even have the chance to struggle.

When Cui Lin was able to participate in killing the pseudo-god Pang Tie, it was entirely because there was a battle at the side to contain him. Otherwise, a pseudo-god would do his best to take a shot at a Heavenly Venerate, and that Heavenly Venerate would not be able to hold a few tricks at all.

"Tiangong Pavilion is nothing more than a dog."

The pseudo-god Bianji said contemptuously, "Whoever dares to stand in my way, then I won't let go!"

Between the words, he took another step forward.

The guards of Tiangong Pavilion all showed their death intent, and a strong aura erupted from their bodies, and they were about to fight to the death with the false god.

"Who said that my Tiangong pavilion is a dog!"

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from a distance.

When the voice sounded, it seemed to be still far away, but when the last word fell, two figures were already in front of everyone.

I saw a ray of light, slashing towards the false **** Bianji.

The dazzling light almost illuminates the entire sky, making people extremely staring.

Even the false **** Bianji changed his face.

He let out a long howl and punched forward.

"Boom--"

In the loud noise, the false **** Bianji took three steps back.

Where was he just before the shot, and now, where did he retreat.

In front of Cui Lin, two more figures appeared.

"Pavilion Master!"

Cui Li clutched her chest and stood up with difficulty, her face full of shame. "Cui Lin is incompetent, and I am a disgrace to the cabinet."

"No, you are not ashamed, you are doing well."

Zhou Shu looked back at Cui Lin and said.

"Next, leave it to me, you can rest first."

Zhou Shu grinned and said, "Don't worry, with me, no one can disturb the rest of Pavilion Master Yang Zhitian."

No one noticed that when Zhou Shu said this, someone in the crowd curled his lips involuntarily, as if there was some dissatisfaction.

"You are Wu Zongquan, the new pavilion master of Tiangong Pavilion?"

The pseudo-god Bianji looked at Zhou Shu with a dignified expression, and when he saw the pseudo-god Niufang behind Zhou Shu, his pupils instantly contracted into a needle shape.

"What do you mean?"

The pseudo-god Bianji said coldly, "This gate of the realm is not the private property of your Tiangong Pavilion, why are you blocking my way?"

This is not the site of Tiangong Pavilion, and the gate of the realm is not an item of Tiangong Pavilion.

This false **** edge set is biting this to death.

"Yes, the gate of this realm is not your Tiangong Pavilion, we want to go there, can you manage it?"

The people behind the false **** Bianji also shouted.

"Not before, but now."

Zhou Shu glanced at everyone and said coldly, "Leave now~IndoMTL.com~ You are still friends of Tiangong Pavilion. If you want to attack the gate of this realm, you are the enemy of Tiangong Pavilion. "

"Haha, what an arrogant kid!"

The pseudo-god Bianji was provoked, "Do you really think that Tiangong Pavilion is such a great thing? How about your friends? What about your enemies? Do you think that with the support of the pseudo-god Niufang, you can be like us like this? How many people did it right?"

"Get out of the way, or don't blame us for being rude!"

The pseudo-god shouted loudly while looking at the pseudo-god Niu Fang.

The fake **** Niufang has drooping eyelids, but doesn't speak.

Before he came, he talked to Zhou Shu, and Zhou Shu asked him to take action, otherwise he would be a spectator.

The pseudo-god Bianji and the thousands of people behind him shouted together. These people are not weak. It is precisely because of this that the pseudo-god Bianji is not afraid of the pseudo-god.

Even if it is a fake **** Niufang, if he commits public anger, he will not be able to eat and walk away.

"Vice Pavilion Master Cui, I'm going to kill someone, what's your opinion?"

Zhou Shu suddenly said.

Cui Lin was stunned, and instantly understood what Zhou Shu meant, gritted his teeth and said, "I have no opinion! For the sake of Tiangong Pavilion, I, Cui Lin, fully support anything the pavilion master does!"

"Okay! Then keep your eyes open, I will avenge you."

Zhou Shu said lightly, his eyes fell on the false **** Bianji, "You will die today, I said."